Strength, UruhaxAoi
Title: Strength
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Author: desastreparfait
Warnings: BDSM & a tinge of angst
Word Count: 638
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Aoi needed all his will power to convince himself that there was nothing delicate about the other, that there was no pleasure in this, that this was so very wrong...
Aoi's eyes snapped open, awoken by the familiar creak of the heavy wrought iron door that kept him caged in this forbidding place like a trapped animal. He didn't dare look up, for he already knew the person who had entered. He knew if he did, he would see that same beautiful face, with feminine features, but not soft enough to be a woman's.
It was him. Uruha. The one who encaged him in darkness; Nothing but torture. Uruha casually walked over to Aoi, stopping just right in front of him. It was only that Aoi had looked up, glaring threateningly at the other man who stood before him. The other looked down at him, unfazed by the deathstare Aoi was giving him.
'What are you gonna do to me? Bite me?" That voice. Cold as ice. It sent shivers down Aoi's spine, but he had no right to answer. He could not even make a noise. He very well knew the consequences if he so much as gasped.
Aoi felt the same smooth hands, with their long slender fingers, lifting his own to the headboard of the bed, covered with dark red velvet sheets. Those all too familiar shackles clasped around his wrists, chained up. The cold, hard metal contrasting with the warm softness of the velvet. Uruha tugged experimentally on the restraints, making sure Aoi could not escape. Then again, Uruha thought, he wouldn't dare. He smiled. Not one out of joy of happiness, but raw pride, knowing that he was in control here.
"Open up.' Aoi did so, not out of obedience, instead out of fear. Almost instantly, he was gagged with that same filthy rag, covered in his own blood and sweat and saliva. He choked.
Then CRACK! White hot pain searing through his whole body. Uruha didn't even give him enough time to adjust and recover his ability to breathe again. Aoi winced, whimpering softly, but in strictly physical ways, he liked this, needed this. Needed to be dominated by someone, though he tried his utmost best to ignore it.
Another time. He felt so much like screaming, venting his frustration, but his makeshift gag kept him silent. In fact, it was almost suffocating him now. Each time the whip was brought down in swift, merciless strokes, Aoi choked. As he tried to cry out, he ended up making a strangled noise in his throat.
Suddenly, he felts the hands of his tormentor pulling on his hair, forcing his head up. Again, that elegant face, but the pure animalistic rage was visible in his cold eyes. Aoi needed all his will power to convince himself that there was nothing delicate about the other, that there was no pleasure in this, that this was so very wrong, everything about this was wrong. He mustered up the remaining fragments of his shattered nerves, staring straight into Uruha's eyes again. A silent act of defiance.
Uruha spoke again, "Aoi, please, get real. I'm in charge here. In control. The dominant one. And you're nothing but my pet. Mine." The last word came out as a whisper, and Aoi shuddered at that. He wanted so much to yell at the other man all sorts of profanity, giving him a good piece of his mind before beating up the other up so bad, but he knew Uruha was right, and all that came from him was another whimper.
Aoi felt Uruha undoing his restraints and removing his gag, before leaving, the door being shut, the lock outside clicking into place.
He hated this. He wasn't actually angry at anyone but himself. Torn between lust of flesh and the mindset of morality. How torturous it felt....
It was sweet depravity to Aoi, and it took all of his strength not to feel anything but pain from all of this.
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A/N: Urk. It's uber short. And I felt the storyline was skimpy. D:
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Author: desastreparfait
Warnings: BDSM & a tinge of angst
Word Count: 638
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Aoi needed all his will power to convince himself that there was nothing delicate about the other, that there was no pleasure in this, that this was so very wrong...
Aoi's eyes snapped open, awoken by the familiar creak of the heavy wrought iron door that kept him caged in this forbidding place like a trapped animal. He didn't dare look up, for he already knew the person who had entered. He knew if he did, he would see that same beautiful face, with feminine features, but not soft enough to be a woman's.
It was him. Uruha. The one who encaged him in darkness; Nothing but torture. Uruha casually walked over to Aoi, stopping just right in front of him. It was only that Aoi had looked up, glaring threateningly at the other man who stood before him. The other looked down at him, unfazed by the deathstare Aoi was giving him.
'What are you gonna do to me? Bite me?" That voice. Cold as ice. It sent shivers down Aoi's spine, but he had no right to answer. He could not even make a noise. He very well knew the consequences if he so much as gasped.
Aoi felt the same smooth hands, with their long slender fingers, lifting his own to the headboard of the bed, covered with dark red velvet sheets. Those all too familiar shackles clasped around his wrists, chained up. The cold, hard metal contrasting with the warm softness of the velvet. Uruha tugged experimentally on the restraints, making sure Aoi could not escape. Then again, Uruha thought, he wouldn't dare. He smiled. Not one out of joy of happiness, but raw pride, knowing that he was in control here.
"Open up.' Aoi did so, not out of obedience, instead out of fear. Almost instantly, he was gagged with that same filthy rag, covered in his own blood and sweat and saliva. He choked.
Then CRACK! White hot pain searing through his whole body. Uruha didn't even give him enough time to adjust and recover his ability to breathe again. Aoi winced, whimpering softly, but in strictly physical ways, he liked this, needed this. Needed to be dominated by someone, though he tried his utmost best to ignore it.
Another time. He felt so much like screaming, venting his frustration, but his makeshift gag kept him silent. In fact, it was almost suffocating him now. Each time the whip was brought down in swift, merciless strokes, Aoi choked. As he tried to cry out, he ended up making a strangled noise in his throat.
Suddenly, he felts the hands of his tormentor pulling on his hair, forcing his head up. Again, that elegant face, but the pure animalistic rage was visible in his cold eyes. Aoi needed all his will power to convince himself that there was nothing delicate about the other, that there was no pleasure in this, that this was so very wrong, everything about this was wrong. He mustered up the remaining fragments of his shattered nerves, staring straight into Uruha's eyes again. A silent act of defiance.
Uruha spoke again, "Aoi, please, get real. I'm in charge here. In control. The dominant one. And you're nothing but my pet. Mine." The last word came out as a whisper, and Aoi shuddered at that. He wanted so much to yell at the other man all sorts of profanity, giving him a good piece of his mind before beating up the other up so bad, but he knew Uruha was right, and all that came from him was another whimper.
Aoi felt Uruha undoing his restraints and removing his gag, before leaving, the door being shut, the lock outside clicking into place.
He hated this. He wasn't actually angry at anyone but himself. Torn between lust of flesh and the mindset of morality. How torturous it felt....
It was sweet depravity to Aoi, and it took all of his strength not to feel anything but pain from all of this.
(FIC ARCHIVE)
A/N: Urk. It's uber short. And I felt the storyline was skimpy. D: