Tackey & Tsubasa fanfiction : On Your Knees (Chapter 2)
Title: On Your Knees (Complete)
Pairing: Takizawa Hideaki x Imai Tsubasa
Rating: NC-18, Trigger Warning, Rape, Torture
Summary: When Yokohama Region rebels from Japan's Corrupt Government. Tsubasa is a strong-willed war prisoner. Too bad that soon Takizawa was chosen to be the one that try to breaking him.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Takizawa comes to a decision and takes a shower that he feels he has earned the same night after interrogating Tsubasa once he returns to his headquarters. Afterward, he slides the door to the balcony of his office open and sits there for a while upon a comfortably cushioned chair watching the trees shifting in the moonlight from the warm breeze that fills the air despite the fact that the sun had long gone down so the temperature should have been dropping instead. In the distance he can hear the sound of traffic on the highway which he practically never notices at any other time, during the day Takizawa is hardly aware that the prison camp is situated anywhere near civilization, although he could justify that they weren’t terribly close… not close but not far.
Takizawa knows he has a decision to make. He can either save Tsubasa and attempt to get whatever information he holds about the rebellion’s side or he can let him die.
The officer knows that the defiant prisoner will someday break and all the information he holds will be leaked… well, perhaps he won’t break but bend sufficiently more rather but the debate on whether the payoff will be worth the time and effort is what Takizawa really has to think about. He, personally, doubts it; five months might as well be considered as five decades in Intelligence circles. Any information that Tsubasa holds that he might give them, whether important or not, may already have been spilled by another prisoner but yet, Takizawa doesn’t want to let the man die.
All that fight in the man would be a waste.
The prisoner is an interesting case, like a nearly impossible to solve puzzle, like a challenge, and Takizawa hasn’t had anyone come around who’s like that in a while, prisoner or not.
After sitting in the chair on the balcony for quite some time the commander gets up and heads inside, picks up his cellphone, and dials the cellblock. “It’s Takizawa. Get the prisoner a doctor.”
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Tsubasa fights the sedation as long as he can, it feels interminable but it has probably only been a couple minutes at the very most. He is more afraid of losing consciousness than he is of anything that has happened in this place yet. He’s afraid that if he loses this reality, if he loses his anger, then he might lose himself and he hates the sensation of falling slowly.
He slurs curses at the guards as he fights to keep conscious and stumbles when he attempts to punch them away from touching him but the sedation wins the battle at that point and he falls to the ground as his mind spirals into darkness.
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Military doctors. Takizawa is fascinated by the duality of their role here, of all places, in the prison camp. In the bloody furnace of the front lines they might treat all of their casualties equally, a common humanity and dignity and all that, but here? Here it’s not as simple as that. Here, thousands of miles behind the lines of battle, things are at once much more civilized but still so much more barbaric. Here, they are navigating in very murky waters and Takizawa watches as they work.
Tsubasa is filthy yet the doctors scrub at his dirty flesh as if they’re only wiping away a small patch of dried mud off of a child’s hand. The stench of antiseptic settles over the other more rancid smells: sweat, blood, pus, and cum. The doctors’ careful ministrations reveal old injuries and new, some that Takizawa knows how they were caused, from whom, and when while others are entirely new to his eyes. Bruises, scrapes, cuts, and then of course the most major being Tsubasa’s raw and bleeding ass. Although some of the injuries are new to Takizawa’s eyes they’re older than the other injuries at the same time because they’re more healed and some are caused by objects that no officer or commander has around within a cell.
Takizawa sees the glance the doctors exchange and wonders about its meaning, is the glance one of pity or guilt? Or is it for another reason entirely?
First do no harm, which isn’t exactly an exhortation to stand up and speak out against the torture of their enemies, but Takizawa doubts that distinction gives them much comfort, they are, after all, good men doing absolutely nothing.
Takizawa isn’t so morally conflicted, he hates the use of torture, always has and always will yet, he understands that it is a necessary evil to inflict upon certain aspects of the world and upon certain people.
As the commander thinks about this the doctors, on the other hand, move down to the swollen pustulous knee and begin to examine and work on it. Even in his sleep, Tsubasa flinches at the slightest touch, even from the most gentle of hands. Takizawa wonders if they can save the leg yet alone wondering if they can save the man while they work or has the infection and five months of deprivation weakened him too much? Now that he has made the decision to allow Tsubasa medical treatment Takizawa doesn’t want him to die.
After arriving here from the capital, Takizawa had been told of the unbreakable prisoner and he was fascinated by the fight that the other had within him, five months as a captive and still unbroken: the prisoner wouldn’t even give him his name when it was stamped on the tags around his neck, he probably wouldn’t even admit to having ten fingers and ten toes if asked but Takizawa knows that such stubbornness rarely lasts longer than a week or two. The isolation was enough to make most men desperate to talk otherwise there was the starvation, torture, or rape that would have their strong stance come crumbling to the ground. There was water, electricity… within every man there was and is a crawling need to say anything just to make the horrendous acts stop.
