Kan Mi Youn - Going Crazy
Title: Going Crazy
Pairing: Inoo Kei/Yamada Ryosuke
Rating: R
Summary: Kei will never let Ryosuke go, until he loves him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_1KfUDB1zU
He woke with a start; eyes wide, looking around, bright lights making him squint as his head throbbed in pain. This was not good, not good. He could feel the cloth restraining his wrists, gently cutting into his skin; it hurt, but not terribly, not enough to prevent him from trying to free himself.
He couldn’t.
Panic began to set in as his breaths became labored, and he struggled some more, crying behind closed eyes as he wondered what was going on; in the distance, he could hear footsteps, slowly approaching him. His heart beat quicker, blood pounding in his eyes as he let out a scream.
The bed beside him dipped, and he felt a pair of hands cup his cheeks. “Sssh, Ryosuke,” the man whispered, trying to sooth him; why? “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.”
Could he really believe that? This man had knocked him out, kidnapped him, tied him up; who was he?
“Why?” Ryosuke chocked out, opening his eyes and looking at the man beside him; he felt angry, who did this man think he was, to stare back at him with such kindness on his face? “Why did you kidnap me?”
“Because I love you,” the man smiled, brushing back his bangs.
“I don’t even know you,” Ryosuke sneered, and the man chuckled, leaning over to kiss his forehead; Ryosuke flinched, tearing his head away from the man’s grasp.
“You will, soon, and you’ll learn to love me too,” he said, gripping Ryosuke’s jaw and forcing him to look at him; his eyes were hard now, glaring slits as his nails dug into his skin. Ryosuke whimpered, trying to pull himself free.
The man let him go, but not without another kiss, this time to the cheek. “My name is Kei, Ryosuke,” he was smiling again, as he got up and walked away. “Dinner will be in an hour. You should rest until then.”
Kei left, turning off the lights as he traveled back downstairs.
Ryosuke slouched against the headboard of the bed he was bound to, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Kei came back an hour later, turning on the lights with a smile; Ryosuke blinked, wincing at the flood of light, as he noticed a suit drapped across Kei’s arm. “This is for you,” Kei said gently, as he laid the suit across the bed and began to untie his wrists, “Our first date, I think we should both look our best.”
“I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t love you!” Ryosuke shouted, yanking his wrists away from Kei’s grasp; before he could escape, Kei had pinned him to the bed, his legs and arms trapping him.
“You ungrateful bitch!” Kei screamed, his expression hurt but his eyes angry. “I spent all day cooking this meal, and you will like it, you hear me!”
Ryosuke kept silent, glaring at Kei, until the man slapped him across the cheek; he cried out, turning his face towards the bed as he shuddered. “I said,” Kei grabbed him by the back of the head and yanked his head up, pulling heavily on his hair, “Do you hear me, Ryosuke?”
He nodded, and Kei released his grip, Ryosuke’s head landing on the bed with a thud. “Now, I will leave so you can dress yourself. Can I trust you to do this Ryosuke, or will I have to?”
He nodded once again, trying to hold back his tears; Kei smiled and removed himself, standing beside the bed for a moment. “I’m sorry I was rough with you. Now, please get dressed. I’ll give you a few minutes before coming back.”
Kei left, and Ryosuke rolled over, eyeing the suit next to him; he grabbed it and stood up, the stinging pain on his cheek a reminder.
Before Kei could come collect him, he made his way downstairs; the suit fit him perfectly, and he wondered how Kei knew that; the idea of that man touching him, measuring him, disturbed him, as a shiver ran down his spine.
“Ryosuke, you naughty boy!” Kei chastised him as he came around the corner, a string of rope placed over his shoulder. He grabbed Ryosuke’s hand and dragged him into the kitchen, forcing him into a stiff looking wooden chair. “I said I would come get you, remember?” he giggled, grabbing the rope and laying it across Ryosuke’s lap.
“Why are you tying me up?” he asked, as Kei knotted the rope behind the chair, before swinging it around, over and over until he reached the end. He secured the final note, giving it a tug with a grin of satisfaction.
“Because I can’t trust you, silly,” Kei ruffled his hair, looking at him adoringly; it made Ryosuke sick to his stomach, and he turned away, ignoring Kei’s sigh of protest. “Oh, I don’t want us to fight, baby,” he said, sitting down beside Ryosuke, and began layering food onto his plate; steak, potatoes, greens, finishing with a glass of red wine.
“Here, let me cut this for you,” Kei grabbed the steak knife and a fork, piercing the steak and cutting it into bite sized pieces. “Say ‘Ah.’”
