[Fic] Kidnapper-san part 1
Title: Kidnapper-san
Author: deeacrazyme
Pairing: Akame
Genre: romance
Rating: smutty..so ...NC
Disclaimer: I don't own them *cries*
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya is the son of a known Politician that happens to have one two many enemies so he ends up kidnapped. Things just happen to take a different turn. Sort of.
It wasn't even dark yet so he didn't understand one bit why did he have to go home at that hour. He had just said good bye to his best friend Tat-chan and was now heading home, but , honestly, he really didn't want to. It wasn't as if he could do much anyway since he was the son of the great Politician Kamenashi. His looks didn't help him much either. He wore a pair of trousers, black for that matter, a normal white shirt, properly fixed, his backpack and his glasses. He was supposed to be the son of a great politician so he had to look smart but truthfully those glasses only made him look like a geek. Surely that was why some people mocked him and even tried to play pranks on him. No one actually did cause then they knew Daddy would mess their lives so yes. Kamenashi Kazuya was practically an outcast because of who his father was.
He sighed and then turned around. He was getting late. He was supposed to arrive home 5 minutes ago so he was actually late as hell. It was actually surprising no one came to pick him up yet since his family was so famous. He looked as his watch and stopped for a minute. It was pretty dark and he was starting to get cold. He had only one choice and that was to take a short cut. Bad idea. The moment he stepped into the darkness, he felt a hit behind his head and he could feel everything moving underneath his feet.
It was cold. Rather cold. Colder than before. He tried moving and realized he was sited down. Strangely, it was dark. Too dark for the alley so he tried opening his eyes even more.
How peculiar..., he thought since it didn't help at all. It was just as dark. Suddenly, he realized even his body was rather immobilized. Probably because he couldn't really stand up and not even move his hands. His feet were okay but he came to the conclusion his hands were wrapped somewhere behind his back and he couldn't even bring them in front of himself. He tried standing up but failed more than once. His bottom actually started to hurt because of the amount of times and the hardness with which he fell. It was so silent. Everything seems so quiet. Then it hit him.
I'm being kidnapped! Heck...I am kidnapped!
Thankfully, his mouth wasn't covered so he figured he should at least try to find out if he was alone in the room although the silence was more than enough of an answer.
- Kidnapper-san? he called out in a small voice, not really sure it was a good idea to even try to call for someone.
People, probably, usually started shouting their lungs out just to catch attention but since he was already caught just what was the purpose of it?
- Kidnapper-san?!! he said even louder.
He twitched a bit when the echo of the room hit in and he was responded only with the high tone of his voice. At least it didn't waver and he didn't seem about to cry. At least it didn't show from his voice.
He darted his head in the direction of the sudden noise. It felt as if a door had just been opened so that meant someone actually heard him.
- Kidnapper-san? he tried in the same small voice from the beginning, fear slowly crunching inside his heart.
- Look at him. Kidnapper-san he says, someone talked and then laughed.
It wasn't just one. By the sound of it there were actually two people laughing because of what he had said. He wasn't sure it was anything that funny though so he just said it.
- I don't know what is that funny, Kidnapper-san's.
The two started laughing even more, so close to him that Kazuya could feel the coldness of their smile all the way down his spine. The laughter muffled one of their walking towards him so he couldn't help himself but twitch once more when he felt his hair being pulled back with too much force.
- You're funny, brat. It's funny how pathetic you look. Get it? the harsh voice spoke right in his ear and Kazuya could swear that if was the coldest, harshest, meaniest voice he had ever heard. Even more than his classmates from college.
- That's not my fault! Kazuya replied in shock, not willing to let his pride as well to be stepped upon. In a situation like that it was the only thing he had left.
- Look at the brat, the same man who held his hair said as he pulled even harder. He dares talk back.
- Maybe we should teach him some manners...., the other one's voice was finally heard.
- You lack manners. Do you know who I am?! Kazuya asked the both, starting to feel angry.
Sure, he wasn't expecting to be treated like a prince but why was there any need for such cruel words and rudeness? Why did all kidnappers had to be incult, stupid and mean?
- Of course we do. That's why you are here.
- Stop it with the hair, will ya?!
He couldn't stop himself from shouting. His hair hurt because of all the pulling and doing it again wasn't going to help one bit. He could feel some hairs even being pulled out because of all the force and he just couldn't take it anymore. His precious hair.
More laughter filled the room and suddenly Kazuya found himself thrown on the ground, his face hitting the cold floor with a bit too much strength. One single hit to his stomach made him cough in pain. He wasn't used to that harsh treatment. He wasn't strong. He had always known that but he didn't expect to hurt that much.
- Stupid brat! another shout accompanied by another hit came and Kazuya fell on the floor, this time no longer on his knees.
- Knock it off!
Kazuya turned his head around, in the direction of the sound. A more clear, beautiful voice was heard from the same place the door opened and, if he had to guess, it had to belong to the third Kidnapper. It was a far more gentle voice, calmer, more ... soothing so to say. Kazuya liked it better.
- We're sorry!!
He heard the two say at the same time so he let out an unconscious smile, thinking that it had to be the boss. It wasn't necessarily good since in movies the boss was even more cruel than his underlings. He could only gulp hard and hope this wasn't the case.
Some other footsteps were heard and then the door closed. He managed to get on his knees and he thought he was finally alone again but that didn't happen. Before he could try to get into a more comfortable position, he felt his hair being pulled again, this time his head leaning backwards because of the strength.
- Kid...Kidnapper-san? he asked confused since he still couldn't hear any bad words.
- So you're the third son, Kazuya, the beautiful and calm voice spoke, so close to his ears that Kamenashi shivered a bit this time.
- Kamenashi Kazuya desu. You are?
Maybe some of them had manners. Maybe this particular kidnapper had some too. But then again, he shouldn't actually expect the kidnapper to introduce himself. Unless he was stupid and this one wasn't.
- I'm Kidnapper-san. Pleasure to meet you.
Kazuya let out a smile. It was involuntary but he smiled and since his hair was released he could only get to the conclusion no harsh words and kicks were going to follow. Thank god.
- Why did you kidnap me? Kazuya asked in a low voice. The room was silent enough so he didn't need to raise his voice in order to be heard.
- We just want your father to do something.If he does...you are free to go, the man answered.
- And if he doesn't?
- Then I am afraid you will die.
Kazuya gulped again. The voice was indeed calm and beautiful but the serenity on which those words were spoken made it even more cruel than the voices of the two before him.
- For real? he asked as he swallowed his own saliva and licked his lips nervously.
- Yes. It is a pity someone as beautiful as you will have to die, but it would not be my fault.
Kazuya looked up although he knew he couldn't see the kidnapper. Beautiful? No one but his mom called him that. He was the weird one, the feminine looking one that would have probably been better off as a woman, the geek, the precious son of the Politician or just another idiot that lived like a king because of his family wealth. Never once did an outsider call him beautiful.
- Now don't blush on me, he heard the man's voice, this time as an warning so he tried to but unfortunately ended up blushing even more.
He gasped hard when his hair got pulled again. He could feel the man's breathe on his cheek, so close to him, so private that once again he felt nervous and licked his lips.
- I...I'm...I'm sorry? he asked, not sure what exactly was he supposed to say.
He got thrown backwards and hit the floor hard, his right shoulder taking most of the impact but his back as well. He kept quiet until few fingers rolled down his cheeks and neck. It was a soft touch, Kazuya concluded. The man's hands weren't harsh, but soft and cared for. The touch was gentle and slow, as if he was taking his time exploring his body. When the fingers reached his chest and he actually felt one of the buttons of his shirt being pressed against him, he slowly moved his legs, uniting them, as if he was trying to prevent something else happening to him.
- Don't worry. I won't rape you, the voice spoke more gently now.
It was only then that Kazuya realized he had been keeping his breathe. The fingers went even lower, all the way to his waist line and then slowly moved down his outer thigh.
- Really now? he let out a bit mocking, since everything the man did only let him think he was going to get fucked pretty bad.
- Seriously now...Why can't someone just admire something as beautiful as you? I told you. I won't rape you.
Kazuya felt his heartbeat increasing as the voice slowly turned childish and a chuckle even escaped the man's lips. Chuckling, that person seems to friendly, so safe to be around, so normal, so harmless.
- I'm not beautiful...., Kazuya whispered more to himself but in the silence of the room he had been heard.
- Oh...yes you are. They know too. I won't rape you but I can't guarantee they won't... the soft voice spoke as the fingers moved back to Kazuya's neck, slowly caressing it.
- They...? Kazuya chocked out, all of a sudden a bit afraid. This voice made him calm but those two were like a nightmare.
- Yes, they. Try not to provoke them, okay? If you get raped I'm not taking responsibility, the voice continued.
Kazuya twitched again as his shoulder was pulled but he calmed down as soon as he realized he was only being helped to sit properly on the floor.
- Weird..., he whispered again. I thought kidnappers don't care about things like this..., he let out in the same small voice.
It seemed like he could actually talk to the boss so he didn't fear getting kicked or anything. Of course, angering him was probably not a good idea. If he was the boss, he had the power to finish him off and Kazuya really didn't want that. He just wanted to go back to his boring, fake life.
- I don't really care but it doesn't help me. There's no need for complications. I want something from your dad and he will give it to me. If he doesn't...you die. The rest...I don't really care if you leave this place fucked or not. Thought you would though, another chuckle was heard.
Kazuya actually smiled. A reasonable human being, thank god. His smile faded as he heard the footsteps getting further and further away from him. After a bang of the door, he was once again alone.
Guess I have to wait....
A phone was thrown hard into the wall after the conversation. Two man, one on his each side, twitched at the reaction. It seemed something wasn't right and they could feel it just by looking at their boss's face.