Tired of watching the doctors, Takizawa steps outside and lights one of his cigarettes while also motioning a guard over to him. “I want you to put him in a new cell, one that is clean.” A frown crosses the other’s face… men like this one don’t understand subtlety… Takizawa isn’t going soft on Tsubasa, he’s only ensuring that he has the best chance of recovery. If Tsubasa dies now, Takizawa would have wasted his time coming here not to mention the time of the doctors’.
“Do it” he orders and the man snaps out a hasty salute.
Takizawa watches the smoke from his cigarette curl into the sky as he exhales the cancerous substance from his lungs and he wonders, once he has learned every inch of Tsubasa’ body, of his mind, if the man will still interest him in any way at all.
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“Welcome back” the silhouette man says.
Tsubasa flinches awake to find that his wrists and ankles are restrained. He is lying on a mattress and the plastic cover squeaks underneath him as he tugs at the restraints, he twists his head to get a look at the man but realizes he is blindfolded.
A sharp and unpleasant smell hangs in the air: antiseptic.
The man splays his hand against Tsubasa’ chest, “I want to try a different way with you.”
Tsubasa is fairly fucking certain that there is nothing this guy can do to him to make him break, “I haven’t broken yet and now won’t be the time” he thinks. He’s fairly certain the every indignity visited on him in… however long he’s been here…. has only made him stronger but there’s something in the man’s voice that makes him wary… not the gentleness, which Tsubasa knows is only a deception, but the quiet certainty that is shared through the other’s tone of voice, Tsubasa wonders how bad this is going to get.
His knee is throbbing.
The man slides his hand down Tsubasa’ chest, into the hollow of his guts, the dip is made sharper by Tsubasa’ sudden sharp inhalation of breath. The touch holds the same gentleness and the same unbendable certainty as the man’s voice. Whoever this guy is, he keeps moving his hand further down his body and Tsubasa should be inured to touch by now but this touch isn’t brutal… not brutal but not gentle… it’s certain. Why is everything about this asshole so certain? Everything is and it’s so much so that Tsubasa begins to doubt his own certainty.
It’s a clever trick.
The hand slides down his abdomen, lower; through his pubic hair. Neither more hesitant than before nor more confident, just…. Just the same… as though the side of his hand bumping against Tsubasa’ cock means nothing, as though Tsubasa isn’t lying there, naked and splayed and vulnerable to every painful; torture that the man intends to inflict upon the most sensitive parts of his body.
Tsubasa thinks about how the guards always laugh at his cock, at his balls and at his spread ass. It’s not like he’s small or anything but the guards have always laughed but this man doesn’t, it actually bothers him.
The hand has now slid down Tsubasa’ thigh and rests against his knee. The knee throbs and a shiver runs through Tsubasa’ body, maybe the man isn’t bothering with his cock or his balls because he has picked a better target…. Then the hand rasps against something…. Something painful, itchy, dry…. Sutures?
“They cut your knee open” says the unknown man in a gentle tone “I watched. They peeled it open like it was a rotten piece of fruit.” That’s when he digs his fingers in around Tsubasa’ kneecap.
Pain flares through every part of his body and Tsubasa twists and jerks in his restraints, he squeezes his eyes shut behind the blindfold which now becomes dampened with tears but still the man doesn’t let go. Tsubasa gasps, thrashes, and a whimper escapes him.
Takizawa releases his grip then, speaking up once more, “they cut the flesh away. It was putrid. Strips of it not even fit for dog meat” he says as he looks to Tsubasa’ blindfolded eyes “You’ll never walk without a limp again Tsubasa. Never without pain” he looks back to the knee and continues on “You’ll have scar tissue as thick as knotted rope inside that knee.”
Tsubasa’ knee throbs again as he slumps back down onto the mattress.
Takizawa’s hands move again, inching up Tsubasa’ inner thigh, his knuckles brush against the other’s bruised balls and he tenses again, “You liked this once.”
It’s another memory Tsubasa has buried. He refuses to look for it now and he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from thinking about it.
“You’re not so special Imai Tsubasa” the man shifts his hand up behind Tsubasa’ balls and rubs a finger gently along his torn hole “well, your secrets aren’t so special. I don’t care if you typed all the little reports for generals of the enemy side to read, I don’t care if you repaired the cars or built the bombs, or carried the ammo and weaponry for the rebellion side, I don’t care if you were their cook, whatever you were I don’t fucking care. Do you think I haven’t broken men more important than you?”
Tsubasa flinches as the finger presses harder.
“But I do want to know something” Takizawa says “do you remember the statues?”
