Doll in Chains
Title: Doll in Chains
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixRukixUruha
Genre: PWP, AU, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, RAPE, character death, graphic sex, oral, barebacking, kidnapping, bondage, blood-play
Summary: Uruha's head was hurting badly, as if it had been struck with something. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing more than the same darkness he had been seeing mere seconds ago. He was sitting in some kind of a chair, he noticed. Where was he? How had he gotten there? In order to figure something out, he tried lifting his arms, only to find that they were bound tightly with some kind of rope. What was going on?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, they'd be busy having private concerts for me right now. Alas...
Comment: TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE. I mean it. Don't read unless you're sure you can handle it, I don't want anyone to have an emotional breakdown, because I've had them myself and it's not something I wish for anyone else. If you have any traumatic experiences related to rape, kidnapping or the likes, proceed with the utmost caution.
Darkness. Complete darkness. Nothing but thorough darkness. Nothing? Well, nothing but darkness, apart from a throbbing headache. Uruha's head was hurting badly, as if it had been struck with something. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing more than the same darkness he had been seeing mere seconds ago. He was sitting in some kind of a chair, he noticed. Where was he? How had he gotten there? In order to figure something out, he tried lifting his arms, only to find that they were bound tightly with some kind of rope. What was going on?
As his eyes adjusted slightly to the dark, Uruha could see that he was in a rather plain room. Four walls, a ceiling and a floor. He also discovered that his hands were tied behind the chair, preventing all means of escape. He wanted to scream, to cry out loudly, but he couldn't. Somehow, he didn't have the strength. Or maybe it was just the fear, not knowing what was there. Because there had to be something there, right? Something or someone who had brought him here and tied him to a chair. Most likely the culprit was also responsible for the cutting pain in his head.
Something moved. Or was it just his imagination? No, he was quite sure there had been movement in the room, even when his vision was so blurry. There it was again. The next thing he knew, a dark figure approached him. It made no sound, it just moved slowly towards the chair. Uruha looked up, trying to figure out what, or rather who, the figure was. Even in the dark, Uruha could see it was a man, and that he was quite handsome. Black and red hair lay neatly around his head, and his bangs almost reached his eyes, covering his eyebrows completely.
The man smirked at him, and Uruha was more than sure that this was the guy who had knocked him across the head and dragged him here. “Who are you?” Uruha whispered, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights. The shorter man chuckled darkly and took another step towards the chair. “You can call me Ruki” he said, flashing a pearl-white smirk, causing Uruha's breath to hitch.
Wasting no time, Ruki approached his defenceless hostage, dragging his nails along the bared chest he found. So he had been rude enough to strip Uruha of his t-shirt as well. How far was this guy willing to go? And for what? The words came out before Uruha could think better of it. “What do you want from me?” Ruki grinned, a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat envious. But he didn't answer. A man of few words, Uruha assumed, and immediately regretted it. Being tied to a chair in what looked like a storage room, your head aching, some weird but unquestionably hot guy violating your chest with his nails and on top of it all mentally debating whether or not the guy was talkative or even social was not normal.
Add the fact that Ruki was now licking his jaw, and you had a wonderfully awkward situation. “Will you stop that?” It was a perfectly sane and understandable question. He could fall into a fantasy about chairs and assumptions later, now was the time to ask questions. And without waiting for an answer to his first one, Uruha asked a new one. “Where am I?”
“So impatient... Why don't you just shut it, lean back and enjoy?” Blunt. A man of few words and awfully blunt. And Uruha would have slapped himself for even saying that in his head if his arms weren't immobile and currently being caressed by bloody nails. Bloody? Uruha opened his eyes to stare at his chest. Yep, that was his blood. He wondered what was odder, the fact that he was bleeding or the fact that he hadn't realized it, not felt the pain. In a weak attempt to justify it, he claimed he was still dizzy, something getting your head hit normally did to you. Or maybe Ruki had drugged him. Uruha looked him up and down. He didn't exactly come across as a harmless guy, and drugging him didn't seem past Ruki in any way.
Uruha had to swallow a moan as a hand rubbed his groin. He was not going to moan now. He could do many things, scream, cry, faint... all good options, and he considered the last one. But he wouldn't moan. Not even when Ruki was so damn good at distracting him with his groping. And fuck it, Ruki was good. And he could question the logics later, but Uruha was getting aroused. Much too aroused for his own liking.