Ryosuke kept his mouth shut, ignoring the piece of steak Kei was waving in front of his face; the tips of the fork poked his lips, but still he kept his mouth shut, resilient to being fed like some child.
“Ryosuke, please don’t make me mad,” Kei said softly, gently running his fingers across the bruise forming on Ryosuke’s skin; he jumped, looking back at Kei, mouth slightly opened as he gasped.
The piece of steak was shoved passed his lips.
“Isn’t that delicious?”
Ryosuke swallowed, nodding his head as he accepted another bite; and another, until his plate was cleared and the wine in the glass was drowned; he felt dizzy, his eyes drooping heavily as Kei untied him from the chair, helping him into a standing position.
“Did you drug me?” he asked, wondering why he felt so lucid.
“Of course, but only for your own good.” Kei answered, bringing Ryosuke back up stairs; he helped him to sit on the bed, before removing his suit; sliding the expensive jacket down his shoulders, unbuttoning the white, collared shirt. He tossed them aside, and then removed the black slacks, leaving Ryosuke in only a pair of briefs.
“Please,” Ryosuke shook his head, trying to cover his nearly nude form; Kei held back his arms, smiling down at him as he leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips; he paused for a moment, and then applied more pressure, pushing Ryosuke down with his body as he trapped him on the bed.
“Please, don’t,” Ryosuke begged, trying to lift his heavy limbs; they remained stationary, and he cried harder as Kei’s kisses began to travel down his neck. “If you love me, don’t hurt me like this,” he whispered, as a last resort.
Kei stopped, and sighed, sitting up so he could look down at Ryosuke; he gently caressed the bruised cheek, thumbing away the hot tears. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop for now. Goodnight,” he leaned back down, giving Ryosuke one last kiss, before leaving the room, shutting off the lights along the way.
Once again, he woke up with a shock, hoping this was all some horrible nightmare; but as he looked around the room, noticing the crumpled suit on the floor, he knew it wasn’t.
He was still Kei’s prisoner.
“Hello?” he called out, sitting up as he looked for Kei; the house was eerily quiet, except for the sound of a sewing machine, coming from somewhere down the hall. Getting up and finding a pair of sweatpants laid out for him, Ryosuke slipped them on and ventured towards the noise, finding Kei in a room with large windows, the sunlight streaming through and reflecting off his features.
Shaking his head, Ryosuke backed away from the door, carefully sneaking away towards the stairs; this was his chance, to get away! Holding his breath, he began to tip-toe downstairs, looking over his shoulder to see if Kei was following him. He was safe though, the humming sound of the sewing machine was still going, and with a sigh of relief, he began to walk down the last three steps.
“Almost there,” he whispered to himself, door in sight, grinning from ear to ear as he took that last step - and tumbled, falling onto his stomach with a cry of pain. He attempted to stand up, before Kei could find him, but the tops of his feet were cut, and Ryosuke cursed himself for not noticing the thin, clear wire that stretched across the last step.
Across it was rigged; how could he be so stupid!
“Ryosuke!” Kei screamed in anger, and he flinched, trying to crawl away using his hands and elbows; he didn’t make it very far, crying out as Kei kicked him viciously in the side. “You bastard!” another kick, another howl of pain, “After last night, I almost removed that trap; almost! But I was right not to trust you!”
“Please, stop,” Ryosuke coughed, hacking a bit of blood onto the floor.
Another kick. “Stop?! Why should I?! You deserve this!”
“If you love me, don’t hurt me,” Ryosuke choked out, curling into himself as he tried to avoid Kei’s kicks.
“It’s because I love you that I have to hurt you! Otherwise you’ll leave me, Ryosuke!” Kei stepped back, hands running through his hair and tugging angrily at the roots as he heaved, tears welling up in his eyes, “Why are you trying to leave me?!”
“I don’t even know you,” Ryosuke sobbed brokenly into the floor; everything hurt, so much overwhelming pain. “Please, just let me go.”
“I can’t, otherwise you’ll never love me,” Kei blinked passed his tears and kneeled down beside Ryosuke, gently scooping him up into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, forcing a smile onto his face as they entered the restroom down the hall. “I’ve got a surprise for you later.”
Ryosuke struggled to breath, his sides and chest aching from Kei’s kicks, and the rope that bound him to the beam behind him; he had fallen asleep in the tub, and woke up as Kei finished tying him up, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving the room.
He was alone now, dressed in another fancy suit, with only silence as his companion; it gave him a chance to think, but sadly, the more he thought, the more he realized how screwed he was. Kei was never going to let him go, and his only chance of escaping would be if someone found him.
