Tackey & Tsubasa fanfiction : On Your Knees (Chapter 7)
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 6
Chapter 7
Takizawa’s house is near the ocean but far in a valley at the same time that is surrounded by a small forest that has grown since the time of its last inhabitance. Tsubasa doesn’t know where he is, as always but he does know that he and Takizawa had driven through at least three unmarked towns to arrive at their destination, the last one of which he guessed was the remains of Chiba but he could never be entirely sure. When Tsubasa takes in a deep breath of air after rolling the window of the car down he can smell the salty air and a calm, warm breeze wisps through his hair and tingles on his cheeks and slightly parted fingers, he closes his eyes and embraces the feeling that wraps around him from the wind and the fresh, unpolluted air. Takizawa’s grandfather built it with the intentions of running the property as a high end breeding ranch for top race horses back in the day and it had actually run pretty well for the time being but now the majority of the vast fields have been taken over by trees. Tsubasa is surprised to see that a few of the horses still remain, and in surprisingly good shape to, but they all stay close to the sheds, and graze in the shade of the trees.
The further details Tsubasa takes in the more he believes that this place could be a paradise, if not for the fact that the devil himself now inherits the place since Takizawa has told him that his grandfather is long dead now. There is a path that cuts between the hills and leads eventually down to the beach past the trees where Tsubasa can actually see a slight bit of the sand and waves that crash onto the land from the ocean if he squints his eyes tightly enough. The officer informs him that during the winter months it is freezing, far worse than any winter Tsubasa has ever probably endured back in Yokohama but in summer it is beautiful. The place is remote but, even still, Tsubasa wonders how any of the battalions or planes that have flown over this place have never spotted it before and blown it to smithereens or overtaken it themselves not to mention that he also realizes that the place is also private, which must be a great relief to Takizawa since that means that he won’t have to worry about any people finding his beloved captive.
Takizawa has never brought anyone here before, he really thought that there was no need to since he has inherited many brilliant places that he could take his guests to but now he figured that this place was the only place he’d feel safe keeping Tsubasa at because it is far from everything, they could live their lives the way they want to here, not to mention that this place is the safest place to bring Tsubasa if he doesn’t want the prisoner to attempt to escape… although he knows that Tsubasa wouldn’t dare to try with the condition that his knee is still in.
The kids from the farm next door are still alive and safe, which relieves the officer, and they ride their horses over once a day to feed the animals and milk the cows that have stayed over to the farm since some of the ranches and farms weren’t as lucky as the rest here in the valley. The houses that rest closer to the beach had been spotted by passing armies or bomber planes and had ended up becoming either deserted by said armies that found and overtook the places or had been bombed. The dogs race out to meet the car the moment the tires crunch on the dirt. Barking, yapping, tails waving in the air as stray Chickens scatter around in a flurry to get away from the supposedly dangerous creatures.
Tsubasa sits up straight, pressing his face to the window to see them. His eyes widen, his face animated for the first time all day as he recognizes the breeds of each dogs as they jump up and scratch the paint of the car, looking into the vehicle while continuing with their happy barking and tail wagging. Tsubasa will admit that he loves dogs but his mother had been obsessed, teaching him about them and how to identify what breeds they are when he was younger. He manages to pinpoint that the Brown and the white dog are both Shiba Inu and the “dish washer tan” as his mom would call it was a Shikoku then there was a beautiful grey Siberian Husky that stood out against the others.
Takizawa notices the change in Tsubasa’ stature and aura as he sees the surroundings and watches the dogs jump up to get a better look of the people in the car. “The sunlight will do him good,” he thinks; “the sunlight, and the dogs, and the feel of the earth under his feet again. Tsubasa will come alive in this place,” and Takizawa has noticed that just within the last couple of seconds the other already has livened up a bit. “He will be happy.”
Once Takizawa has officially turned off the engine to the car he gets out and makes his way through the excited dogs to get to Tsubasa’ door before he opens it, and offers the other man his hand. Tsubasa stands, still stiff from the injury and from sitting in the car for so long, wincing a little as he puts his weight on his knee. He pulls his cuffed hands from Takizawa’s, and lowers them so that the dogs can sniff the palms of his hands. “Sato is the White Shiba Inu, he is the leader of the pack and I assume he’s the father of the new brown puppy,” he says as he points to the white Shiba Inu, "We’ll call him Jun, The Shikoku is the female leader Kazu, and the Siberian name is Sho.”