Ruki snickered, biting at his captive's earlobe. “Having fun?” The question was more whispered than asked, really, and Uruha wasn't sure if he was expected to answer or not. It seemed ridiculous, answering someone who had just hit you in the head and kidnapped you if you were having fun or not. But apparently, today was the day for ridiculous things, and Uruha's answer was spat out much too quickly for his own liking. “Not really.”
A cruel laugh filled the room, followed by the words “We'll see about that.” It was then that reality hit Uruha. Here he was, half naked and tied to a chair in a room he had never seen before. Not only that, there was also what appeared to be a mentally diseased man sitting in his lap, licking his earlobe and massaging the front of his pants. As soon as that realization hit him, Uruha started screaming. He wanted to scream for his dear life, but was cut short by a pair of lips. And a tongue. A very good tongue, to be quite honest. But no matter how good Ruki was at violating Uruha's mouth, it still irritated him because he wanted to just get the heck out of there. And was that the slight metallic taste of blood? Oh no...
Squirming under the boundaries, Uruha tried to turn his head away, only to find a hand gripping his hair, holding him still. When Ruki finally pulled away to allow them to breathe, Uruha started whimpering. “Let me go...”
“Why would I? I'm having a blast. And it doesn't seem like you hate it, either.” And as if his words didn't prove his point, he gave Uruha's groin a squeeze, smirking evilly before standing up from the chair. But before Uruha could even hope the nutjob would finally release him, Ruki sank to his knees in front of the chair.
And not even Uruha was stupid enough to not know what that meant. He knew very well, but had realized by now that it was pointless resisting. Therefore, he just sat and watched as Ruki removed his belt and pulled his pants down. Then followed his underwear, and it was official. Uruha was now fully naked, and equally hard. The fact didn't seem to pass Ruki by, and Uruha would have sworn he heard him snicker before diving in between his thighs.
“Oh fuck-” Not one of the more intelligent phrases he had uttered in his life, but Uruha thought it was a sensible thing to say. Because heck, as good as Ruki had been at rubbing or kissing, this couldn't be compared. It was pure bliss, and it rendered Uruha completely speechless within seconds. He felt everything, every little swipe of tongue the other gave him, every suck or lick, every brush of teeth, and it was making his blood boil.
“Having fun without me?” It took Uruha a couple of seconds to realize something was wrong. He was positively sure he hadn't said anything, and when he looked down between his legs, Ruki's tongue was too busy for him to possibly could have spoken. Did that mean... they weren't alone?
Uruha twisted his head to the left, and he almost screamed when he saw a dark figure standing next to him. But just then, Ruki dipped his tongue into the slit, and any words Uruha had in his mind were reduced to a string of incoherent moaning. A dark chuckle reached his ears. “Ruki is quite good at sucking, isn't he? I promise you, we'll make you feel so good you'll explode.” And for some odd reason, Uruha didn't doubt it. How could he, when he was finding it harder to breathe, much less think, with every suck he received from Ruki.
But the pleasure ceased as Ruki pulled away, turning towards the newly arrived man. “Why don't you get him out of that chair so we can have some fun, Aoi?” Ruki didn't get a reply, the other man, apparently named Aoi, only grabbed his chin and tilted it upwards for a hungry kiss, and Uruha could see tongues snaking between them. When Aoi pulled away, he made his way to behind the chair Uruha was sitting in. He wrapped his arms around Uruha's chest and licked his earlobe, every word he whispered tickling his skin.
“I'm going to untie you now, but listen up. The only door to this room is locked. The walls are soundproof. If you try anything funny, we won't hesitate to knock you out and rape you while you're unconscious. Got it?” Uruha didn't really have anything better to do than nod, so that was what he settled for.
Obviously happy with the response, Aoi started to untie the ropes behind the chair. When he was done, Uruha rubbed his wrists, trying to get the blood back to his fingers. Barely a few seconds passed before he was thrown onto the floor, landing on his stomach with a grunt. As he tried to stand up, he felt a hand push his head down. “Don't move,” sounded the order by a voice Uruha recognized as Ruki's. That he was able to recognize his voice irritated him, but Uruha had long given up on thinking too hard about things, as that only made his headache worse. And then, the hand shoving his head roughly into the ground probably wasn't helping, either.