- He is out of his mind! the man in the middle almost shouted as he fell back on his seat.
His brown rather curlish hair quickly covered his eyes but their beautiful shine could still be seen. Just by staying there, he emanated a very cool air. His angry face didn't fit the rest of his looks though.
- What do you want us to do, boss? one of them asked ready to have his command.
- Nothing yet. Just watch the kid, he replied with a sigh.
Both man nodded and quickly left the room. As he was left alone, he sank deeper in his seat and ruffled his hair. It wasn't good. That son of a bitch, asshole seemed to care about his family as little as he cared about justice. If things continued like that, the boy was indeed going to end up dead and he didn't want that. He had seen the pictures of the young one but even behind those geeky glasses and unfashionable clothes, he could see a certain beauty. The moment he had been brought to the grounds and closed in the room, when he finally saw the kid without glasses and up close, he could see that beauty even closer. Of course, he felt something else too.
His mind quickly screamed " He'll be such a great fuck!" but that wasn't exactly his fault. The boy had a waistline, a rather tempting ass and just as he noticed a few minutes before having the phone call, his figure was good enough to attract anyone's attention. Without a doubt, if his men were going to be challenged just as the boy challenged them before, he would end up raped. He could only hope the kid was going to keep his mouth shout and not provoke anyone.
- Stupid politician...., he let out through his teeth, still pissed.
Kazuya felt a little dizzy. It was still dark and he should have been expecting that but he still couldn't get used to it. Someone moved around him so he stopped all his moves and just waited. Who was it ? The gentle guy or the two bastards?
- You hungry, brat?
The bastards... , Kazuya concluded.
He only nodded and waited. A click was heard nearby and he was almost sure it was the sound of a plate hitting the floor a little too harsh. But his hands were tied at his back so he couldn't actually eat.
- You're untying me? he asked suspicious.
Laughter followed right away so Kazuya sighed. Why did they have to laugh at every single think like some freaking morons? An answer was more than enough. A simple No was just as good.
- There's your food, brat. Eat it if you want.
Kazuya took another deep breath and then searched for the plate with his foot. He found it pretty easily but he still wasn't very sure just how was he going to eat it. He laid on his knees and leaned forward until his tongue found the edge of the plate. He tried eating that way since he was really hungry and that was the only way. Sure, he could hear the mean laughs and he knew, he just knew, he must have looked like a complete idiot but he really couldn't do much about it.
- Come on! Eat up! The boss made it especially for you!
Kazuya was ready to ask if it was a lie or the truth when the plate just ended up on his face. He cleared his mouth and then gritted his teeth even harder. That was no longer being mean or cruel. How could they do something like that? He kept quiet until the door closed and silence filled the room again.
- Assholes... he let out rather loud, a bit afraid that they might come back but too angry to control himself.
How was he going to clean his face now. He could feel the food on his neck, on half of his face and he could swear some of it even got inside his shirt.
Damn them...
He just leaned on his back and then tried standing up. He just couldn't make the food inside his shirt go away because his shirt was tucked in his trousers. Now for sure he looked pathetic. The door opened again and Kazuya stilted. Not them again, not them. Anything but them was what he was praying for.
- Weird way of eating..., a chuckle filled the room.
Once again, Kazuya found himself relaxing to the pleasant voice. Why did he only have to come after the two bastards? Then again, it did help him calm down and feel better.
- You know they did this..., Kazuya tried to shake his head hoping bits would fall.
- Stop doing that. You'll dirty your hair.., the voice spoke gently.
Kazuya felt the man stopping in front of him and the moment those fingers ended up placing his hair behind his ears, protecting it from the food, he let out another smile. There was something about that man that made him just feel safe. The movements stopped and Kazuya frowned a little although the blindfold prevented the man from seeing it.
- Not going to clean it? he asked slowly.
There was no need to shout or be mean with that man since the boss knew how to speak without using verbal violence.
- I can't. You know why... They will know because they will see and the other option won't be on your liking, the voice spoke gently.
From the direction of the sound, Kazuya could guess the man was crunched down in front of him, and by the way the sound came, he was probably encircling his knees with his arms and had his head on them because the words came out more muffled. He was probably staying like a kid. Rather cute.
- Why did they do it? Kazuya pouted a little as he tried licking the bits of food around his lips.
- Your dad is not being very cooperative. It's like he doesn't care.
It hurt. It hurt Kazuya to know his dad wasn't doing everything possible to help him. Sure, he knew. His dad was so into his position and doing anything needed to keep his status but he never actually though that would come first even when family was concerned.
- What's the other option? Kazuya asked instead, trying to not think about how upset he was.
This time a giggle filled the room and Kazuya found it just as pleasant as the voice alone, as the chuckles and the touches. He started wondering how did the man look like.
- You won't like it..., the giggle continued and Kazuya felt once again a strand of his hair being carefully taken away.
- It disturbs me. Please..., Kazuya asked, really sincere.