Tsubasa moves his hands down the pup’s spine. It wriggles and pants under his attention with his great, big, pink tongue sticking out of his mouth as he pants happy at the attention he’s receiving. Tsubasa’ smile is tentative, fleeting, and then he straightens up again with his jaw set. “What happens now?” he asks as he looks to Takizawa as if he still sees him as a horrible man, which he still does partially but Takizawa can’t blame him for that. “Life happens” is what he gets in return. “That’s not an answer” he growls, hating the way that the officer evades his questions like that, “Isn’t it?” his enemy asks, taking the key from his pocket ans he reaches for Tsubasa’ hands. The cuffs fall away, revealing the broken skin underneath. “Come inside, Tsubasa”, “Pfft, as if I have a choice.”
Tsubasa follows his captor, unsteadily on his feet, as they approach the large house on the property, it is the same as Takizawa remembers, when he unlocks the door and opens it, and the house seems to sigh a little. The air is still inside; dust motes dance in the light upon the spots that the kids hasve missed cleaning. It is silent, apart from the ticking of the living room grandfather clock which reminds Takizawa of his childhood. “There are knives in the kitchen,” he says “and I keep a sidearm in the cupboard in the bedroom. My boots would probably fit you, and you might even find a map somewhere around the place.” Tsubasa is confused about why Takizawa would tell him all of this as he rubs his wrists. “Why are you telling me that?” “Because you’re thinking it,” Takizawa says. He closes the door behind them, shutting out the excited dogs that attempt to follow, he doesn’t want them to ‘attack’ Tsubasa if he decides to sit down because, god forbid, at least one of them could jump up on his lap thinking that they were a lap dog and destroy his knee in some way as they do it. “If you want to leave, there’s a good chance you’d make it although there’s nowhere to run to… the nearest town has been bombed more than imaginable so it’s practically deserted now and there’s definitely nothing on the beach nor do I think you’d want to take a chance at swimming in the ocean without knowing if there’s any islands nearby and if so, not knowing if they’re inhabited or not but you’re in no fit state to do any of that now so maybe you’ll stay for a while, wait to get your strength back and see how your knee heals. Who knows if you'll like it here or not” he shrugs “maybe you’ll fall in love with the place and never want to leave, then you could stay with me forever”, “hah, fat chance” Tsubasa sneers as he interupts him, "how audacious could Takizawa possibly be?" he wonders but doesn't dare to ask aloud, “I’m your prisoner, there’s nowhere that you could take me that I’d stay and fall in love with, especially if I have to stay with you, and there’s no way I’ll ever like a scum like you either.”
Takizawa purses his lips into a fine line as he tilts his head at Tsubasa’ words,“ you’re not a prisoner anymore Tsubasa” he says as he paces to the other and cups his cheek before he can even move away from him. “I’m sick of the fucking war, Tsubasa. Aren’t you?” “Yes, but...” Tsubasa’ eyes are dark with confusion and he frowns, searched for something else to say, something to latch onto but... but….. there are no words that will come to his mind, nothing. His exhales slowly. “Yes.” Takizawa smiles at the response, they have common grounds on that aspect at least. “Hungry?” he asks him “Yes.”
Thankfully the kids from next door have restocked his kitchen before he got there, he had sent out a letter to them informing that he’d be home and to get some things and clean the house and as a reward they could choose one of the horses, each, that still reside at the farm if there were any, they're not his kids but rather just neighbors but he still treats them as though they are family. There is fresh milk in the fridge, still with lumps of cream on top, eggs, and bread and some meat that is in the freezer, there are also enough staples to get through a few days without having to go into town.
Takizawa pours Tsubasa a glass of milk and hands it to him. “Take a seat. I’ll make scrambled eggs.” Again, it’s not like Tsubasa has much of a choice so he eases himself down onto a chair at the kitchen table, trying his best to take in his surrounds surreptitiously. “What’s wrong with this milk?” “Nothing,” Takizawa tells him. “It’s fresh. That’s what it looks like when it comes out of a cow.” Tsubasa pulls a face that makes Takizawa smile and chuckle heartily, “how cute” he thinks to himself, shaking his head. He watches as Tsubasa lifts his glass to drink, “if he thinks that being fresh is bad then I can’t wait to see what he thinks when he find out it’s still warm”...
