Desperate Measures

Alright, Chap 5!! How happy!

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Chapter 5 : Aftershock



Morning brought a calming effect on the previously livid blonde demon. He sat in the mansion’s courtyard under large sakura trees, relaxing in the lotus position, meditating. He’d been in the same position since the night before, unable to think of any other way to calm down. With a deep, calm sigh, he stood and brushed his kimono off, humming a quiet tune as he returned to the mansion through the quiet garden.



Servants were running around already, beginning the mornings’ chores. He entered through the kitchens’ back entrance, something the servants had once been used to for many years. “I believe we will all be taking breakfast in our rooms this morning,” he informed the serving boy who had been leaning against the wall when he walked in and was now struggling to seem as if he was busy. The boy nodded, unable to respond, fearful of his masters’ tendency to humiliate people for no given reason.



Shaking his head, Akishi left the room through the short set of wooden stairs leading into the main household. He had one goal and one only, and it involved the boy.



***



Haruko lay naked on top of his sheets, his face buried in the pillows. He was reaching around behind himself, poking his bruised bottom and gasping at the pain. He had gone a week without incident, and now he was in pain, bruised and swollen all because he wanted to save the demon his master had already been planning to release.



The door rolled open quietly, and he groaned. “Clean up later, there isn’t even anything dirty in here right now,” he whined, covering his bottom. Whoever had entered the room still hadn’t left it, and Haruko whined again. “I said clean up later,” he groaned, turning to glare at the idiotic servant.



Akishi stood over the boys’ bed. He had silently crossed the room, his arms crossed behind his back, eyes gleaming a sharp silver. Haruko gasped and turned back to his pillows, attempting to bury himself in his bedding. The demon was probably back to yell at him again, but he refused to listen to him this time. He stayed as still as possible, hoping that if Akishi didn’t see him moving, he would think he had disappeared. For all Haruko knew, demons were like big old dinosaurs, able to be easily tricked but dead scary if you ever saw a real one. Of course, for all he knew, that thing about dinosaurs only seeing moving objects could be a myth. The little he had learnt about dinosaurs had come from the few chapters they had skimmed at school. He kept trying to distract himself with dinosaur facts, breathing as little as he could.



Akishi slid onto the bed next to the boy, a slight smile playing over his lips. Haruko was trying to disappear into his bed sheets, the demon could tell. His eyes played over the boys’ defined shoulder blades, his narrow waist, his hipbones, covered in scabs from the demons’ teeth, and then took in the result of the nights beating, a mass of roughly hand-shaped bruises and welts.



“You can pretend to disappear all you want. I’ll sit here until you say something,” the demon informed the young teen, shifting until he was in a more comfortable position, lying on his side and propped up on one elbow. He itched to reach out for the boy, to make him listen, make him behave and be happy. But he held back, knowing from experience how the boy would react to that sort of forceful behavior.



They sat for a few moments in silence, Haruko waiting for the demon to give up and leave, Akishi waiting for his human to break down and talk.



As always, it was the fourteen-year-old who broke first, punching his pillows angrily before turning over onto his side to look at the ever-patient demon. “I hate you. I don’t want to see you again, ever, ever, EVER!” he shouted, trying as hard as he could to hold back his tears. He sat up and started scooting towards the outer edge of the bed, as far away from the demon as he could get without falling to the floor.



With a smile, the demon procured two items which clinked softly whenever they moved. Haruko squinted at them, trying to see what new method of torture his master was planning on using.



Akishi blinked slowly, giving the boy adequate time to back away before responding. “Close your eyes,” he ordered, yawning quietly, his sharp canines exposed.



Hesitantly, Haruko blinked his wide hazel eyes, and then finally closed them completely, his masters’ silent hypnotism working swiftly.



“How is that? Your eyes are closed. You cannot see me until you want to see me,” he informed the boy quietly, grinning in satisfaction as a startled look passed over the teens’ face.



