Bloodslave

A/N: Ah, my first yaoi lemon. I\'m proud of it. Some history behind this character of mine: H abo about 10 here. After his family was killed in a mssacre, he ran away with his baby sister. They were seperated, and the bo was sold to a vampire. This same vampire found thy\'sy\'s sister and threatened to make her a slave, as well, but the boy told him he would have to leave her be if he became his bloodslave for 500 years. That\'s all you need to know. Now, read, and please review!

Oh, and by the way. This takes place in Japan..Okinawa, to be specific. The boy doesn\'t know english. There are translations the first time words pop up so you don\'t get confused. Okay, continue!

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Cold. Dank. That was what the cell always felt like. It was no place for any being to be, human or otherwise. And yet, in the corner, sat a small, frail, and shivering form. Hair the color of purple that had been left in the sun too long fell to the small of the figure's back. Thighs were curled to chest, head resting on knobby knees. Shivers crept through the juvenile frame, miniscule whimpers leaking forward. It rocked carefully, idly, in a steady back and forth motion.

Outside the cell, a loud clatter rang through the hallways. It caused the almost petite figure to whirl around quickly, staring out at the bars that confined it. In the light "“ if one could call the candle-light from the hallways that "“ the features on the human became more pronounced. They had a very feminine tone to them, right down to the wide, cobalt blue hues. The child could have been no more than ten.

The adolescent frame scrambled to small feet, hurrying to the bars and clenching them tightly with small hands. The door that was leaned against swung open with an eerie creak. Now, if exit from such an awful place was so easy, why hadn't it been accomplished before? It made one wonder.

"Hokari."

The foot that had eased out of its owner's confinement quickly returned back to its former position, standing next to a bare partner.

""¦hai?(Yes?)"

Oddly enough, despite very girlish features, the meek voice that leaked forward belong to a boy. He turned to the source of the voice that had spoken his name, eyes wide and questioning and afraid.

"Did I say you could come out into the hallway?"

""¦I-i-iie, Sakunagii-sama.(No, Mr. Sakunagii.)"

The boy slowly shook his head with his words, taking a wary step back. He moved to take another when the low, almost hissing voice once again resounded from the shadows.

"Follow me, boy."

"Hai, Sakunagii-sama."

The echoed sounds of his heels clicking against hard cement floor echoed half-heartedly throughout the hallway. Hokari quickly jumped out of the cell, closing the door, and scuffling along the audio trail left behind by the one he referred to as Sakungaii-sama.

After a few minutes of walking though the darkness, guided by only sound and a steady hand constantly pressed against a rock stone wall, he came to a chamber. It unnerved him how much it resembled his cell, save for the uneven walls and the lack of restricting bars. In the corner of the chamber was a figure. He was tall and fairly muscular, undoubtedly a male. Spiked black hair fell down to his waist, hiding his back. He turned hea head to the side, looking to the boy over his shoulder.

"You're moving slowly today, Hokari."

"G-g-gomen(I\'m sorry), Sakunagii-sama."

The older man turned around to the boy, who coyly looked to the side. "Look at me," Hokari. Matter-of-fact, come here." Hokari's legs started buckling almost immediately. And yet, he moved to the side of the man who beckoned him, looking up with fearful respect.

"You're growing." Sakunagii said the words almost arrogantly, smirking. A rather large hand reached for the comparatively miniscule wrists of the boy, binding them behind his back. He made no effort to free himself "“ only turned his head to the side, his eyes downcast. "What are you so afraid of? You ought to be used to the routine by now. After all"”" He wrapped one arm around the lithe boy's chest, hoisting him up and pinng his back to his own chest. "You still have several more centuries to go." With that last word, the fangs that had not been shown until now drove into the pallid flesh of the youth.

He stifled a cry, clenching his teeth as a shiver raced through his veins. Tears welled in his eyes, before rolling down his cheeks as he clenched watery blues shut. The adolescent winced as the fangs traveled over his skin, piercing wherever most convenient, a tongue steadily lapping up the blood that spilled forth. He started to grow light headed, but that didn't mean he could not longer feel the pain "“ not by any standards.

After a good five minutes, the man finally let go. He did so roughly, however; a weakened Hokari fell forth on his hands and knees. Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to recuperate from the loss of blood. Once strong enough to stand, he got to his feet in a wobbly manner, glancing back at Sakunagii, who was smirking sadistically behind him. He turned around and, after stumbling weakly, started to walk away. He was quickly stopped, however, a strong hand clamping down on his shoulder and preventing him from moving. Immediately, he went into panic mode. What had he done wrong? Had he looked at his Master in the wrong way, or perhaps forgotten to say something in his conscious but zombie-like state? He remained frozen in his steps, his muscles tense and worry pounding in his mind.