Tsubasa passes no comment on the taste of the milk, smacking his lips together to remove what little amount of the lumpy substance passed onto his lips, but his second mouthful is less hesitant. “Where does the Government think I am?” he asks at last. “They think you’re dead, I suppose,” Takizawa tells him, shrugging off the question since he couldn’t care less about where the army thinks the rebel is. He cracks eggs into a bowl. “Is it that easy?” “Yes, it’s war, Tsubasa. Who’s going to investigate? Who has time to care?” “What about you? Aren’t you supposed to turn up at your HQ?” “Nobody knows about this place” he says as he stirs the eggs around, mixing the yellow and clear parts together “so you’re AWOL then?” “Maybe I’m dead too,” Takizawa smiles. “Maybe you overpowered me, shot me with my own weapon, and then limped back to Kanagawa.” “It’s war,” Takizawa murmurs, “and war hides a lot of secrets. A lot of sins.” Takizawa and Tsubasa not speak again for a long time.
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It hurts to walk, but Tsubasa doesn’t care because it feels good to have the chance to actually walk somewhere after so long, it feels wonderful to be outside in the sunlight, with a full belly and no fucking chains. The dogs jostle him at first when he steps outside but Takizawa calls them off. They tour the farm, or at least the house yard, and Takizawa points out the old breeding barn, the stable for the race horses in training, the stable for the race horses, each of the pastures and whether they were used for mares and foals, or for the stallions. They walk slowly around to the back of the house, and Tsubasa sees it for the first time: there is a row of statues aligned perfectly to the path way but it’s not just any rows of statues, it’s a row of statues identical to the ones in the Yokohama Great Statues. The statues are nowhere near as large as the real one and Tsubasa also notices that the order isn’t correct either but he doesn’t care much for that, just the fact that someone, someone, has an identical structure of statues amazes him and the sight brings a few tears to his eyes.
“Is that what you meant?” he asks as he stands in some shade. “You put the statues in my head, back in that place, not to remember, but to-to foreshadow? This is why you would always ask me about them? Wondering if I still remember them? Because of this?” Takizawa is silent although he knows that Tsubasa is truly asking to know, he sees Tsubasa’ mouth twist as he tries not to let the tears out that threaten to fall as he continues looking on at the statues. “What am I supposed to feel right now? Tell me, because I’ve got fucking nothing!” “Whatever you like,” Takizawa tells him, his voice as calm as always, “There was no intent behind it. I knew you went to the Statues often, everyone in Kanagawa did, especially the tourists. I did, when I was in Yokohama and it always made me think of this place.” Takizawa looks up at the sky and exhales slowly. “I never felt as though I could properly enjoy or understand the statues that my grandfather was so persistent in having replicated here but once I saw the real thing in Yokohama, I knew, I understood.”
Tsubasa closes his eyes and waits to feel the tug of homesickness but there’s nothing, even his anger, that brief, bright flare, is nowhere to be found. He opens his eyes. “I don’t understand any of this” he says confused, he couldn’t understand why someone from Kanto would want this statues. Nor did he understand how someone actually managed to replicate them and place them here. “You don’t need to understand” Takizawa says. He lifts his hand and places it on the other’s cheek. “There’s no rush, no schedule here. We’ve got all the time we need, you and I.”
Just like that, Tsubasa wants him, a sudden burning rush of need, as desperate as any thirst he’s felt in the last six or seven months now. The need is as painful as any hunger. Tsubasa doesn’t know why this is happening to him or why he is doing what he does next when he pulls Takizawa closer but he does it anyway. “Fuck me.”
There’s a hard-edged challenge in his voice. He doesn’t understand that either but a part of him wants to hurt, just a bit, because-fuck Takizawa and the Government and every man who ever touched him in that cell-when Tsubasa hurts at least he knows his place.
Takizawa meets his challenge, pushing him up against the massive carved stone of a statue and wrestles with the zip on his pants, tugging it down, along with the pants. Tsubasa reaches a hand out and grips against the stone as best as he can, clenching his fingers around it. He remembers how he used to Tsubasa down against the statues and zone out, or sometimes fall asleep completely, as his head rested against the objects and his body would soak up the heat from the rays of the sun and soak up the refreshing coolness that traveled from the ground below.