“Now that you can’t see me, I will have to work extra hard to make sure you can feel me,” he informed the boy, reaching out and closing an elegant hand around the boys’ wrist. “I think there are a few things we left unfinished,” he reminded the boy, his eyes gleaming. He yanked the boy across the bed, hooking a leather cuff around each of the boys’ wrists. He then took the binds at the end of each of the chains and brought them back to the boys’ ankles, securing them and forcing the boy onto his knees, unable to move away.



“Akishi?” the young teen asked, his voice quavering. The entire scene had happened so quickly, he hadn’t had time to protest. “Wh- what are you doing?” he whined, trying to open his eyes, although he already knew what was happening. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry his eyelids open. “Master!” he screeched, feeling his masters’ hot tongue flicking over his entrance.



Akishi fought back a laugh as the human tried to struggle away from him and nearly toppled over. He gripped the boy tightly, his tongue slipping in and out of his tight, hot entrance. He stopped for a moment as the boy moaned, shaking his head as he so often did. “If you had let me finish last night, you wouldn’t have to go through this now,” he reminded the boy, sitting up to remove his kimono. “Oh, if only you could see what you have done to me,” he mused, glancing at his erection. “I suppose I shall just have to make you feel it, as I said before,” he sighed, feigning disinterest.



Haruko groaned beneath him. “Please, please Akishi don’t,” he cried as the demon pressed his erection into the boys’ crevice.



“Oh? Don’t what? Don’t stop? Alright, I promise not to, not until I am quite ready,” he teased cruelly, plunging completely into the human, who reared his head, shaking it wildly.



“Ngggn, A-A-Aaakishiii, d-don’t…” he groaned, writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain.



The demon moaned along with the boy, his eyes crimson as they always were in moments of passion. The bell on the boys’ collar added a nice touch to the usual mix of pants and moans the boy emitted, and it did nothing but drive the demon mad with passion.



Haruko could feel himself nearing the brink, and even though he tried to hate it, he couldn’t bring himself to ignore the ecstasy of being taken by his master. With a grunt, he came, unable to speak. His master continued for another few minutes, panting and moaning, dragging the moment out for as long as he could. The human was wiggling his hips now, driving him mad, and before he could stop himself, he came with a massive groan, collapsing onto the young boy’s bare back, both of them panting in unison.



After a few seconds of this almost unbearable closeness, the demon released the boy from his grips, pulling out and away from him, apathetic to his needs. He unchained the panting human, stood from the bed, and left the room to his private bath without a word to the messy child laying bare on the rumpled bedcovers.





***



Imiko brushed the young demons’ hair from his eyes. He was covered in sweat, his face flushed, and had been sleeping fitfully for most of the night. It had been the heat that had brought it to her attention. She had been sleeping, and the heat had brought her awake and kept her there.



He was so cute when he was sleeping, his indigo hair- which she had washed herself last night- was messy and tangled around his face. An old grisly chicken bone stuck out of his mouth. His shirt was drawn up, showing his stomach, and his pajama pants were bunched up too. But she was less interested in looking at him at the moment and much more interested in making sure he was okay.



Fear had stopped her from calling for her brother. She knew he was still angry at the young demon, and she had no idea whether or not he would respond with caring or anger. And so she watched as he grew less and less fitful and sank into a deep sleep, his entire body soaked with sweat. Unable to ignore it for any longer, Imiko stood and left the room, running as quickly as she could down the hall, hoping her brother would be in his rooms.



***



Akishi was standing in his bedroom, book open in is palm. He heard his sister enter, recognized her footsteps, but chose to ignore her as he nearly always did. His lips mouthed the words as he read them, something he had always done.



“Brother!” Imiko cried, panic lining her voice. She tugged on his hair, slapping the book out of his hands.



The fear in her voice caused her brother to look up, and, seeing the tears in her eyes, he roared, “What the hell did he do THIS TIME?”



The exclamation confused Imiko for a moment, and her brother abandoned her, rushing out of the room, hands balled into fists. He had only just let the little ass out the night before, and he had already made his sister cry? The young demon was getting a beating to end all beatings. What was it about him that attracted these ungrateful teens?