"You seem to have forgotten something, Hokari." With a firm grip, Sakunagii ripped the boy backwards, ignoring the whimper he issued when he did so. The hand was used as a cuff as it was a few moments ago, bounding the boy's wrists "“ he was much harsher about it, however, and Hokari found he could barely move his fingers. With the free hand, the crude clothes that the boy was wearing were ripped off in seconds. The cold air of the cave hit his bare skin in a sudden blast, his thick, long hair resting against his back, the only full part of his body "“ he was horribly emaciated. Horror crept into his veins, as Sakunagii had never done this to him before. He looked back up at his assaulter with massive, terrified eyes. "Don't give me that look. You know full well that when you do something wrong, you get punished." He held back to urge to shake his head fervently. No, he didn't know what happened what he did something wrong"¦he never did.

And yet, there was an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach and was telling him he was about to find out.

He almost strained his neck to peer over his shoulder and see what Sakunagii was doing with his free hand. He immediately regretted this action, however, as he was quickly slammed against the uneven rock wall, scraping his milky white skin, blood dotting where it wished. The front part of his body pressed up against the wall, tears threatened his eyes once more. "Don't you dare move unless I tell you. Close your eyes." The boy abruptly did so. For a few moments, he was in darkness, only hearing the ruffling of clothes behind him. He started to shift, but came to an upright attention when he felt something brush against his rear end. Moving from one foot to another uneasily, he frowned, yelping again when a harsh blow was dealt to the side of his head. "I said don't MOVE!"

"Hai, Sakunagii-sama! Gomen nasai!(I\'m very sorry!)"

Ignoring the whimpers of fear that were now constantly flowing from the diminutive figure before him, Sakunagii drove on. Hokari didn't know what he was doing, but it frightened him to no end. Whatever had prodded his posterior before was at it again, sending goose bumps up his arms and down his legs. "On your knees." A quiver ran though his body. Why was he being given such odd instructions? He did as told, however, easing his way into a kneeling position. He tried to sneak a peek of what was happening behind him out of the corner of his eye"¦and immediately regretted it. Everything started to happen quickly, faster than his mind could keep up with. His muscles tensed and his heart jumped into his throat as he felt the rough, calloused hands of his Blood-Master spreading his cheeks. Instinctively, frantically, he started to try to move away, but was held in his place with a firm hold on his hair. It hurt, but it paled in comparison to what he felt immediately after. A massive, burning, fiery rod was rammed inside of him, stretching his anal walls almost impossibly. He felt as if he were being ripped apart from the inside, and gave forth a terrible cry of hurt because of it, loud enough that it masked the moan of satisfaction from behind him.

To endure such a pain, it would have been better to never have been born.

Sakunagii still had yet to move, and already Hokari was doubling over in pain. He started to slip down on his elbows, but was abruptly yanked up by his hair. Yelping in pain, he got into an upright position once more. Feeling the massive shaft begin to move inside of him, he squirmed in a futile attempt to deal with the pain. It moved, slowly, as if to exit him and leave him be"¦but that was too abrupt, oh, no, it would never be that simple. It was driven in again, abrupt and quick and more painful than the first, eliciting another scream. "Shut up," Sakunagii growled lowly, beginning a slow, yet painful thrust in and out of the chi Tea Tears streamed down the boy's face as he bowed his head, clenching his eyes shut and whimpering pathetically.

"Onegai (Please)...onegai, Sakunagii-sama, yamatte (stop)"¦yamatte, yamatte! Onegai!"

"Damare! (Shut up!)" Another whack to the side of his head and a particularly harsh thrust silenced Hokari, save for a few pitiful whines. He turned his head to the side, body rocking unwillingly with the rhythm that the much older male had established. A wet spot had accumulated on the ground, where his tears had dripped off of his chin. And when he swore he could take no more, he felt the massive pole grow thicker, swelling. He clenched his teeth together, though they quickly parted as a scalding hot jet of liquid poured itself into him. Again, his yell was loud enough to cover the groan that was emitted from Sakunagii, behind him.

When Sakunagii stepped back and the anal intruder had removed itself from inside of him, he could feel a trickle of the same liquid running down his thigh, pooling on the floor. He remained still for a while, his head bowed, trying very hard not to acknowledge the throbbing soreness that had completely enveloped almost all of his lower body. He soon had a new pain to focus on, however, as he was dealt a sharp kick to his ribs. Unable to support himself at the sudden blow, he toppled over. Eyes wide with horror looked up at the kick's dealer, who stood looming over him, sneering.

"Get out of my sight. You disgust me."

"Sakunagii-sama"¦" Hokari whined gently, still relatively breathless. He managed to get enough composure together to dodge another kick. Quickly gathering the message his Master was sending [in a rather negative physical manner], he scrambled to his feet and hurried out of the room, leaving a smugly satisfied vampire behind him.

As he made his way back to what he knew as home, knees buckling occasionally and his legs threatening to cave in, he found himself praying to the gods he wouldn't have to endure this every time Sakunagii needed to be fed. It scared him"¦it scared him a lot. But he had to hang in there, he just had to. For her. Collapsing into a weak pile back where he had been no less than an hour ago, he breathed against his naked legs, shivering. "Shikata ga nai"¦makeru mon ka. (I have to learn to deal. There is nothing I can do about it now.)" The delicate, pained words were whispered low enough that only he could hear, as he tried to encourage himself.

500 years couldn't be too long, could it?