The feeling of having food all over his face was awful. The food under his shirt was even more annoying. He straightened his back as he felt the fingers around his cheek. It was pointless to close his eyes but he did, rather enjoying the touch. He twitched a little when he felt something wet on his cheek, very close to his lips. Soon, he realized what it was. The man was kissing his cheeks, licking them from time to time, cleaning him that way. It send shivers down Kazuya's spine. Strangely, in a nice way. He himself lifted his head up when he felt the lips on his chin. The hands took hold of his head and brushed the hair away as the lips continued going down his neck. Kazuya gulped and licked his lips. It was a nice tingle. After each touch, his skin felt nice and soft, ticklish but strange. The man moved his lips on his neck and just then Kazuya realized he was being fully kissed. He could feel the lips enclosing on his skin, the tongue sliding on it then it being sucked, one portion at a time. It left a wet feeling but it was much better than that of food. He bit his lower lip when he felt those lips close to his ear, sucking on his skin. One last kiss close to his mouth and the touch disappeared.
- There you go.
His heart was beating like mad. What was that feeling inside of him? What was going on and why was he feeling loved? Loved? More like cared for. As if the kidnapper cared for him.
- There's still more..., Kazuya spoke just as he felt the man trying to stand up.
He was playing with fire. He liked the feeling. He liked feeling cared for although it was a stranger. He only knew Tat-chan and his mom cared for him but to have a total stranger, someone he couldn't see, be so gentle to him in such a situation. Yes...that was why his heart was beating so fast.
- Really?! the man sounded surprised. Where?
- Shir...shirt..., he stuttered.
Was he going to be kissed there too?
He could feel it all. How the man set on the ground next to him, how his shirt was slowly being unbuttoned. Everything. Those lips were soft. It almost burned his skin the first time he felt them on his stomach. He was grateful for having the food being removed but he had to admit he could feel the lips even more than the food itself. He pursed his lips together in a useless attempt to muffle his moan but he was heard. His shirt got pulled out of his trouser, unbuttoned completely. The same fingers ran down his waistline, making him move a little and close his legs once again. He wasn't getting turned on. Impossible.
He moan. Loud and clear. So clear that it made the man stop. It wasn't his fault. The moment he felt the tongue going all the way from his abdomen to his bellybutton, it just came out.
- Are you turned on? the question came with surprise.
- No..., he blushed really hard and he felt it because his face was suddenly hard.
He twitched and almost jumped up when he felt the hand touching his crotch. Well, not really, more like the material above it. He lifted his head up when the lips returned on his neck and began kissing him but quickly started moving around when the hand went under his pants and caught his crotch.
- Don't make noise. Don't worry..., the man told him.
- You said...you said you won't rape me..., Kazuya breathed out really quick.
- I'm not. I just can't leave you like this. Trust me.
Was it because he said to trust him or because of how his skin felt? The fingers were gentle, the kisses seemed full of care and even though one hand was now pumping his cock, nothing of it felt wrong.
The lips disappeared from his neck and then the sound of his zipper being pulled down was heard. Kazuya gasped hard and bit his lips just as hard when all of a sudden those lips enclosed on his manhood. He arched his body although he didn't plan to and moaned again. That hand on his cock, pumping him, that mouth on his cock, sucking and licking him, it all felt so good.
- Kidnap...kidnapper-san!! Kazuya breathed out almost in a shout as he felt himself getting near the edge.
- Yes? the voice was now concerned but closer to him.
It was back close to Kazuya's ears, back to sooth him and to make him believe it was going to be okay. The hand suddenly gripped harder around his cock and he arched again. He was about to moan, this time too
hard, too loud so just he released himself, he felt them.
Those lips. Big, plummy, soft and wet capturing his, keeping him from moaning out loud. So sweet. Kazuya felt dizzy. What was that feeling taking over him?
- Now look what you did..., the man chuckled a little.
Kazuya was about to ask what did he do when he felt a finger close to his mouth. He didn't even think twice before opening his mouth and taking them inside. His tongue was moving by itself, licking them thoroughly.
It felt cold. With his shirt opened, trousers and pants as well, it was supposed to be cold and yet he felt hot. His skin felt so hot, too hot to bear with it.
Soon, he landed back on the floor, spread on it but he still couldn't breathe normally. The man was buttoning his shirt again and his pants and trousers as well, but the heat just wouldn't go away. Those steps.... Kazuya hated them. Always moving away from him.
- Why...? he let out although he could feel himself chocking. Why are you nice to me?
- Because it seems your dad isn't, the reply came with a hint of sadness.
- He said no...didn't he? That's what you meant ...didn't you?
- I feel sorry for you, almost. Having a dad like that must be hell but even though I can sympathize, I can't go back on this.
- So you do this in exchange?
The door closed and Kazuya only sighed. So it was care out of pity.
Finally...after god knows how much time... he cried.
A/N: Happy New Year! Merry X-mas as well!!! I missed all because I didn't post anything. Please don't hate me. I've been slacking big time so now i'm trying to make up for it.