Tsubasa clamps his lips shut. It’s a trick, he knows it is, and yet the man’s tone is so beguiling. The statues are not the point, the point is that once Tsubasa is drawn into an exchange with this man each word will slip out easier than the last until, very soon, he’ll know anything and everything because if Tsubasa isn’t special, if his secrets aren’t worth knowing, why isn’t he rotting in the dirt by now?
The man lifts his hand and places it on Tsubasa’ tensed abdomen. “All the tourists, even locals, flocked to the statues, do you remember? To see the ancient, carved stones of beauty and to sit under the willow trees that surround the area during the hot summer days.”
Tsubasa turns his head away.
“Every time they fuck you” the man says after a long silence “I will be there. Sometimes you will see me and other times you won’t. I may talk to you or I may remain silent but you will feel me Tsubasa, you will know of my presence even if I don’t touch you or speak, you will feel me.
Tsubasa doesn’t respond, he refuses to give the other the satisfaction of knowledge that he’s listening.
The man removes his touch “how interesting you are Tsubasa. That is the mistake you made.”
Takizawa gets up and leaves Tsubasa blindfolded and alone.
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Takizawa finds one of the drivers from the bar he’s at to suck his cock. He noticed the man when he first arrived. The boy was younger than him he could tell and he was beautiful with messy autumn hair and a smile with big eyes. The boy had had that look about him, eager and shy at the same time but friendly… angelic... the look a soldier should never show an officer. Takizawa takes him to his room, puts him on his knees, and tells him to suck him. The man does so willingly but, although the male gives Takizawa the best blowjob he’s ever had and his choking and gagging and moans as he sucks on his dick, Takizawa wonders what Tsubasa would look like with the same delight shining in his eyes.
Takizawa has never raped a prisoner nor does he intend to start with Tsubasa. He finds his violence personally distasteful, although he’s not averse to using it. Still, he has never brought his work home with him and doesn’t intend to start now, he is gentle with the boy from the bar.
The officer can tell that the male is relatively inexperienced but enthusiastic. He gags a little but recovers quickly each time and swallows with gusto when Takizawa unloads down his throat. Takizawa rewards him with a bottle of Vodka which has the younger beaming and thanking him with a hoarse voice, “My name is Aiba” is all the other says before leaving.
Takizawa has found the entire exchange somehow unsatisfactory.
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No. No.
The words rise in his throat and catch there. Tsubasa won’t let them out. He’s crying but he won’t let them out. He chokes them back down with bitter swallows before they can suffocate him any more than they have been.
It’s the middle of the night, he thinks, or at least the middle of the period they usually let him get whatever small amount of sleep he can. This cell is cleaner than the last and he has his mattress, even a blanket to keep the chill of the cold winds away during the night. Perhaps it is these tiny kindnesses that have undone him, or perhaps it’s the “new boots’ man, standing just outside the blazing light, his arms folded over his chest as he watches.
Tsubasa was wrenched from sleep, the light shoved in his face, his ruined eyes watering and it’s not a cock inside him, it’s something bigger, something unyielding. It’s cold, metallic, and it burns.
No.
Please.
He twists his head to try and see the officer but can only make out the shape of him.
The guards holding him step back.
Tsubasa stays down, on his hands and knees, panting for breath.
The officer makes a gesture.
Agony, pure fucking agony slices into Tsubasa. His scream is soundless, every muscle in his body suddenly contracting, every nerve ending lit up with fire. The electricity courses through him. A few seconds last forever and Tsubasa collapses onto the mattress. It’s wet with his own piss, his body twists and shakes, he has bitten his tongue and his mouth is full of blood. He can’t move, he can’t think.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
“Do you remember the statues?”
Tsubasa whimpers.
Again. The electricity tears through him, freezes him in some hellish place, and leaves him breathless, leaves him shattered.
“Do you remember the statues?”
In this moment, Tsubasa hates himself even more than he hates the unknown officer. He can’t form the words but the sounds that escapes from his throat is so broken, so full of desperation, and so clearly assent.
“Mmmm!”
Yes. Yes, he remembers the fucking statues. He remembers.
“Ah” says the officer “perhaps you think you’ve earned a reward. A reprieve, but Tsubasa, you don’t make the rules here.”
Again.
The pain is so intense the Tsubasa can’t even scream.
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It was a kindness, in many ways, Takizawa thinks as he watches Tsubasa slumped on his mattress, he’s unconscious but he’s still twitching like a landed fish.
Tsubasa needs a different approach than most men. Most men, Takizawa would reward for answering, but he is reluctant to do that with Tsubasa. He is unsure how much is instinct and how much is the sheer fascination of seeing that body twist in pain. Regardless, it was a kindness. That way Tsubasa is allowed to hold onto his anger, the source of all of his strength, for just a little longer.
Takizawa will take it when he’s ready, but not until he’s decided what he can replace with it.
Chapter 3