Addictive Obsession ~ Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Second Scent ~ Poison
Something was different lately. Jin felt restless these days and the thought that something he isn’t aware of happened only scared him more. It was weird to feel this way because he couldn’t remember the last time he felt he needed something and he didn’t know what. Maybe it was when he was young and he didn’t know that life can be like this - free, without worry and with everyone trying to please you.
Jin wasn’t that important and he knew that. He just controlled a few things in his area and had a few loyal people. More than enough people - would say some, but Jin didn’t think so. He wasn’t really impressed with what he could do because he knew there are others like him. Others that have much more power than him. That’s why he preferred to be realistic and say that he’s just one guy in the billions of them. The others usually like the thought and it makes them trust Jin more easily.
It’s their own fault when they go down because of that.
Even so, Jin was now feeling restless. Something was wrong and he couldn’t point what. This feeling started a couple of days ago but nothing special happened then, from what Jin could remember. It was just his usual day - getting money, beating someone, annoying some others and fucking a whore. Nothing different here.
A whore… Jin had to admit that the boy had impressed him - one way or another - and this fact said a lot about the young man that managed to catch Jin’s interest. It was obvious that he’s used to sell his body for money and that his little and tight hole had been the paradise for a lot of men, but what intrigued Jin was his personality. Even if his body didn’t belong to him anymore, the boy was more than arrogant. He was sure of himself, he knew that he’s gorgeous and he was an expert to use this in his own advantage. He was needy but he knew how to satisfy a man, he knew where to touch and how. It made Jin go crazy just thinking about him.
He was a good fuck, Jin admitted. And if he’d have the chance, he’d sleep with the boy again. And again. Making him his until the younger man loses his mind and forgets everything but Jin. To make him scream until he loses his voice and falls back into the comfort of Jin’s arms. And his dick, but he wasn’t that insensitive to mention it.
But how? Jin didn’t know his name, not to mention his number or his address. He didn’t know anything about the boy, just the fact that he wants to see him again and to bury into his warm hole once more.
He picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number he already knew by heart.
“I need you to find someone.”
*
It has been a week and he couldn’t get a hold of it. He was growing desperate and everyone around him could see that, though no one would make a fuss over it. Not because they didn’t want to, but because he would flee the moment someone approached him. Kazuya hated when someone fussed over him, hated when he had to answer to pointless question. So better avoid than have to deal with them. But still his need was in full bloom and he had to do something to ease it. Again, he would have to hit random clubs and sick men. He always chose men not because he was gay, but because you could find everywhere a man that swung that way, either he recognized it or not. And this way, his work was half done; he just needed to support the pain and the little pleasure that would have come after he’d hit on them. And the money would come flying and he’d forget of what happened quickly in a spin of bliss and ecstasy.
Kazuya entered the club, dressed in a leather jacket and some black and ripped jeans. He was wearing a white T-shirt underneath and he had glasses - for sight! - on. He looked around, observing the dancing people, the raising smog that filled the club and he blended with them. He let the music take control of his body while his mind remained alert for his next prey. He soon got the attention of mostly everyone surrounding him, smirking in the dizzy lights. He would roll his hips, he would throw his head back, he would lick his lips and he would touch himself - and so, everyone got weak in the knees waiting for a glance of his. He knew what to show, what to imply through his actions and that’s how he could pick on someone. Letting his glasses slip a little, he peered above them and looked at the man that had been lost for a few moments looking at him. Kazuya never took notice of the girls, no. Because they would fall in love and they would get hurt; he wasn’t going to do any of this. He just wanted money and men were ‘free’ enough to lose themselves for a night and never care the following day. He continued to sway his body, slow moves followed quickly by rough shakes and twists of hips. He was close to the man he had picked and like a natural talent he swirled and faked his fall at the man’s feet. He counted to five before looking up and apologizing with a shy smile. He was breathing heavy and his lips were slightly parted. He licked them quickly and his eyes flickered behind the glasses as he saw the man being distracted by the movement. He raised himself and with a silent bow, Kazuya turned to leave. Barely making two steps and his wrist got caught by a rough hand stopping him. He looked back with fake surprise and inquiring eyes.