Uruha heard the clinking of a belt. Make that two belts. After some struggling, he managed to tilt his head so he could see what was going on behind him, and what he saw made him gasp. Both of his captors had undressed, and Ruki was leaning against the wall, moaning. The reason for his lewd sounds could be quite easily explained in three letters; Aoi. Better known as the man currently latched onto the Ruki's nipple, sucking and licking viciously, and Ruki bucked his hips, probably hoping to gain some friction. Aoi pulled away, and Uruha could see the smirk on his face at Ruki's disappointed sigh. “We mustn't forget our guest, Ru-chan.”
Uruha wouldn't have minded if they'd forgotten him. He would, in fact, be very happy. But, to Uruha's great distress, Ruki sighed once again and went to kneel in front of his head. Uruha looked up, just about to ask what was going on when he felt two wet fingers nudging his entrance.
Uruha guessed Aoi must have used saliva as a substitute for lube, meaning it would hurt quite a lot. Not that he'd expected this cruel duo to be gentle with him, but it still irritated him. He resented not having a bottle of lube in his pocket. From now on, he would always keep lube with him. Just in case.
Uruha's train of thought was cut off as Aoi shoved his fingers violently into him. He wriggled them around, and Uruha couldn't help but moan. It felt amazing, those fingers stretching and scissoring him. It wasn't long until a third digit was added, and Uruha whimpered. “Feels good?” Ruki chuckled, patting his head. Uruha was about to answer, but just then Aoi's fingers found a certain spot inside him that made him scream.
Ruki laughed eerily, and Uruha felt the fingers leave his ass. He tried to push his hips back, but Aoi grabbed them and held him in place. “Ruki...” The response came immediately, Ruki crawling over to Aoi. Uruha turned his head again, watching as Aoi shoved his cock into Ruki's willing mouth.
Uruha could feel his own erection twitching between his legs, but still didn't dare move. He could only watch Ruki lap at Aoi's cock, opening his mouth wide as Aoi thrust into him again and again. Uruha should be grateful, really. They were only providing him with lubrication, no matter how little or pathetic it was.
Soon after, Aoi pushed Ruki away, kneeling behind Uruha. “Ready?” Uruha shook his head. Aoi just snickered, pushing into Uruha slowly. Once he was buried to the hilt, he paused, whispering something to Ruki, and he jumped over to his previous position in front of Uruha's head.
Ruki sat on his knees, pushing his cock in Uruha's face. He shut his mouth tight, refusing to look into Ruki's eyes. “Suck him, slut” sounded Aoi's hoarse voice behind him, and he gripped Uruha's hair, forcing his head up. Uruha opened his mouth to scream, but nearly choked when Ruki shoved his cock in his mouth. “Good boy,” Aoi laughed, pulling out of Uruha before pushing back in. He started a quick and rough pace, grabbing Uruha's hips to hold him still. In the meantime, Ruki started thrusting in and out of his mouth, moaning out loud.
It was all too much for him. With the stimulation he got from Aoi pounding into him, added to the fact that he was sucking Ruki off, Uruha felt like he could burst from pleasure. He knew he was a good cocksucker, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. So he hollowed his cheeks, licked around the head and did everything he could to push the other over the edge. Uruha assumed if he was allowed to come at all, he probably wouldn't be first, so he might as well rush it, clenching his insides around Aoi.
Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sex, moaning, irregular breathing, slurping, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. While Uruha focused on pleasing his captors, pushing back when Aoi thrust forward and clenching down to hold him in, Ruki started to lose his rhythm, his movements becoming more and more frantic. He was breathing heavily at this point, and Aoi was no better off. Ruki was thrusting frantically, gripping Uruha's hair and pulling hard. Uruha purred around the flesh in his mouth, making Ruki scream. He raked his nails down Uruha's back, letting out a high-pitched moan as he came in Uruha's mouth, spilling his seed down his throat.
Uruha struggled to swallow as best he could. He heard Aoi chuckle breathlessly before he came as well, riding out his orgasm. Uruha collapsed on the ground, still very much aroused. “What's your name?” Aoi asked, turning Uruha around so he lay on his back. “Uruha.” “Do you want to come, Uruha?” Uruha nodded and turned his head to see where Ruki was, but he was out of sight.