Love you >X
Author: deeacrazyme
Pairing: Akame
Genre: romance
Rating: smutty..so ...NC
Disclaimer: I don't own them *cries*
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya is the son of a known Politician that happens to have one two many enemies so he ends up kidnapped. Things just happen to take a different turn. Sort of.
It wasn't even dark yet so he didn't understand one bit why did he have to go home at that hour. He had just said good bye to his best friend Tat-chan and was now heading home, but , honestly, he really didn't want to. It wasn't as if he could do much anyway since he was the son of the great Politician Kamenashi. His looks didn't help him much either. He wore a pair of trousers, black for that matter, a normal white shirt, properly fixed, his backpack and his glasses. He was supposed to be the son of a great politician so he had to look smart but truthfully those glasses only made him look like a geek. Surely that was why some people mocked him and even tried to play pranks on him. No one actually did cause then they knew Daddy would mess their lives so yes. Kamenashi Kazuya was practically an outcast because of who his father was.
He sighed and then turned around. He was getting late. He was supposed to arrive home 5 minutes ago so he was actually late as hell. It was actually surprising no one came to pick him up yet since his family was so famous. He looked as his watch and stopped for a minute. It was pretty dark and he was starting to get cold. He had only one choice and that was to take a short cut. Bad idea. The moment he stepped into the darkness, he felt a hit behind his head and he could feel everything moving underneath his feet.
It was cold. Rather cold. Colder than before. He tried moving and realized he was sited down. Strangely, it was dark. Too dark for the alley so he tried opening his eyes even more.
How peculiar..., he thought since it didn't help at all. It was just as dark. Suddenly, he realized even his body was rather immobilized. Probably because he couldn't really stand up and not even move his hands. His feet were okay but he came to the conclusion his hands were wrapped somewhere behind his back and he couldn't even bring them in front of himself. He tried standing up but failed more than once. His bottom actually started to hurt because of the amount of times and the hardness with which he fell. It was so silent. Everything seems so quiet. Then it hit him.
I'm being kidnapped! Heck...I am kidnapped!
Thankfully, his mouth wasn't covered so he figured he should at least try to find out if he was alone in the room although the silence was more than enough of an answer.
- Kidnapper-san? he called out in a small voice, not really sure it was a good idea to even try to call for someone.
People, probably, usually started shouting their lungs out just to catch attention but since he was already caught just what was the purpose of it?
- Kidnapper-san?!! he said even louder.
He twitched a bit when the echo of the room hit in and he was responded only with the high tone of his voice. At least it didn't waver and he didn't seem about to cry. At least it didn't show from his voice.
He darted his head in the direction of the sudden noise. It felt as if a door had just been opened so that meant someone actually heard him.
- Kidnapper-san? he tried in the same small voice from the beginning, fear slowly crunching inside his heart.
- Look at him. Kidnapper-san he says, someone talked and then laughed.
It wasn't just one. By the sound of it there were actually two people laughing because of what he had said. He wasn't sure it was anything that funny though so he just said it.
- I don't know what is that funny, Kidnapper-san's.
The two started laughing even more, so close to him that Kazuya could feel the coldness of their smile all the way down his spine. The laughter muffled one of their walking towards him so he couldn't help himself but twitch once more when he felt his hair being pulled back with too much force.
- You're funny, brat. It's funny how pathetic you look. Get it? the harsh voice spoke right in his ear and Kazuya could swear that if was the coldest, harshest, meaniest voice he had ever heard. Even more than his classmates from college.
- That's not my fault! Kazuya replied in shock, not willing to let his pride as well to be stepped upon. In a situation like that it was the only thing he had left.
- Look at the brat, the same man who held his hair said as he pulled even harder. He dares talk back.
- Maybe we should teach him some manners...., the other one's voice was finally heard.
- You lack manners. Do you know who I am?! Kazuya asked the both, starting to feel angry.
Sure, he wasn't expecting to be treated like a prince but why was there any need for such cruel words and rudeness? Why did all kidnappers had to be incult, stupid and mean?
- Of course we do. That's why you are here.
- Stop it with the hair, will ya?!
He couldn't stop himself from shouting. His hair hurt because of all the pulling and doing it again wasn't going to help one bit. He could feel some hairs even being pulled out because of all the force and he just couldn't take it anymore. His precious hair.
More laughter filled the room and suddenly Kazuya found himself thrown on the ground, his face hitting the cold floor with a bit too much strength. One single hit to his stomach made him cough in pain. He wasn't used to that harsh treatment. He wasn't strong. He had always known that but he didn't expect to hurt that much.
- Stupid brat! another shout accompanied by another hit came and Kazuya fell on the floor, this time no longer on his knees.
- Knock it off!
Kazuya turned his head around, in the direction of the sound. A more clear, beautiful voice was heard from the same place the door opened and, if he had to guess, it had to belong to the third Kidnapper. It was a far more gentle voice, calmer, more ... soothing so to say. Kazuya liked it better.