The man was sweaty enough for Kazuya to know what was going inside his mind. He simply smirked and turned to him, gluing his body to his. He was a bit chubby around the waist for his taste, but he looked like he had lots of money. He began to move slowly, thrusting his hips a little, meeting the other’s pelvis. He got close to his face and blew out a whisper that got lost in the loud music of the club; but the soft touch of it remained. He felt big hands on his waist and roughly holding it tight, making Kazuya’s body go up and down, letting him know of the man’s erection. How quick, the boy thought ironically and almost wanting to turn away. But his need roared greatly in his body and he realized that he had to go through it until the end. He smiled at the man and let his body do the talk.
Soon, he was being led through the dancing crowd towards the exit, only to find out that it was blocked by someone.
The man that had got in their way was smirking, his eyes glowing with a little hint of tease and delight to see Kazuya again - even if it was just a coincidence. He was leaning on the door, keeping it closed with his back and not letting anyone to go in or out the club. He looked at the boy, frowning when he saw his hand being held by another man. He snorted annoyed and rolled his eyes, angered by Kazuya’s choice for that night. He had thought that the younger had at least better taste than this fat guy.
“Fancy meeting you here.” He said looking in Kazuya’s brown orbs and sending threatening glances to his ‘partner’.
He didn’t remember the face, but since Kazuya doesn’t remember much from his clubbing nights, he chose to ignore the guy and dashed forward, dragging the other man with him. When he saw that the person blocking the exit didn’t move at all, he arched a thin eyebrow annoyed.
“You’re in the way.” He said and tried to push open the door.
“So it seems.” the other replied, copying Kazuya’s move, but seeming more amused now.
“Guess we’ll have to go through the back door.” The boy turned to the man who looked embarrassed to be seen into such a situation. “The door here seems to be locked.” He added with a subtle irony and turned the opposite way, his hand still holding onto the other’s.
But he wasn’t allowed to make not even one step, because the newcomer caught him by his free arm and swirled Kazuya around to face him once again, forcing the other man to let go of Kazuya’s hand. The newcomer smirked and grabbed the younger by his waist, bringing Kazuya closer to him.
“I don’t think you really understand your situation.” he said with a tint of jealousy in his voice.
“Which is?” Kazuya answered calm, although his blood was boiling. Surely this night was going to be another fail and he would have to wait for another day for supplying his need.
“That you are my prisoner and that you can’t escape from me.” the other gently whispered at his ear, his hands lowering by themselves and pinching Kazuya’s ass.
Now this was crazy. Not the pinching, but the situation the man just described. He was no one’s prisoner, less unable to escape from someone. But just to be sure, he wanted to check the other’s madness and having fun while being at it. He couldn’t deny that the other’s closeness got his interest perked up or that his body got sizzled by it.
“I think you got the wrong person.” Kazuya said back, the same as him - with a whisper close to his ear. He made once again an attempt to release himself from the man, but the other just tightened his hold.
“Nope, I don’t think so.” he answered on a cheerful voice, his eyes glowing like a child’s. “It’s you I want to fuck tonight.” he continued, his voice lowering a bit to send a blow on Kazuya’s cheek, but still loud enough so that the third man - that was now staring at them - could take a hint and fuck off.
The other man fled before Kazuya could say a word and he turned with an angry pout to the man who was holding tight on him. He had a vague idea of whom he might be, but he couldn’t care the less. Because he didn’t sleep with the same person twice.
“Right now.” the dark haired man added, grinding his hips to Kazuya’s and swaying their bodies to the music’s rhythm.
“It may be, but you won’t get it.” Kazuya retorted but nevertheless he began to move with him, lifting his hips up and down, arousing the other one. “By the way… your name?” he asked on a purring voice before licking the man’s earlobe.