What if no one did, though? What if he stayed missing, forever?
He could feel the tears in his eyes as he thought about his parents, his sisters, his friends at the coffee shop and the ones at school; if he didn’t escape, he would never see them again; never eat another home cooked meal, never feel another tackling hug after a long day of work…
He would just be here, forever, Kei’s prisoner until he died.
“Hey, don’t cry,” Kei entered the room, dressed in a suit similar to his; he moved towards Ryosuke, kissing his tear stained cheek. “I have a surprise for you, remember?”
Ryosuke only cried harder, as Kei brought out a pair of matching rings; wedding rings, from the looks of them. Feeling one placed on his finger, Kei handed him the other one - while still keeping a hold on him - and slid it down his finger. “Aren’t they beautiful?” Kei asked, smiling with joy as he leaned over to kiss him.
Ryosuke turned away; disgusted, angry, tears subsiding as he shouted, “I don’t fucking love you!”
“Ryosuke…” Kei mumbled quietly, taking a step back; and another, until he turned and walked away, shoulders shaking as he sobbed to himself. “I just want you to love me…”
“Kidnapping me, forcing me to be here… all this only making me hate you!” Ryosuke screamed, struggling against his bonds, “I don’t even know you, you insane bastard!”
“Yes you do!” Kei whirled around, facing Ryosuke with a distraught look, “Everyday, I came into your work. A mocha and a blueberry muffin to go,” he smiled sadly, looking down at the ring on his finger. “You’d give me my order and smile, and tell me to have a nice day before attending to your other customers. I just wanted you to notice me,” Kei came back to stand in front of him, hands gripping the front of his suit, “You’re so beautiful, and kind. I love you, Ryosuke.”
Ryosuke spit on his face, glaring daggers at Kei as he said, through clenched teeth, “I will never, ever, love you.”
“Then you are never leaving!” Kei screamed back, smacking Ryosuke across the cheek. “Until you love me, I am never letting you go!”
Ryosuke continued to glare, determined not to back down this time; Kei left with a furious cry, slamming the door behind him, and Ryosuke could hear him stomping his way upstairs.
“I will never love you, Kei, never,” he whispered to himself, a promise he wasn’t going to forget; and somehow, he’ll find a way to escape this prison.
Somehow.
Pairing: Inoo Kei/Yamada Ryosuke
Rating: R
Summary: Kei will never let Ryosuke go, until he loves him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_1KfUDB1zU
He woke with a start; eyes wide, looking around, bright lights making him squint as his head throbbed in pain. This was not good, not good. He could feel the cloth restraining his wrists, gently cutting into his skin; it hurt, but not terribly, not enough to prevent him from trying to free himself.
He couldn’t.
Panic began to set in as his breaths became labored, and he struggled some more, crying behind closed eyes as he wondered what was going on; in the distance, he could hear footsteps, slowly approaching him. His heart beat quicker, blood pounding in his eyes as he let out a scream.
The bed beside him dipped, and he felt a pair of hands cup his cheeks. “Sssh, Ryosuke,” the man whispered, trying to sooth him; why? “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.”
Could he really believe that? This man had knocked him out, kidnapped him, tied him up; who was he?
“Why?” Ryosuke chocked out, opening his eyes and looking at the man beside him; he felt angry, who did this man think he was, to stare back at him with such kindness on his face? “Why did you kidnap me?”
“Because I love you,” the man smiled, brushing back his bangs.
“I don’t even know you,” Ryosuke sneered, and the man chuckled, leaning over to kiss his forehead; Ryosuke flinched, tearing his head away from the man’s grasp.
“You will, soon, and you’ll learn to love me too,” he said, gripping Ryosuke’s jaw and forcing him to look at him; his eyes were hard now, glaring slits as his nails dug into his skin. Ryosuke whimpered, trying to pull himself free.
The man let him go, but not without another kiss, this time to the cheek. “My name is Kei, Ryosuke,” he was smiling again, as he got up and walked away. “Dinner will be in an hour. You should rest until then.”
Kei left, turning off the lights as he traveled back downstairs.
Ryosuke slouched against the headboard of the bed he was bound to, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Kei came back an hour later, turning on the lights with a smile; Ryosuke blinked, wincing at the flood of light, as he noticed a suit drapped across Kei’s arm. “This is for you,” Kei said gently, as he laid the suit across the bed and began to untie his wrists, “Our first date, I think we should both look our best.”
“I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t love you!” Ryosuke shouted, yanking his wrists away from Kei’s grasp; before he could escape, Kei had pinned him to the bed, his legs and arms trapping him.