For a split second, Uruha forgot all about Ruki, caught in pleasure as Aoi closed his fingers around his cock. “Beg for me, Uruha. Beg to come like the slut you are.” Despite the harsh words, Uruha's arousal only grew. Maybe he had been resistant to start with, but he was desperate to come now, and he turned pleading eyes to Aoi. “Please, touch me. Let me come.”
Then he spotted Ruki. He had been sitting to the side, but now he was coming to lean over Uruha. He looked into Ruki's eyes, silently begging him to just hurry up and do something. He barely caught the sight of a smirk on Ruki's face before their lips met. Uruha was expecting Ruki to be harsh and ruthless, but it seemed like this time he was actually trying to please Uruha. Every slide of lips was soft, every swipe of tongue careful, as if Ruki was attempting not to hurt the man he had only earlier been scraping up with his nails.
Then Uruha felt Aoi's hand moving, sliding up and down his cock slowly. He moaned in pleasure, arching his back as Aoi kept dragging his hand up and down Uruha's cock. Ruki pulled away from his mouth, latching his lips onto his nipple in stead. Then suddenly, Aoi twisted his hand and dug his thumb into the slit, and Uruha came with a high-pitched scream, coating his stomach in his come.
“What a good boy,” Aoi said, patting Uruha's head gently. Then Aoi's smile turned into a frown and he wrapped his hands tightly around Uruha's neck, squeezing the air out of him. “Too bad we can't keep you. You were a good cocksucker,” Ruki said, and Uruha panicked. Shit, they were going to kill him, weren't they?
After a minute or two, Uruha could feel his life slipping away from him, and his eyes rolled back into his skull. He tried to heave for breath, but he couldn't even move his head now. The last thing he heard before closed his eyelids and fell back against the hard floor was Ruki snickering and Aoi whispering into his ear; “Goodbye, doll.”
A/N: It's a very different writing style than I'm used to, and I'm not sure if I like it or not, but it was fun experimenting nonetheless. Now excuse me while I go flatter my Uruha-muse and try to make up for torturing him like this. I'm so sorry baby ;_;
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixRukixUruha
Genre: PWP, AU, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, RAPE, character death, graphic sex, oral, barebacking, kidnapping, bondage, blood-play
Summary: Uruha's head was hurting badly, as if it had been struck with something. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing more than the same darkness he had been seeing mere seconds ago. He was sitting in some kind of a chair, he noticed. Where was he? How had he gotten there? In order to figure something out, he tried lifting his arms, only to find that they were bound tightly with some kind of rope. What was going on?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, they'd be busy having private concerts for me right now. Alas...
Comment: TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE. I mean it. Don't read unless you're sure you can handle it, I don't want anyone to have an emotional breakdown, because I've had them myself and it's not something I wish for anyone else. If you have any traumatic experiences related to rape, kidnapping or the likes, proceed with the utmost caution.
Darkness. Complete darkness. Nothing but thorough darkness. Nothing? Well, nothing but darkness, apart from a throbbing headache. Uruha's head was hurting badly, as if it had been struck with something. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing more than the same darkness he had been seeing mere seconds ago. He was sitting in some kind of a chair, he noticed. Where was he? How had he gotten there? In order to figure something out, he tried lifting his arms, only to find that they were bound tightly with some kind of rope. What was going on?
As his eyes adjusted slightly to the dark, Uruha could see that he was in a rather plain room. Four walls, a ceiling and a floor. He also discovered that his hands were tied behind the chair, preventing all means of escape. He wanted to scream, to cry out loudly, but he couldn't. Somehow, he didn't have the strength. Or maybe it was just the fear, not knowing what was there. Because there had to be something there, right? Something or someone who had brought him here and tied him to a chair. Most likely the culprit was also responsible for the cutting pain in his head.
Something moved. Or was it just his imagination? No, he was quite sure there had been movement in the room, even when his vision was so blurry. There it was again. The next thing he knew, a dark figure approached him. It made no sound, it just moved slowly towards the chair. Uruha looked up, trying to figure out what, or rather who, the figure was. Even in the dark, Uruha could see it was a man, and that he was quite handsome. Black and red hair lay neatly around his head, and his bangs almost reached his eyes, covering his eyebrows completely.
The man smirked at him, and Uruha was more than sure that this was the guy who had knocked him across the head and dragged him here. “Who are you?” Uruha whispered, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights. The shorter man chuckled darkly and took another step towards the chair. “You can call me Ruki” he said, flashing a pearl-white smirk, causing Uruha's breath to hitch.
Wasting no time, Ruki approached his defenceless hostage, dragging his nails along the bared chest he found. So he had been rude enough to strip Uruha of his t-shirt as well. How far was this guy willing to go? And for what? The words came out before Uruha could think better of it. “What do you want from me?” Ruki grinned, a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat envious. But he didn't answer. A man of few words, Uruha assumed, and immediately regretted it. Being tied to a chair in what looked like a storage room, your head aching, some weird but unquestionably hot guy violating your chest with his nails and on top of it all mentally debating whether or not the guy was talkative or even social was not normal.
Add the fact that Ruki was now licking his jaw, and you had a wonderfully awkward situation. “Will you stop that?” It was a perfectly sane and understandable question. He could fall into a fantasy about chairs and assumptions later, now was the time to ask questions. And without waiting for an answer to his first one, Uruha asked a new one. “Where am I?”
“So impatient... Why don't you just shut it, lean back and enjoy?” Blunt. A man of few words and awfully blunt. And Uruha would have slapped himself for even saying that in his head if his arms weren't immobile and currently being caressed by bloody nails. Bloody? Uruha opened his eyes to stare at his chest. Yep, that was his blood. He wondered what was odder, the fact that he was bleeding or the fact that he hadn't realized it, not felt the pain. In a weak attempt to justify it, he claimed he was still dizzy, something getting your head hit normally did to you. Or maybe Ruki had drugged him. Uruha looked him up and down. He didn't exactly come across as a harmless guy, and drugging him didn't seem past Ruki in any way.
Uruha had to swallow a moan as a hand rubbed his groin. He was not going to moan now. He could do many things, scream, cry, faint... all good options, and he considered the last one. But he wouldn't moan. Not even when Ruki was so damn good at distracting him with his groping. And fuck it, Ruki was good. And he could question the logics later, but Uruha was getting aroused. Much too aroused for his own liking.
Ruki snickered, biting at his captive's earlobe. “Having fun?” The question was more whispered than asked, really, and Uruha wasn't sure if he was expected to answer or not. It seemed ridiculous, answering someone who had just hit you in the head and kidnapped you if you were having fun or not. But apparently, today was the day for ridiculous things, and Uruha's answer was spat out much too quickly for his own liking. “Not really.”
A cruel laugh filled the room, followed by the words “We'll see about that.” It was then that reality hit Uruha. Here he was, half naked and tied to a chair in a room he had never seen before. Not only that, there was also what appeared to be a mentally diseased man sitting in his lap, licking his earlobe and massaging the front of his pants. As soon as that realization hit him, Uruha started screaming. He wanted to scream for his dear life, but was cut short by a pair of lips. And a tongue. A very good tongue, to be quite honest. But no matter how good Ruki was at violating Uruha's mouth, it still irritated him because he wanted to just get the heck out of there. And was that the slight metallic taste of blood? Oh no...
Squirming under the boundaries, Uruha tried to turn his head away, only to find a hand gripping his hair, holding him still. When Ruki finally pulled away to allow them to breathe, Uruha started whimpering. “Let me go...”
“Why would I? I'm having a blast. And it doesn't seem like you hate it, either.” And as if his words didn't prove his point, he gave Uruha's groin a squeeze, smirking evilly before standing up from the chair. But before Uruha could even hope the nutjob would finally release him, Ruki sank to his knees in front of the chair.
And not even Uruha was stupid enough to not know what that meant. He knew very well, but had realized by now that it was pointless resisting. Therefore, he just sat and watched as Ruki removed his belt and pulled his pants down. Then followed his underwear, and it was official. Uruha was now fully naked, and equally hard. The fact didn't seem to pass Ruki by, and Uruha would have sworn he heard him snicker before diving in between his thighs.