“Hmm…” he mumbled appreciatively, letting himself seduced. “I’m Jin.” he said, closing his eyes and letting his body glue to the younger’s while his hands were silently lifting his shirt and slipping inside it to caress his soft skin. “You?”
Kazuya shivered at the touch and tried to keep his mind clear, not letting it be fogged by the passion’s whispers. He grabbed Jin’s hand, stopping it from going any further while he moved back a little and smiled to him. He could notice when someone was beginning to be infatuated with him, he had seen them for a while. So Kazuya chose to play his best card.
He closed the distance between them again and directed Jin’s hand and brought it on his abs and trapping it between their grinding bodies. He moved his own down to Jin’s body, playful fingers tapping around his belt and teasing the skin he uncovered by a simple swift of the cloth’s material. He thrust his pelvis back and forward with a sway of the hips. Biting on his lower lip, he grinned at Jin.
“My name is not that important.” He replied, cupping the back of Jin’s neck, his hand climbing slowly through his dark mane. “But, nice to meet you, Jin.” He added, crushing his mouth against the other’s.
He slipped his teasing tongue inside the man’s hot cavern, swirling around his and inviting it to an intimate dance. Their lips were brushing against each other, teeth clashing a bit in the heat of the kiss. He thrust deeper, asking for more as Jin’s taste maddened him. He was demanding and possessive, he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Also he enjoyed having Jin answer to his passion with the same magnitude, shaking each cell in his body. His tongue was like a lash of fire that entered and exited his mouth, battling with his own and making him feel the bittersweet taste of defeat. He broke the kiss not before biting hard Jin’s lower lip, bruising it.
“Now… this was something important.” Kazuya replied amused, his eyes dancing with delight and lust.
“Definitely.” Jin agreed on a hoarse voice, grinning at the younger after. He immediately pouted and for a brief second, he glared at Kazuya. “I hate you because you don’t want to tell me your name.” he sulked like a child and looked at Kazuya with puppy eyes. His expression changed again and Jin was now smirking deviously. “But I can deal with that.” he added and he brought his lips to trap Kazuya’s again, starting to move in the same time. He didn’t need to see where he was going, his feet already knew by heart the way that he had walked on so many times.
His only problem was how to undress Kazuya faster.
Jin’s swing moods worried him for a few seconds but this was long forgotten the moment they kissed again. It had a different feeling, Kazuya could tell. This one was more ravishing, more demanding and also, stranger. What was strange, he couldn’t exactly tell, but he realized that Jin really wanted him and he won’t give up until he had Kazuya. As they bumped into people, never breaking their kiss, soon they reached a door and pushed it open. As he heard the click, Kazuya drifted from Jin quickly and looked around. Safe, he thought as he observed the bathroom they had arrived in. He turned his gaze back to Jin who seemed to want to jump on him. The image was amusing yet arousing, as Kazuya could feel his own body react to the other’s desire. He touched his lips, smiling, and with a finger he called Jin to him.
The man obeyed, trashing Kazuya onto the wall with a deaf bump and small moan from the boy. He claimed his lips, licking and biting them as he never got to taste them enough. His tongue plunged deep and asked for more, wanting to know every bit of Kazuya’s mouth. Also, his hands were pinning the boy to the wall, slipping his leg between his and pushing it up to his groin. He felt a bit of saliva sliding down Kazuya’s mouth corner and he hurried to lick it as if it was precious. The younger moaned in the kiss and tried to free himself, also wanting to touch and to feel.
He managed to do so and he slipped his hand under Jin’s shirt, scratching his skin and climbing up to his nipple, teasing it with his thumb, hardening it. He smirked when he heard Jin hold his breath as he pinched it hard and bit his tongue a bit. He began to suck it slowly, circling with his own tongue and grazing it with his teeth. He took Jin’s hands to his bottom and urged the man to hold him as he lifted himself to encircle his waist, now his groin pressing against Jin’s. The other one groaned in frustration and groped more Kazuya’s ass cheeks, pulling him more closer, as if he wanted to have the two of them melted into one.