He turned into the room, a thousand different situations playing through his mind. All he could think of was the punishment he was going to inflict this time, the pain he was going to put the ungrateful boy through. He was halfway across the room before he realized the boy was passed out on the futon, shivering fiercely even though he was under covers.



Akishi sank to his side, fear gripping his heart. Imiko arrived moments later, unsure of what to expect from her brother. He turned to face her, and although he tried to conceal it, she could see that he, too, was afraid. “He woke me up very early this morning because he had a fever… I would have gotten you sooner, but I didn’t know if you would be angry at me for bothering you!” she explained as he glared at her, one elegant hand resting on the boys’ forehead, checking his temperature.



“Call Doctor Yoshida,” the elder demon ordered, turning back to the slumbering boy as a single tear dropped, unseen, down his face.



***



Doctor Yoshida was a human who had been dealing with demons for many years. His understanding of their kind was far from perfect, but he knew enough to deal with any problems they ever encountered- and there weren’t many. He only made house calls to demons’, and it happened so infrequently that it was really easier for him to visit their homes when they called than it was to attempt to schedule an appointment. He never knew when he would have to deal with something that most humans would not understand.



He was in the middle of arguing with his daughter when the call from the Ishimade mansion came through, and although he was forced to admit a certain fear for the master of the household, it was better to see what he needed than to face his wrath when the Doctor didn’t arrive on time. Not to mention the fact that it would get him away from the argument with his daughter.



He arrived at the mansion a little over an hour after receiving the call. He wiped his sweaty palms onto his pants and took a deep breath before slamming the doorknocker down three short times. He stood for a minute, on the brink of leaving as he always was when visiting a demon.



The door swung upon and a beautiful young woman stood in the doorway, her face flushed and eyes puffy. He bowed low, wondering when the Lord Ishimade had taken a wife. “Please, follow me, Doctor Yoshida,” the girl murmured, and the Doctor paused for a moment, a memory rising in the back of his mind but slowly sinking again before he could grasp it.



“How do you know my name, Miss…” he began, but stopped, unsure whether the young woman was truly Lord Ishimades’ wife. She ignored him, continuing through the main entrance and up a wide flight of stairs to the mansions’ second story. The Doctor hurried to keep up with her elegant but fast steps, and he stumbled once or twice on the steps, gripping his medical bag in front of him.



The woman led him to the closed doorway of a room at the end of a long, sparsely but expensively decorated hallway. She turned to face him, her black hair falling gracefully over her shoulder. The Doctor was entranced by her beauty. “You would do well to keep any thoughts on our habits to yourself, my good Doctor. The reason behind his illness does not matter. At this point in time, it is too late to avoid the cause. Remember these words, Yoshida,” she instructed, staring into his eyes for a moment before nodding and sliding the door open.



The Doctor entered cautiously, afraid of what he might find. The blonde demon, Akishi, was kneeling beside a futon, his head bowed over his young pet. He stood as the doctor entered, turning to address him.



Yoshida bowed in respect, his balding head gleaming with sweat. “Lord Ishimade, what is the problem with the boy,” he inquired, without allowing the demon a chance to speak. He could see the young demons’ flushed face from where he was standing only a few feet away, and he already had an idea of what was wrong with him from the way he was bundled up.



Akishi frowned at the rushing doctor, his blonde eyebrows meeting bluntly. “It seems as if he has a fever. I have no medical training and no experience in this field. As he is a younger demon, he is more prone to falling ill with the simplest of things. I need him cured. It simply won’t do to have him dying from a fever,” he informed the nervous doctor, his voice a near monotone as it usually was when he was upset.



The doctor passed him quietly, moving his large body with a strange, lumbering gait. Akishi stared at his sister, his silver eyes a silent threat. She backed up against the wall next to the door, glaring straight back at him.



Behind Akishi, the doctor was gently waking the young demon. He had placed his bag at the end of the futon and was bending over the feverish teen, compiling a list of problems he could already see. “You know, it is best for a fevered person to be wearing as little as possible. If Ichiyuu is chilled, put him in a comfortable pair of pajamas. Do not let him bundle up,” he instructed the Lord, pulling a thermometer out of his bag. The boy was awake now, shivering.



“Wh- what’s goin’ on…” Ichiyuu whimpered, rubbing the crust from his eyes. It was then that he noticed the thermometer in the mans’ hand. He sat up in the bed, looking around him and zeroing in on his master. “MASTER! This guy has a needle! He’s gonna HURT ME!” He whimpered, staring in fear at the bald, fat guy leaning over the futon. He had seen him before, and it took him a moment to recognize the doctor who had visited a few times in the past. “Akishi?” Ichiyuu called, turning to look back at his master, fear and confusion in his fevered eyes.



“Ichiyuu, Doctor Yoshida is here to help you feel better. You are very sick with fever,” Akishi told the now tearful teen, crossing back over to him and joining him on the futon, brushing the boys’ indigo hair from his eyes. “He is here to make sure you are well taken care of. And that is not a needle, it is simply a thermometer. He is going to use it to see how overheated you are,” he explained, trying to calm down the fearful demon.



“It IS a needle, it IS IT IS!!!” the eighteen-year-old screeched, grabbing the blonde demon and cringing, expecting to be flung away. Instead, his master hugged him closer, kissing the top of his head gently. “Please don’t let ‘im stick me, please, please,” Ichiyuu pleaded, glaring fearfully at the doctor, who had taken a step backwards as he waited for the Lord to calm down his struggling pet. “Lord Ishimade, I believe I have another solution-” he informed the murmuring demon, motioning for him to come closer. He bent down to the demons’ ear and whispered something, causing the demon to grin wickedly.



He stood up from the futon. “Ichiyuu… Do you remember my favorite position?” he asked the boy quietly, drawing a squeal from behind him. He turned to glare at his sister, who was blushing again, and then looked back at the teen, who was looking up at him in confusion, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide. “Do you?” he repeated his question, smiling kindly at his confused pet.



Ichiyuu nodded, his eyes flashing from the doctor to his master to Imiko, more confused and tired and hot than he had been in a long time.



“Alright… I would like you to assume that position,” he ordered the feverish teen, nodding at the even more confused look that he received. Ichiyuu sat still for a few moments, seemingly dazed. “Don’t worry, it’s all for your own good,” he snapped, frowning.



With a frustrated and embarrassed grunt, Ichiyuu sat up on his knees and leaned forward, resting on his elbows with his behind in the air. “Why do I hafta do this?” he grumbled, glaring at the embarrassed doctor. Imiko was giggling like a loon, her face bright red.



“Get out,” Akishi snapped without even turning to watch her go. He heard the door slide open and then close, and the giggling subsided. With a wink at the flustered doctor, he yanked the boys’ pajama bottoms down and patted the demons’ bottom.



“What are you doing?!” Ichiyuu gasped as the doctor moved behind him. He struggled to get away, suddenly realizing that they were trying to sneak something past him. Akishi watched as the doctor coated the thermometers’ tip in lubricant. The blonde demon gripped the boy roughly about the waist to stop his struggling. “Akishi, what are you guys- AHHH!” he screeched as the doctors’ cold fingers spread his pale cheeks and inserted the ‘needle.’



“I KNEW IT WAS A NEEDLE! I K-KNEW I-I-IT,” the young demon screeched, trying to crawl away from the freak they called the ‘doctor,’ He struggled against his masters’ embrace, the cold needle an unwanted intrusion to his behind. “Get it out I don’t like needles, I don’t!” he screeched, crying and wiggling roughly.



After about a minute, the doctor removed the thermometer, reading the numbers before dropping the thermometer into a small plastic bag. He dropped the bag into his kit and zipped it up, coming back around the teen and smiling gently. “You have a high fever, but as of right now, we don’t have to worry about things like loss in brain functions. Besides, I’m sure that you could handle it, being a demon as you are,” he said with a chuckle, trying to cheer up the teen, who was now kicking and flailing angrily, tears flying and snot running in thick streams down his face.