“You ungrateful bitch!” Kei screamed, his expression hurt but his eyes angry. “I spent all day cooking this meal, and you will like it, you hear me!”
Ryosuke kept silent, glaring at Kei, until the man slapped him across the cheek; he cried out, turning his face towards the bed as he shuddered. “I said,” Kei grabbed him by the back of the head and yanked his head up, pulling heavily on his hair, “Do you hear me, Ryosuke?”
He nodded, and Kei released his grip, Ryosuke’s head landing on the bed with a thud. “Now, I will leave so you can dress yourself. Can I trust you to do this Ryosuke, or will I have to?”
He nodded once again, trying to hold back his tears; Kei smiled and removed himself, standing beside the bed for a moment. “I’m sorry I was rough with you. Now, please get dressed. I’ll give you a few minutes before coming back.”
Kei left, and Ryosuke rolled over, eyeing the suit next to him; he grabbed it and stood up, the stinging pain on his cheek a reminder.
Before Kei could come collect him, he made his way downstairs; the suit fit him perfectly, and he wondered how Kei knew that; the idea of that man touching him, measuring him, disturbed him, as a shiver ran down his spine.
“Ryosuke, you naughty boy!” Kei chastised him as he came around the corner, a string of rope placed over his shoulder. He grabbed Ryosuke’s hand and dragged him into the kitchen, forcing him into a stiff looking wooden chair. “I said I would come get you, remember?” he giggled, grabbing the rope and laying it across Ryosuke’s lap.
“Why are you tying me up?” he asked, as Kei knotted the rope behind the chair, before swinging it around, over and over until he reached the end. He secured the final note, giving it a tug with a grin of satisfaction.
“Because I can’t trust you, silly,” Kei ruffled his hair, looking at him adoringly; it made Ryosuke sick to his stomach, and he turned away, ignoring Kei’s sigh of protest. “Oh, I don’t want us to fight, baby,” he said, sitting down beside Ryosuke, and began layering food onto his plate; steak, potatoes, greens, finishing with a glass of red wine.
“Here, let me cut this for you,” Kei grabbed the steak knife and a fork, piercing the steak and cutting it into bite sized pieces. “Say ‘Ah.’”
Ryosuke kept his mouth shut, ignoring the piece of steak Kei was waving in front of his face; the tips of the fork poked his lips, but still he kept his mouth shut, resilient to being fed like some child.
“Ryosuke, please don’t make me mad,” Kei said softly, gently running his fingers across the bruise forming on Ryosuke’s skin; he jumped, looking back at Kei, mouth slightly opened as he gasped.
The piece of steak was shoved passed his lips.
“Isn’t that delicious?”
Ryosuke swallowed, nodding his head as he accepted another bite; and another, until his plate was cleared and the wine in the glass was drowned; he felt dizzy, his eyes drooping heavily as Kei untied him from the chair, helping him into a standing position.
“Did you drug me?” he asked, wondering why he felt so lucid.
“Of course, but only for your own good.” Kei answered, bringing Ryosuke back up stairs; he helped him to sit on the bed, before removing his suit; sliding the expensive jacket down his shoulders, unbuttoning the white, collared shirt. He tossed them aside, and then removed the black slacks, leaving Ryosuke in only a pair of briefs.
“Please,” Ryosuke shook his head, trying to cover his nearly nude form; Kei held back his arms, smiling down at him as he leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips; he paused for a moment, and then applied more pressure, pushing Ryosuke down with his body as he trapped him on the bed.
“Please, don’t,” Ryosuke begged, trying to lift his heavy limbs; they remained stationary, and he cried harder as Kei’s kisses began to travel down his neck. “If you love me, don’t hurt me like this,” he whispered, as a last resort.
Kei stopped, and sighed, sitting up so he could look down at Ryosuke; he gently caressed the bruised cheek, thumbing away the hot tears. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop for now. Goodnight,” he leaned back down, giving Ryosuke one last kiss, before leaving the room, shutting off the lights along the way.
Once again, he woke up with a shock, hoping this was all some horrible nightmare; but as he looked around the room, noticing the crumpled suit on the floor, he knew it wasn’t.
He was still Kei’s prisoner.
“Hello?” he called out, sitting up as he looked for Kei; the house was eerily quiet, except for the sound of a sewing machine, coming from somewhere down the hall. Getting up and finding a pair of sweatpants laid out for him, Ryosuke slipped them on and ventured towards the noise, finding Kei in a room with large windows, the sunlight streaming through and reflecting off his features.