“If you keep on kissing me, you’ll never get me undressed.” Kazuya whispered chuckling maliciously when he saw Jin snap his head back to look at him with lust written all over his face.
“Make me.” Jin replied, slipping his hand into Kazuya’s pants, groping his ass while his fingers teased his hole, wanting to enter it but retracting when he felt Kazuya shiver from the contact.
This wasn’t the reply he wanted, but it didn’t really matter. Kazuya purred into his ear words that would indeed make him undress him.
“You can touch more… you can feel more… you can have me naked under you on a cold floor while filling the room’s wall with my moans of pleasure and yours of release. You can taste my body how you want without a fucking layer between your mouth and my skin.” Kazuya breathed slowly, his lips close to Jin’s. “You can see me submitting to you, have me writhing under you while you fill me up and let me have a part of you while you have all of me.” He licked the lips in front of him, the tip of tongue teasing them. “But only if you undress me.” And he looked down at clothes still on him.
He was definitely born to make him crazy, to push him until his limits have all broke down and he knew no more of him. He grabbed Kazuya’s jacket and tossed it on the floor immediately, pulling his shirt off him landing on the same spot as the jacket. The boy had been smirking all the time now, those red lips curved in the cruelest smile, maddening him even more. Kazuya fingered Jin to approach him, swaying his body more to Jin’s arousal. He titled his head to the left wearing a teasing expression while exposing his neck and inviting a slow touch of the lips and teeth. Jin stretched his hand towards Kazuya, grabbing his hair tightly while devouring his mouth with passion raging through all his body. The boy shuddered as Jin touched his neck with his long fingers, tracing the blue line that had his blood running like wild. He soon left his lips and went down his chin, biting it not before passing his tongue over it as if to soothe. He lowered a bit so now his lips were kissing Kazuya’s neck, sucking on the burning skin. He felt his hand gripping tightly on his shoulder as he dug his teeth into the flesh leaving fresh red marks. He then bit on his collarbone making the boy arch under him, a sweet moan escaping his lips. The sound echoed inside of him, shaking every inch of his reason and losing himself in the other man’s arms, scent, taste and everything he was.
He had him almost naked, as his hands fastened the belt, only the jeans to be in their way. But he sensed Kazuya’s discomfort when he tried to go further so he searched his eyes, looking for an answer. He didn’t know when he became like this, asking someone permission to fuck him. But the boy that was shamelessly touching him, breathing him and engulfing with his scent had a particular thing that made him forget who he was and how he normally behaved. He felt somewhere that a new feeling had been born - that of subordination, of submitting to someone’s will.
Kazuya looked at Jin and bit on his lower lip, pulling the older man closer to him just enough to feel the rough sensation of clothes against his bare skin. It aroused him and as he licked his lips, kissed Jin once more, their tongues intertwining with each other, slurping sounds and moaning being heard. He traced with his fingers his neck, feeble touches that made the older man want more leaving him in anguish as Kazuya went down and clasped his hand around his as if holding it. He grabbed his other hand, feeling that even their hands intertwined seemed to make love as their fingers would touch and crush onto each other, becoming sweaty into the process. The younger parted from Jin and with an expression of pure lust and sadistic thoughts, he took his belt circling it around Jin’s hands.
“Let me show you how it’s done…” Kazuya whispered and changed their position, the one being pinned to the wall now being Jin, not before tying the man with his removed belt onto a pipe. A little bit rough, Kazuya thought as he saw the man grimace a little, but with a delusional kiss he erased the discomfort, promising a lot later. He slipped a sweaty finger through his shirt, twisting the buttons until his shirt fell to his sides. He spread his palm above Jin’s beating heart and dug his fingers in that hot and pulsing skin.