Takizawa lifts him, steadies him, takes his weight, enters him with a roughness that is at once painful and wonderful and then stops to breathe heavily against Tsubasa’ throat. Kissing him there. “Okay?” “You won’t break me,” Tsubasa growls. Takizawa laughs against the pulse in his throat, he pulls back, and drives in again. Hard. Tsubasa gets jolted with each thrust, the stone of the statue scraping across his back. He hooks his right leg around Takizawa’s thighs but can’t do the same with the his left leg because the right doesn’t bend enough. He transfers some of his weight to the statue, so that Takizawa can get better leverage, and thrust harder and it all feels good, even the sting of it has Tsubasa groaning and dropping his head back against the statue. His cock’s hard, and it’s getting no attention at all...except every one of Takizawa’s thrust hits his prostate, and set him fucking alight.
Tsubasa’ already on edge when Takizawa’s hips jerk fast and he comes. Tsubasa, unfortunately is not on the same page as Takizawa yet, he doesn’t come because the high of being filled with Takizawa’s semen isn’t enough just as being filled with his cock isn’t enough for him. “Fuck,” he murmurs, lowering his legs as Takizawa pulls out. Then Takizawa’s hand is wrapped around his cock, slick with Tsubasa’ precum. The officer, or used to be officer now, leans in and nips Tsubasa’ bottom lip. “Come on. You want it? Come on.” Asshole. Tsubasa groans again, every muscle straining as the hand job becomes unbearable because of the sensations running through his body, he feels ready to cum but something is preventing him from doing so for just a while longer and he hates it because he’s literally being driven overboard but can’t do anything but wait until the expertise of Takizawa hand job takes him over that edge that he so badly wants to go over but can’t.
After what feels like forever, Tsubasa finally gets the release he is searching for, he comes all over his stomach, all over Takizawa’s hand, like he won’t ever stop, like Takizawa won’t let him. He sags forward, and the other catches him, pushing him back. “That’s it.” Tsubasa kisses him, chasing the taste of him like it’s that chocolate protein bar all over again but soon it turns into a gentle bliss and he can feel Takizawa stroking his hair, holding him close, as he still trembles from the high of releasing. His mind still struggling to catch up, off kilter. Takizawa doesn’t let him go.
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Time passed by at an ever painfully slow rate before Takizawa steps back from pressing Tsubasa against the statue. This is how it will be now. Tsubasa won’t be able to hide from him, he won’t be able to push him away, won’t want to, eventually and however rough it is, it will end with kisses. With whispers and murmurs and shared tenderness from the dominant male. “Is that what you wanted?” Tsubasa asks at last, reaching down awkwardly to tug his pants up, which surprisingly hadn’t been flung away when Takizawa stripped him of the piece of clothing.
Takizawa is busy fastening his own pants before he looks to him with a straight poker face but Tsubasa isn’t fooled, he can see the desire behind those dark eyes that glisten when they peer at him. “You know what I want Tsubasa” then he steps away. Tsubasa leans against the statue for a moment longer. “You want me on my knees.”
“Yes.”
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On his knees.
Tsubasa breathes heavily as he thinks about what Takizawa has always been telling him that he wanted from him since the very beginning, he feels like he can’t get enough air in his lungs after what just happened. What he asked for but, on his knees... for all of this? For the sunlight and the sky and the trees and for Takizawa. He doesn’t have to understand. Not yet.
Tsubasa sinks to his knees, pain shooting through him as he attempts to slowly lower himself to the ground, but it feels right doing it, even though it hurts as if all of hell is unleashing itself from within him knee, even if it will always hurt, it feels right. He gazes up at Takizawa. The sun is behind him; he is the silhouette man again. “This is how I always pictured you,” Takizawa says “on your knees.”
Tsubasa feels nothing, no hatred, no anger, no burn of humiliation, just quiet. “Yes,” he says simply, he knows that’s what the other man has wanted, this is how he’s always imagined him positioned.
Takizawa sinks to his knees as well, reaching for him, fingers twining together, mouths meeting. Tsubasa is filled with warmth, filled with something that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Peace. He kisses Takizawa hard, pulling him closer. Seeking out his scent, his touch, the hard planes of his body. Above them, the breeze shakes leaves from the tree and sends them spiraling down into the grass. Because if Tsubasa is on his knees for Takizawa, then the later is on his knees for him as well.
Tsubasa never saw it coming.
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End.
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