“Oh fuck-” Not one of the more intelligent phrases he had uttered in his life, but Uruha thought it was a sensible thing to say. Because heck, as good as Ruki had been at rubbing or kissing, this couldn't be compared. It was pure bliss, and it rendered Uruha completely speechless within seconds. He felt everything, every little swipe of tongue the other gave him, every suck or lick, every brush of teeth, and it was making his blood boil.
“Having fun without me?” It took Uruha a couple of seconds to realize something was wrong. He was positively sure he hadn't said anything, and when he looked down between his legs, Ruki's tongue was too busy for him to possibly could have spoken. Did that mean... they weren't alone?
Uruha twisted his head to the left, and he almost screamed when he saw a dark figure standing next to him. But just then, Ruki dipped his tongue into the slit, and any words Uruha had in his mind were reduced to a string of incoherent moaning. A dark chuckle reached his ears. “Ruki is quite good at sucking, isn't he? I promise you, we'll make you feel so good you'll explode.” And for some odd reason, Uruha didn't doubt it. How could he, when he was finding it harder to breathe, much less think, with every suck he received from Ruki.
But the pleasure ceased as Ruki pulled away, turning towards the newly arrived man. “Why don't you get him out of that chair so we can have some fun, Aoi?” Ruki didn't get a reply, the other man, apparently named Aoi, only grabbed his chin and tilted it upwards for a hungry kiss, and Uruha could see tongues snaking between them. When Aoi pulled away, he made his way to behind the chair Uruha was sitting in. He wrapped his arms around Uruha's chest and licked his earlobe, every word he whispered tickling his skin.
“I'm going to untie you now, but listen up. The only door to this room is locked. The walls are soundproof. If you try anything funny, we won't hesitate to knock you out and rape you while you're unconscious. Got it?” Uruha didn't really have anything better to do than nod, so that was what he settled for.
Obviously happy with the response, Aoi started to untie the ropes behind the chair. When he was done, Uruha rubbed his wrists, trying to get the blood back to his fingers. Barely a few seconds passed before he was thrown onto the floor, landing on his stomach with a grunt. As he tried to stand up, he felt a hand push his head down. “Don't move,” sounded the order by a voice Uruha recognized as Ruki's. That he was able to recognize his voice irritated him, but Uruha had long given up on thinking too hard about things, as that only made his headache worse. And then, the hand shoving his head roughly into the ground probably wasn't helping, either.
Uruha heard the clinking of a belt. Make that two belts. After some struggling, he managed to tilt his head so he could see what was going on behind him, and what he saw made him gasp. Both of his captors had undressed, and Ruki was leaning against the wall, moaning. The reason for his lewd sounds could be quite easily explained in three letters; Aoi. Better known as the man currently latched onto the Ruki's nipple, sucking and licking viciously, and Ruki bucked his hips, probably hoping to gain some friction. Aoi pulled away, and Uruha could see the smirk on his face at Ruki's disappointed sigh. “We mustn't forget our guest, Ru-chan.”
Uruha wouldn't have minded if they'd forgotten him. He would, in fact, be very happy. But, to Uruha's great distress, Ruki sighed once again and went to kneel in front of his head. Uruha looked up, just about to ask what was going on when he felt two wet fingers nudging his entrance.
Uruha guessed Aoi must have used saliva as a substitute for lube, meaning it would hurt quite a lot. Not that he'd expected this cruel duo to be gentle with him, but it still irritated him. He resented not having a bottle of lube in his pocket. From now on, he would always keep lube with him. Just in case.
Uruha's train of thought was cut off as Aoi shoved his fingers violently into him. He wriggled them around, and Uruha couldn't help but moan. It felt amazing, those fingers stretching and scissoring him. It wasn't long until a third digit was added, and Uruha whimpered. “Feels good?” Ruki chuckled, patting his head. Uruha was about to answer, but just then Aoi's fingers found a certain spot inside him that made him scream.
Ruki laughed eerily, and Uruha felt the fingers leave his ass. He tried to push his hips back, but Aoi grabbed them and held him in place. “Ruki...” The response came immediately, Ruki crawling over to Aoi. Uruha turned his head again, watching as Aoi shoved his cock into Ruki's willing mouth.
Uruha could feel his own erection twitching between his legs, but still didn't dare move. He could only watch Ruki lap at Aoi's cock, opening his mouth wide as Aoi thrust into him again and again. Uruha should be grateful, really. They were only providing him with lubrication, no matter how little or pathetic it was.