Shaking his head, Ryosuke backed away from the door, carefully sneaking away towards the stairs; this was his chance, to get away! Holding his breath, he began to tip-toe downstairs, looking over his shoulder to see if Kei was following him. He was safe though, the humming sound of the sewing machine was still going, and with a sigh of relief, he began to walk down the last three steps.
“Almost there,” he whispered to himself, door in sight, grinning from ear to ear as he took that last step - and tumbled, falling onto his stomach with a cry of pain. He attempted to stand up, before Kei could find him, but the tops of his feet were cut, and Ryosuke cursed himself for not noticing the thin, clear wire that stretched across the last step.
Across it was rigged; how could he be so stupid!
“Ryosuke!” Kei screamed in anger, and he flinched, trying to crawl away using his hands and elbows; he didn’t make it very far, crying out as Kei kicked him viciously in the side. “You bastard!” another kick, another howl of pain, “After last night, I almost removed that trap; almost! But I was right not to trust you!”
“Please, stop,” Ryosuke coughed, hacking a bit of blood onto the floor.
Another kick. “Stop?! Why should I?! You deserve this!”
“If you love me, don’t hurt me,” Ryosuke choked out, curling into himself as he tried to avoid Kei’s kicks.
“It’s because I love you that I have to hurt you! Otherwise you’ll leave me, Ryosuke!” Kei stepped back, hands running through his hair and tugging angrily at the roots as he heaved, tears welling up in his eyes, “Why are you trying to leave me?!”
“I don’t even know you,” Ryosuke sobbed brokenly into the floor; everything hurt, so much overwhelming pain. “Please, just let me go.”
“I can’t, otherwise you’ll never love me,” Kei blinked passed his tears and kneeled down beside Ryosuke, gently scooping him up into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, forcing a smile onto his face as they entered the restroom down the hall. “I’ve got a surprise for you later.”
Ryosuke struggled to breath, his sides and chest aching from Kei’s kicks, and the rope that bound him to the beam behind him; he had fallen asleep in the tub, and woke up as Kei finished tying him up, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving the room.
He was alone now, dressed in another fancy suit, with only silence as his companion; it gave him a chance to think, but sadly, the more he thought, the more he realized how screwed he was. Kei was never going to let him go, and his only chance of escaping would be if someone found him.
What if no one did, though? What if he stayed missing, forever?
He could feel the tears in his eyes as he thought about his parents, his sisters, his friends at the coffee shop and the ones at school; if he didn’t escape, he would never see them again; never eat another home cooked meal, never feel another tackling hug after a long day of work…
He would just be here, forever, Kei’s prisoner until he died.
“Hey, don’t cry,” Kei entered the room, dressed in a suit similar to his; he moved towards Ryosuke, kissing his tear stained cheek. “I have a surprise for you, remember?”
Ryosuke only cried harder, as Kei brought out a pair of matching rings; wedding rings, from the looks of them. Feeling one placed on his finger, Kei handed him the other one - while still keeping a hold on him - and slid it down his finger. “Aren’t they beautiful?” Kei asked, smiling with joy as he leaned over to kiss him.
Ryosuke turned away; disgusted, angry, tears subsiding as he shouted, “I don’t fucking love you!”
“Ryosuke…” Kei mumbled quietly, taking a step back; and another, until he turned and walked away, shoulders shaking as he sobbed to himself. “I just want you to love me…”
“Kidnapping me, forcing me to be here… all this only making me hate you!” Ryosuke screamed, struggling against his bonds, “I don’t even know you, you insane bastard!”
“Yes you do!” Kei whirled around, facing Ryosuke with a distraught look, “Everyday, I came into your work. A mocha and a blueberry muffin to go,” he smiled sadly, looking down at the ring on his finger. “You’d give me my order and smile, and tell me to have a nice day before attending to your other customers. I just wanted you to notice me,” Kei came back to stand in front of him, hands gripping the front of his suit, “You’re so beautiful, and kind. I love you, Ryosuke.”
Ryosuke spit on his face, glaring daggers at Kei as he said, through clenched teeth, “I will never, ever, love you.”
“Then you are never leaving!” Kei screamed back, smacking Ryosuke across the cheek. “Until you love me, I am never letting you go!”
Ryosuke continued to glare, determined not to back down this time; Kei left with a furious cry, slamming the door behind him, and Ryosuke could hear him stomping his way upstairs.
“I will never love you, Kei, never,” he whispered to himself, a promise he wasn’t going to forget; and somehow, he’ll find a way to escape this prison.
Somehow.