- We're sorry!!
He heard the two say at the same time so he let out an unconscious smile, thinking that it had to be the boss. It wasn't necessarily good since in movies the boss was even more cruel than his underlings. He could only gulp hard and hope this wasn't the case.
Some other footsteps were heard and then the door closed. He managed to get on his knees and he thought he was finally alone again but that didn't happen. Before he could try to get into a more comfortable position, he felt his hair being pulled again, this time his head leaning backwards because of the strength.
- Kid...Kidnapper-san? he asked confused since he still couldn't hear any bad words.
- So you're the third son, Kazuya, the beautiful and calm voice spoke, so close to his ears that Kamenashi shivered a bit this time.
- Kamenashi Kazuya desu. You are?
Maybe some of them had manners. Maybe this particular kidnapper had some too. But then again, he shouldn't actually expect the kidnapper to introduce himself. Unless he was stupid and this one wasn't.
- I'm Kidnapper-san. Pleasure to meet you.
Kazuya let out a smile. It was involuntary but he smiled and since his hair was released he could only get to the conclusion no harsh words and kicks were going to follow. Thank god.
- Why did you kidnap me? Kazuya asked in a low voice. The room was silent enough so he didn't need to raise his voice in order to be heard.
- We just want your father to do something.If he does...you are free to go, the man answered.
- And if he doesn't?
- Then I am afraid you will die.
Kazuya gulped again. The voice was indeed calm and beautiful but the serenity on which those words were spoken made it even more cruel than the voices of the two before him.
- For real? he asked as he swallowed his own saliva and licked his lips nervously.
- Yes. It is a pity someone as beautiful as you will have to die, but it would not be my fault.
Kazuya looked up although he knew he couldn't see the kidnapper. Beautiful? No one but his mom called him that. He was the weird one, the feminine looking one that would have probably been better off as a woman, the geek, the precious son of the Politician or just another idiot that lived like a king because of his family wealth. Never once did an outsider call him beautiful.
- Now don't blush on me, he heard the man's voice, this time as an warning so he tried to but unfortunately ended up blushing even more.
He gasped hard when his hair got pulled again. He could feel the man's breathe on his cheek, so close to him, so private that once again he felt nervous and licked his lips.
- I...I'm...I'm sorry? he asked, not sure what exactly was he supposed to say.
He got thrown backwards and hit the floor hard, his right shoulder taking most of the impact but his back as well. He kept quiet until few fingers rolled down his cheeks and neck. It was a soft touch, Kazuya concluded. The man's hands weren't harsh, but soft and cared for. The touch was gentle and slow, as if he was taking his time exploring his body. When the fingers reached his chest and he actually felt one of the buttons of his shirt being pressed against him, he slowly moved his legs, uniting them, as if he was trying to prevent something else happening to him.
- Don't worry. I won't rape you, the voice spoke more gently now.
It was only then that Kazuya realized he had been keeping his breathe. The fingers went even lower, all the way to his waist line and then slowly moved down his outer thigh.
- Really now? he let out a bit mocking, since everything the man did only let him think he was going to get fucked pretty bad.
- Seriously now...Why can't someone just admire something as beautiful as you? I told you. I won't rape you.
Kazuya felt his heartbeat increasing as the voice slowly turned childish and a chuckle even escaped the man's lips. Chuckling, that person seems to friendly, so safe to be around, so normal, so harmless.
- I'm not beautiful...., Kazuya whispered more to himself but in the silence of the room he had been heard.
- Oh...yes you are. They know too. I won't rape you but I can't guarantee they won't... the soft voice spoke as the fingers moved back to Kazuya's neck, slowly caressing it.
- They...? Kazuya chocked out, all of a sudden a bit afraid. This voice made him calm but those two were like a nightmare.
- Yes, they. Try not to provoke them, okay? If you get raped I'm not taking responsibility, the voice continued.
Kazuya twitched again as his shoulder was pulled but he calmed down as soon as he realized he was only being helped to sit properly on the floor.
- Weird..., he whispered again. I thought kidnappers don't care about things like this..., he let out in the same small voice.
It seemed like he could actually talk to the boss so he didn't fear getting kicked or anything. Of course, angering him was probably not a good idea. If he was the boss, he had the power to finish him off and Kazuya really didn't want that. He just wanted to go back to his boring, fake life.
- I don't really care but it doesn't help me. There's no need for complications. I want something from your dad and he will give it to me. If he doesn't...you die. The rest...I don't really care if you leave this place fucked or not. Thought you would though, another chuckle was heard.
Kazuya actually smiled. A reasonable human being, thank god. His smile faded as he heard the footsteps getting further and further away from him. After a bang of the door, he was once again alone.
Guess I have to wait....
A phone was thrown hard into the wall after the conversation. Two man, one on his each side, twitched at the reaction. It seemed something wasn't right and they could feel it just by looking at their boss's face.
- He is out of his mind! the man in the middle almost shouted as he fell back on his seat.