Soon after, Aoi pushed Ruki away, kneeling behind Uruha. “Ready?” Uruha shook his head. Aoi just snickered, pushing into Uruha slowly. Once he was buried to the hilt, he paused, whispering something to Ruki, and he jumped over to his previous position in front of Uruha's head.
Ruki sat on his knees, pushing his cock in Uruha's face. He shut his mouth tight, refusing to look into Ruki's eyes. “Suck him, slut” sounded Aoi's hoarse voice behind him, and he gripped Uruha's hair, forcing his head up. Uruha opened his mouth to scream, but nearly choked when Ruki shoved his cock in his mouth. “Good boy,” Aoi laughed, pulling out of Uruha before pushing back in. He started a quick and rough pace, grabbing Uruha's hips to hold him still. In the meantime, Ruki started thrusting in and out of his mouth, moaning out loud.
It was all too much for him. With the stimulation he got from Aoi pounding into him, added to the fact that he was sucking Ruki off, Uruha felt like he could burst from pleasure. He knew he was a good cocksucker, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. So he hollowed his cheeks, licked around the head and did everything he could to push the other over the edge. Uruha assumed if he was allowed to come at all, he probably wouldn't be first, so he might as well rush it, clenching his insides around Aoi.
Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sex, moaning, irregular breathing, slurping, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. While Uruha focused on pleasing his captors, pushing back when Aoi thrust forward and clenching down to hold him in, Ruki started to lose his rhythm, his movements becoming more and more frantic. He was breathing heavily at this point, and Aoi was no better off. Ruki was thrusting frantically, gripping Uruha's hair and pulling hard. Uruha purred around the flesh in his mouth, making Ruki scream. He raked his nails down Uruha's back, letting out a high-pitched moan as he came in Uruha's mouth, spilling his seed down his throat.
Uruha struggled to swallow as best he could. He heard Aoi chuckle breathlessly before he came as well, riding out his orgasm. Uruha collapsed on the ground, still very much aroused. “What's your name?” Aoi asked, turning Uruha around so he lay on his back. “Uruha.” “Do you want to come, Uruha?” Uruha nodded and turned his head to see where Ruki was, but he was out of sight.
For a split second, Uruha forgot all about Ruki, caught in pleasure as Aoi closed his fingers around his cock. “Beg for me, Uruha. Beg to come like the slut you are.” Despite the harsh words, Uruha's arousal only grew. Maybe he had been resistant to start with, but he was desperate to come now, and he turned pleading eyes to Aoi. “Please, touch me. Let me come.”
Then he spotted Ruki. He had been sitting to the side, but now he was coming to lean over Uruha. He looked into Ruki's eyes, silently begging him to just hurry up and do something. He barely caught the sight of a smirk on Ruki's face before their lips met. Uruha was expecting Ruki to be harsh and ruthless, but it seemed like this time he was actually trying to please Uruha. Every slide of lips was soft, every swipe of tongue careful, as if Ruki was attempting not to hurt the man he had only earlier been scraping up with his nails.
Then Uruha felt Aoi's hand moving, sliding up and down his cock slowly. He moaned in pleasure, arching his back as Aoi kept dragging his hand up and down Uruha's cock. Ruki pulled away from his mouth, latching his lips onto his nipple in stead. Then suddenly, Aoi twisted his hand and dug his thumb into the slit, and Uruha came with a high-pitched scream, coating his stomach in his come.
“What a good boy,” Aoi said, patting Uruha's head gently. Then Aoi's smile turned into a frown and he wrapped his hands tightly around Uruha's neck, squeezing the air out of him. “Too bad we can't keep you. You were a good cocksucker,” Ruki said, and Uruha panicked. Shit, they were going to kill him, weren't they?
After a minute or two, Uruha could feel his life slipping away from him, and his eyes rolled back into his skull. He tried to heave for breath, but he couldn't even move his head now. The last thing he heard before closed his eyelids and fell back against the hard floor was Ruki snickering and Aoi whispering into his ear; “Goodbye, doll.”
A/N: It's a very different writing style than I'm used to, and I'm not sure if I like it or not, but it was fun experimenting nonetheless. Now excuse me while I go flatter my Uruha-muse and try to make up for torturing him like this. I'm so sorry baby ;_;