Jin looked at him, his eyes full of lust and passion engulfing him. He lifted an eyebrow watching the younger man doing his thing, curiosity being the only thing he could be aware of. That and maybe the growing desire to know the boy better, to lick his whole body and feel him tremble in his arms when he comes screaming his name. It wasn’t enough. Kazuya’s touches only made him lose his mind. His fingers on his body gave Jin a feeling of satisfaction and pleasure, his every pore screaming for more. More touches, more kisses, more of him until he couldn’t take it anymore and breaks down. He grunt and let his head fall back enjoying every beat of the sensations the boy offered to him.
Kazuya lowered his head and sucked upon his collarbone feeling the other man shuddering greatly. Maybe a weak spot? Better explore it fully, the younger thought and grazed with his teeth, soothed with his lips and licked with his tongue. His thumb went and teased the already hardened nipple, pinching it a bit until a moan escaped from Jin’s lips.
Jin couldn’t have suppressed that, not if he wanted to; because Kazuya had found a weak point of his and he took advantage of it. He wanted to grab onto the boy, to mess with his hair and body, but being tied as he was, there was little possibility. He could only struggle a little, shuddering even more as the boy put pressure in his bits and his collarbone never felt so abused as now. It was a new feeling enjoying the torture the younger offered him; it was driving him crazy; right down to hell and straight back to heaven.
Kazuya let his hand slip slowly hovering around his waist, playfully and teasingly skimming over the skin. His mouth moved now to the empty place that kept on beating harder and harder as desire gushed into him like sea bit into shore. Kazuya traced with his tongue a line biting slowly and placing softly yet killing kisses. He looked up to find Jin staring at him through a desire’s web, his lips parted and his breath heavy. A smirk flourished on his already occupied lips. He continued on going down, his tongue, though chill, left burning spots on Jin’s body. He bit into the soft skin; one of the jeans’ buttons snapping with a loud noise while Jin held his breath loudly then let it out with a hiss. He lowered himself even more, licking Jin’s skin until his tongue met his boxers. He didn’t stop there and with a smirk, he slipped his tongue beyond the black underwear, the tip of it continuing to tease and to drive Jin on the edge. Finally, Kazuya’s hands slowly took down his boxers, his breath caressing Jin’s manhood as he gently uncovered it bit by bit. He looked up and stuck out his tongue before lowering it over its head, licking it slowly and teasingly.
And without notice, Kazuya rose up, quickly gathering his shirt and jacket. With a devilish smile he looked at a dumbfounded and aroused Jin, his eyes slowly traveling from toe to head, stopping a little with a grin at Jin’s hardened and wanting member. With a flicker of his fingers, he waved good bye not before saying:
“I said you won’t be getting any.” His soft laugh echoed into the bathroom’s walls. “By the way, my name is Kazuya. Nice to meet you.” And with that, he left the room and disappeared into the dancing crowd.
It took a few seconds for Jin to finally react, his brain slowly managing to keep up the pace with what happened. His howl of anger roared in the bathroom and upon learning the boy’s name, it was the first thing he shouted.
“Kazuya!!!”
He knew that this name would be engraved on him and it will never rinse. He began to swing up and forward, trying to get free, hurting his wrists in the process, but he didn’t even realize it. His anger was too much, controlling him like the passion and desire did before when Kazuya was still with him. Remembering the way that boy tricked him, he howled once more, his anger being now at its peak.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!! Do you hear me?!”
He shouted once more, aware and more angered by the fact that the music was too loud and no one could hear him. He pulled once more, finally breaking free from the fucking tied knot and he exited the bathroom, trying in his hurry to look a bit more presentable. He looked around him, his eyes making him look like a wild animal that just lost his control. He blended with the crowd trying to search for his little whore but not succeeding. With a loud growl, he made his way to a table and grabbed a bottle of vodka gobbling it down. He threw the bottle in the middle of the dance floor, scaring the people who tried to run away, but not really caring.
“You’re going to pay and I promise you that.” Were his final words before returning to the bathroom. He grabbed a girl, mostly unwillingly, and not really paying attention to her and shoved her into the room. He had an unfinished job to take care of.