“What should I do about it?” Akishi asked the monstrous doctor, and Ichiyuu growled, sounding like a kitten.



“I didn’t wanna be stuck with a needle it wasn’t NICE!” he whined, ashamed and humiliated that he had been tricked into something so vile. Even worse, Akishi had called it his ’favorite position,’ and now the doctor AND Imiko knew what happened every time he and his master had sex…



***



Doctor Yoshida left Lord Ishimade with a list of things to do to keep his pets’ fever down. He stepped out into the hall and slid the door back closed behind him, wiping his sweating brow and continuing towards the stairs. He glanced into the rooms with open doors, hoping he didn’t seem too nosey, thinking of all of the money invested in this one mansion.



“Doctor… Perhaps you are lost? You seem to be taking quite a while to get down the hall,” the woman he assumed was Lord Ishimades’ wife whispered, her voice right next to his ear.



He jumped and turned around, hand on his balding head. “Oh, Lady Ishimade, I am terribly sorry!” he exclaimed, although he truly wasn’t. He and the woman were the only two in the hall… The Lord was being kept busy… A plan was forming in his mind.



The woman laughed, throwing her head back in a very girly way. “Lady Ishimade would be my brothers’ wife… If he had one. You can just call me Miss Ishimade,” she said, smiling gently.



Unable to stop himself, the doctor reached out for the young woman, grabbing her by her long black hair and dropping his bag. “You are only his sister… So he has no claims to you. You will be for me, then, a little extra tip for working for those damned demons…” he hissed, closing in on her and pressing her against a wall. “Shame I never met you before now when you were… younger,” he growled, transforming from the quiet doctor to a perverted animal in a matter of moments.



Imiko laughed again. “Never met me? Doctor… Perhaps you don’t remember because of how I looked that time… Do you remember a few years ago, the girl with the blackened skin, the torn flesh… The one from the accident,” she reminded him, and as the doctor watched, her beautiful face transformed into one from nightmares. Red eyes, skin blackened and peeling away, floating to the floor like ash. Her muscles and bone were exposed, her hair gone…



“Ahhh! No, you cannot be that woman!” he whimpered, letting go of her and looking down to see his hands were covered in charred flesh and soot. He looked back up, and the Lords’ sister was gone, leaving him in the hall, where he fell to his knees, sobbing and rocking back and forth.



***



Later that night, Ichiyuu was lying in his masters’ bed, slurping on a popsicle in an attempt to keep cool. Akishi and Imiko were arguing in the hall, and he was trying as hard as he could to hear them, but they were keeping too quiet for him to catch the entire conversation, and only occasional pieces slipped through to the masters’ bed.



“He was found in the hall acting as if he had just seen the end of the world-” Akishi grumbled, upset that his sister had used such mind tricks to get rid of the filthy doctor.



“You would have done the same thing, and you know it! He was trying to touch me! And he didn’t remember you had a sister, he shouldn’t have forgotten that time…” came Imikos’ quiet voice.



Ichiyuu heard his master groan. “Humans bury things that disturb them, Imiko-”



“Don’t care!” Imiko whined, and Ichiyuu heard her stomping away to her room. A few moments later, Akishi came back in, ice pack in hand. He placed it across the young demons’ forehead, brushing his damp indigo hair out of his face.



“Sleep,” the blonde demon whispered, and he kissed the teens’ forehead. Ichiyuu closed his eyes and slowly drifted into a slumber, nestling up against his master with a whimper.



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Alright! This is the end of chapter 5. As I said in the beginning, reviews would be… LOVED.

I’ve left this as a sort-of cliffy and I’m gonna post the next chapter if I get enough reviews.



What have you got to look forward to for the next chapter?

Here are a few of the things: A nice bit of Ichiyuu and Akishi! We haven’t seen enough of them together! A little bondage. Perhaps a nice beating. Some more of Mr. MacLaughlin! He’s pretty!

But I’m not posting up until I get what I deem “enough reviews!”

Yup. I’m just that mean.