His brown rather curlish hair quickly covered his eyes but their beautiful shine could still be seen. Just by staying there, he emanated a very cool air. His angry face didn't fit the rest of his looks though.
- What do you want us to do, boss? one of them asked ready to have his command.
- Nothing yet. Just watch the kid, he replied with a sigh.
Both man nodded and quickly left the room. As he was left alone, he sank deeper in his seat and ruffled his hair. It wasn't good. That son of a bitch, asshole seemed to care about his family as little as he cared about justice. If things continued like that, the boy was indeed going to end up dead and he didn't want that. He had seen the pictures of the young one but even behind those geeky glasses and unfashionable clothes, he could see a certain beauty. The moment he had been brought to the grounds and closed in the room, when he finally saw the kid without glasses and up close, he could see that beauty even closer. Of course, he felt something else too.
His mind quickly screamed " He'll be such a great fuck!" but that wasn't exactly his fault. The boy had a waistline, a rather tempting ass and just as he noticed a few minutes before having the phone call, his figure was good enough to attract anyone's attention. Without a doubt, if his men were going to be challenged just as the boy challenged them before, he would end up raped. He could only hope the kid was going to keep his mouth shout and not provoke anyone.
- Stupid politician...., he let out through his teeth, still pissed.
Kazuya felt a little dizzy. It was still dark and he should have been expecting that but he still couldn't get used to it. Someone moved around him so he stopped all his moves and just waited. Who was it ? The gentle guy or the two bastards?
- You hungry, brat?
The bastards... , Kazuya concluded.
He only nodded and waited. A click was heard nearby and he was almost sure it was the sound of a plate hitting the floor a little too harsh. But his hands were tied at his back so he couldn't actually eat.
- You're untying me? he asked suspicious.
Laughter followed right away so Kazuya sighed. Why did they have to laugh at every single think like some freaking morons? An answer was more than enough. A simple No was just as good.
- There's your food, brat. Eat it if you want.
Kazuya took another deep breath and then searched for the plate with his foot. He found it pretty easily but he still wasn't very sure just how was he going to eat it. He laid on his knees and leaned forward until his tongue found the edge of the plate. He tried eating that way since he was really hungry and that was the only way. Sure, he could hear the mean laughs and he knew, he just knew, he must have looked like a complete idiot but he really couldn't do much about it.
- Come on! Eat up! The boss made it especially for you!
Kazuya was ready to ask if it was a lie or the truth when the plate just ended up on his face. He cleared his mouth and then gritted his teeth even harder. That was no longer being mean or cruel. How could they do something like that? He kept quiet until the door closed and silence filled the room again.
- Assholes... he let out rather loud, a bit afraid that they might come back but too angry to control himself.
How was he going to clean his face now. He could feel the food on his neck, on half of his face and he could swear some of it even got inside his shirt.
Damn them...
He just leaned on his back and then tried standing up. He just couldn't make the food inside his shirt go away because his shirt was tucked in his trousers. Now for sure he looked pathetic. The door opened again and Kazuya stilted. Not them again, not them. Anything but them was what he was praying for.
- Weird way of eating..., a chuckle filled the room.
Once again, Kazuya found himself relaxing to the pleasant voice. Why did he only have to come after the two bastards? Then again, it did help him calm down and feel better.
- You know they did this..., Kazuya tried to shake his head hoping bits would fall.
- Stop doing that. You'll dirty your hair.., the voice spoke gently.
Kazuya felt the man stopping in front of him and the moment those fingers ended up placing his hair behind his ears, protecting it from the food, he let out another smile. There was something about that man that made him just feel safe. The movements stopped and Kazuya frowned a little although the blindfold prevented the man from seeing it.
- Not going to clean it? he asked slowly.
There was no need to shout or be mean with that man since the boss knew how to speak without using verbal violence.
- I can't. You know why... They will know because they will see and the other option won't be on your liking, the voice spoke gently.
From the direction of the sound, Kazuya could guess the man was crunched down in front of him, and by the way the sound came, he was probably encircling his knees with his arms and had his head on them because the words came out more muffled. He was probably staying like a kid. Rather cute.
- Why did they do it? Kazuya pouted a little as he tried licking the bits of food around his lips.
- Your dad is not being very cooperative. It's like he doesn't care.
It hurt. It hurt Kazuya to know his dad wasn't doing everything possible to help him. Sure, he knew. His dad was so into his position and doing anything needed to keep his status but he never actually though that would come first even when family was concerned.
- What's the other option? Kazuya asked instead, trying to not think about how upset he was.
This time a giggle filled the room and Kazuya found it just as pleasant as the voice alone, as the chuckles and the touches. He started wondering how did the man look like.
- You won't like it..., the giggle continued and Kazuya felt once again a strand of his hair being carefully taken away.
- It disturbs me. Please..., Kazuya asked, really sincere.