*
The morning was always a relief to him. It was the only time when he could smile happily and say that it’s worth living. Because the morning chased away the nightmares and his despicable self. He could forget about what he was doing, about his deep need and his insane and sick self. He never wanted to admit, but he despised himself for the way he behaved when night fell. And though he was the only one to blame for having such a vicious self, it was so much easier to blame others and his past. After all, he was a victim in this whole situation. And he still loved mornings the best.
Kazuya looked out the window letting the sun rays caress his skin and a lazy smile spread on his lips. He stretched his arms, surprised to sense no pain as he usually did after spending a night in a club. He yawned and curled as a cat under his blankets wishing to spend his day like that, bathed in the sun’s light and surrounded by the birds’ song. But he wasn’t allowed as the memories of last night slowly crept on him, reminding him about the close escape he had managed to do. He shuddered at the memory of that sudden passion and desire, realizing that if he kept on doing things like that, he might seriously get hurt in the process.
He dismissed the alarm bell that kept ringing in his head and he promised to not visit that club anymore. At least, it wasn’t the only one, was it? Kazuya got off from the bed, ruffling his already messed hair while yawning some more. He checked the schedule pinned above his desk and he smiled seeing he still had time until classes began.
Oh, right. Kamenashi Kazuya was a student at Psychology, a top one nonetheless, was living alone and was really popular. He excelled at almost every subject from his year, his exam results being at the top from all college. He wasn’t lacking anything perhaps money, but he managed pretty well. He was well liked and known between the other students - especially girls - who kind of idolatrized and envied him in the same time. He wasn’t cocky nor prideful, his attitude at college being kind of meek and quiet. Kazuya only spoke when needed to and he always gave the perfect answers, avoiding or increasing the others’ curiosity. It wasn’t like the younger didn’t have flaws or anything, it was just he kept them secret just for him and his friends’ ears.
Yes, he did have friends; ones that he cared about dearly although he always seemed to keep a safe distance, always precautious of something. He had his reasons, but no one ever asked though some did try to pry on this matter only to meet a silent and defensive wall starting to grow between him and Kazuya. Upon seeing that, the persuasive pry stopped and they could behave like normal friends once again.
“Hello?” Kazuya answered the phone that had been vibrating on the desk.
“Hey! Where are you?” a male voice could be heard at the end of the phone.
“Home. Why? Should I be somewhere now?” Kazuya yawned, looking in the mirror, now in the bathroom. He was a total mess and his eye bags were more visible now that he hadn’t got what he wanted last night.
“D’oh! You’re supposed to meet us… umm, in about ten minutes!” he heard the slight annoyance in the other’s tone.
“Oh, shit!” Kazuya murmured as he realized.
“Don’t tell me. You forgot.” His friend replied obviously displeased.
“I’m sorry, Koki!” the younger sincerely apologized getting just a tsk from his friend. “I don’t know what happened; it might’ve slipped my mind.” He added, regret in his tone. “Where are you?”
“At our usual place.” Koki answered with a sigh.
“I’ll be right there.” Kazuya quickly replied and wanted to hang up stopping when he heard his friend’s voice.
“Are you still going with those?” the low voice and the worry in it made Kazuya feel tensed and in defense.
“Don’t butt in again, Koki.” Was his reply, harsh as usual when it came to this.
“I see.” The man replied, giving up for the moment. “Then, see ya in a bit, okay?”
“Yeah.”
Kazuya hung up and looked at his reflection. His face was pale, his lips bruised and a bit swollen, his darkened eye bags obvious and his hair was a mess and maybe a little slimy. He turned on the cold water and splashed over his face, refreshing it a little. It felt stingy as the water hit his face and then slid down in droplets, making him look like he’s crying. He was definitely looking more alive now, but the tiredness and his usual need still clawed into his beautiful features.
Tonight he was definitely getting it.
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