(No) Regrets Warning: Non-con, Ikka/Yumi, Ikka/Kira
for bleachedblackk Valetines writing challenge
Prompt:
"Obsession"
thoughts obsess my days
thoughts possess me
that I must now obey
-- Lovesick for Mina by COF
Warning! Non-con
Pairings: Ikka/Yumi, Ikka/Kira
(No) Regrets
Ikkaku watched closely, watched far, watched secretly, watched openly. Stalked.
How could he help it? His virility called for it, called for an obsession with people cleaner than him; more worthy of heaven than him.
His path was bloodied over many times, with blood not only coming from the sliced neck of opponents or spilling guts, but off the blood and semen that ran together after sex.
Ikkaku was not a gentle lover.
Yumichika had learned that the hard way.
Little had he expected that day at the hot springs, just a relaxing moment and maybe an occasional friendly bickering. But instead of that he was surprised to meet eyes with a predator, eyes he remembered seeing in the men that possessed him body every night before Ikkaku, eyes he never thought he would see again. Even less from his companion.
His escape route had been seen and thwarted. Yumichika barely had the time to gasp as he hit the wet wooden floor, emptying his lungs of air, before his no-longer-virgin orifice was violated one more time. Yumichika's voice was still sweet as he screamed and panted and pleaded to be let go, released from the living nightmare than pressed against his back, tearing his insides open once more.
Ikkaku didn't appologize, not the next day, or the next day, or the next day. They had a silent agreement. Yumi could see Ikkaku's shame in his hung head and gait; Ikkaku could see the forgiveness in Yumichika's soft eyes and gentle voice.
It was not surprising that Ikkaku found himself a new target. The same prey over and over could only bore the hunter, and Yumichika fond himself feeling guilty for finding relief in the 3rd Division's lieutenant.
Pale, dainty, almost fragile and too soft-spoken for his own good. Again, Ikkaku began his watching, carefully avoiding the silver-haired captain. His efforts were unnoticed and unrewarded. Gin considered himself Kira's owner, and that was an unspoken rule, one that Ikkaku found that he had to obey or else.
A week after the treason, Ikkaku wasn't all that surprised to see the skinny blond crying to himself as he tried to drink into oblivion. Tried.
Izuru thought it was pity that the 3rd Seat would offer to take him home, unbeknownst to him, the older man had his own agenda.
Undoing his obi just seemed natural, sliding the clothes away from his cold skin also seemed so. Even up to the point were Ikkaku placed Kira's legs over his shoulder, Kira thought nothing of it until the pain seared through him.
A silent scream erupted from his creamy throat. He'd never imagined such physical pain, the greatest emotional hurt had already happened. Ikkaku was unrelenting and cruel, his grip bruising and his mouth vicious as he bit along the lieutenant's body, creating both visible and imvisible marks. Marks that Kira would still feel days later, whenever there was a brush against his skin, clothing or otherwise.
Ikkaku pushed and pulled harshly, his erection quickly going in and out of Izuru's body. Izuru trembled and jerked and cried for him to spot, but Ikkaku did not even slow down, not even when blood began trickling down those creamy thighs, staining the futon underneath.
By the time Ikkaku finished, the bond's lithe body was littered with kiss marks and bites, his legs and sheets smeared with red blood and cum. Ikkaku whipped himself and was thoughtful enough to leave a thin sheet over Izuru as the blond trembled.
He didn't say sorry. How could he? It was his nature, a man that always fought to the end. No regrets.
END
Prompt:
"Obsession"
thoughts obsess my days
thoughts possess me
that I must now obey
-- Lovesick for Mina by COF
Warning! Non-con
Pairings: Ikka/Yumi, Ikka/Kira
(No) Regrets
Ikkaku watched closely, watched far, watched secretly, watched openly. Stalked.
How could he help it? His virility called for it, called for an obsession with people cleaner than him; more worthy of heaven than him.
His path was bloodied over many times, with blood not only coming from the sliced neck of opponents or spilling guts, but off the blood and semen that ran together after sex.
Ikkaku was not a gentle lover.
Yumichika had learned that the hard way.
Little had he expected that day at the hot springs, just a relaxing moment and maybe an occasional friendly bickering. But instead of that he was surprised to meet eyes with a predator, eyes he remembered seeing in the men that possessed him body every night before Ikkaku, eyes he never thought he would see again. Even less from his companion.
His escape route had been seen and thwarted. Yumichika barely had the time to gasp as he hit the wet wooden floor, emptying his lungs of air, before his no-longer-virgin orifice was violated one more time. Yumichika's voice was still sweet as he screamed and panted and pleaded to be let go, released from the living nightmare than pressed against his back, tearing his insides open once more.
Ikkaku didn't appologize, not the next day, or the next day, or the next day. They had a silent agreement. Yumi could see Ikkaku's shame in his hung head and gait; Ikkaku could see the forgiveness in Yumichika's soft eyes and gentle voice.
It was not surprising that Ikkaku found himself a new target. The same prey over and over could only bore the hunter, and Yumichika fond himself feeling guilty for finding relief in the 3rd Division's lieutenant.
Pale, dainty, almost fragile and too soft-spoken for his own good. Again, Ikkaku began his watching, carefully avoiding the silver-haired captain. His efforts were unnoticed and unrewarded. Gin considered himself Kira's owner, and that was an unspoken rule, one that Ikkaku found that he had to obey or else.
A week after the treason, Ikkaku wasn't all that surprised to see the skinny blond crying to himself as he tried to drink into oblivion. Tried.
Izuru thought it was pity that the 3rd Seat would offer to take him home, unbeknownst to him, the older man had his own agenda.
Undoing his obi just seemed natural, sliding the clothes away from his cold skin also seemed so. Even up to the point were Ikkaku placed Kira's legs over his shoulder, Kira thought nothing of it until the pain seared through him.
A silent scream erupted from his creamy throat. He'd never imagined such physical pain, the greatest emotional hurt had already happened. Ikkaku was unrelenting and cruel, his grip bruising and his mouth vicious as he bit along the lieutenant's body, creating both visible and imvisible marks. Marks that Kira would still feel days later, whenever there was a brush against his skin, clothing or otherwise.
Ikkaku pushed and pulled harshly, his erection quickly going in and out of Izuru's body. Izuru trembled and jerked and cried for him to spot, but Ikkaku did not even slow down, not even when blood began trickling down those creamy thighs, staining the futon underneath.
By the time Ikkaku finished, the bond's lithe body was littered with kiss marks and bites, his legs and sheets smeared with red blood and cum. Ikkaku whipped himself and was thoughtful enough to leave a thin sheet over Izuru as the blond trembled.
He didn't say sorry. How could he? It was his nature, a man that always fought to the end. No regrets.
END