The feeling of having food all over his face was awful. The food under his shirt was even more annoying. He straightened his back as he felt the fingers around his cheek. It was pointless to close his eyes but he did, rather enjoying the touch. He twitched a little when he felt something wet on his cheek, very close to his lips. Soon, he realized what it was. The man was kissing his cheeks, licking them from time to time, cleaning him that way. It send shivers down Kazuya's spine. Strangely, in a nice way. He himself lifted his head up when he felt the lips on his chin. The hands took hold of his head and brushed the hair away as the lips continued going down his neck. Kazuya gulped and licked his lips. It was a nice tingle. After each touch, his skin felt nice and soft, ticklish but strange. The man moved his lips on his neck and just then Kazuya realized he was being fully kissed. He could feel the lips enclosing on his skin, the tongue sliding on it then it being sucked, one portion at a time. It left a wet feeling but it was much better than that of food. He bit his lower lip when he felt those lips close to his ear, sucking on his skin. One last kiss close to his mouth and the touch disappeared.
- There you go.
His heart was beating like mad. What was that feeling inside of him? What was going on and why was he feeling loved? Loved? More like cared for. As if the kidnapper cared for him.
- There's still more..., Kazuya spoke just as he felt the man trying to stand up.
He was playing with fire. He liked the feeling. He liked feeling cared for although it was a stranger. He only knew Tat-chan and his mom cared for him but to have a total stranger, someone he couldn't see, be so gentle to him in such a situation. Yes...that was why his heart was beating so fast.
- Really?! the man sounded surprised. Where?
- Shir...shirt..., he stuttered.
Was he going to be kissed there too?
He could feel it all. How the man set on the ground next to him, how his shirt was slowly being unbuttoned. Everything. Those lips were soft. It almost burned his skin the first time he felt them on his stomach. He was grateful for having the food being removed but he had to admit he could feel the lips even more than the food itself. He pursed his lips together in a useless attempt to muffle his moan but he was heard. His shirt got pulled out of his trouser, unbuttoned completely. The same fingers ran down his waistline, making him move a little and close his legs once again. He wasn't getting turned on. Impossible.
He moan. Loud and clear. So clear that it made the man stop. It wasn't his fault. The moment he felt the tongue going all the way from his abdomen to his bellybutton, it just came out.
- Are you turned on? the question came with surprise.
- No..., he blushed really hard and he felt it because his face was suddenly hard.
He twitched and almost jumped up when he felt the hand touching his crotch. Well, not really, more like the material above it. He lifted his head up when the lips returned on his neck and began kissing him but quickly started moving around when the hand went under his pants and caught his crotch.
- Don't make noise. Don't worry..., the man told him.
- You said...you said you won't rape me..., Kazuya breathed out really quick.
- I'm not. I just can't leave you like this. Trust me.
Was it because he said to trust him or because of how his skin felt? The fingers were gentle, the kisses seemed full of care and even though one hand was now pumping his cock, nothing of it felt wrong.
The lips disappeared from his neck and then the sound of his zipper being pulled down was heard. Kazuya gasped hard and bit his lips just as hard when all of a sudden those lips enclosed on his manhood. He arched his body although he didn't plan to and moaned again. That hand on his cock, pumping him, that mouth on his cock, sucking and licking him, it all felt so good.
- Kidnap...kidnapper-san!! Kazuya breathed out almost in a shout as he felt himself getting near the edge.
- Yes? the voice was now concerned but closer to him.
It was back close to Kazuya's ears, back to sooth him and to make him believe it was going to be okay. The hand suddenly gripped harder around his cock and he arched again. He was about to moan, this time too
hard, too loud so just he released himself, he felt them.
Those lips. Big, plummy, soft and wet capturing his, keeping him from moaning out loud. So sweet. Kazuya felt dizzy. What was that feeling taking over him?
- Now look what you did..., the man chuckled a little.
Kazuya was about to ask what did he do when he felt a finger close to his mouth. He didn't even think twice before opening his mouth and taking them inside. His tongue was moving by itself, licking them thoroughly.
It felt cold. With his shirt opened, trousers and pants as well, it was supposed to be cold and yet he felt hot. His skin felt so hot, too hot to bear with it.
Soon, he landed back on the floor, spread on it but he still couldn't breathe normally. The man was buttoning his shirt again and his pants and trousers as well, but the heat just wouldn't go away. Those steps.... Kazuya hated them. Always moving away from him.
- Why...? he let out although he could feel himself chocking. Why are you nice to me?
- Because it seems your dad isn't, the reply came with a hint of sadness.
- He said no...didn't he? That's what you meant ...didn't you?
- I feel sorry for you, almost. Having a dad like that must be hell but even though I can sympathize, I can't go back on this.
- So you do this in exchange?
The door closed and Kazuya only sighed. So it was care out of pity.
Finally...after god knows how much time... he cried.
A/N: Happy New Year! Merry X-mas as well!!! I missed all because I didn't post anything. Please don't hate me. I've been slacking big time so now i'm trying to make up for it.
Love you >X