The Hues in us all
Title: The hues in us all
chapter: 10/10
Author: victoriakada
Rating overall: NC-17
Pairing: AijiX Intetsu..other: IntetsuXSaga, YumhitoXAoi,
Jun(phantasmagoria)XInetesu hinting at KiritoX Aiji
Bands: LM.C, Ayabie, … phantasmagoria, Alice Nine
Warning: Dissociative Identity Disorder, smut, bondage, blow jobs, asphyxiation and pairings to fulfill my own nose obsession,
Disclaimer: I do not own these people and nothing is real...
synopsis: There was a darker side to Intetsu, that one he knew about but how many others hues of himself were there? In this final chapter we see just how far Intestu falls before seeing his life for what it is.
Pervious: 1_3 , 4-6 , 7-9
Chapter 10
Intetsu: Blue
I watched as that Aiji person walked away. He seemed a bit shocked that I, or rather she, kissed his cheek goodbye, but even an old man like that deserves a kiss on the cheek. I would’ve went with him back to room 88 had he been more my type. The simple fact was that when I’m here I wanted to have fun, meaning finding a hot guy big enough to satisfy. The date might’ve been fun, but I came out for the real thing.
The first thing on my agenda to this quickly forming plan of mine was to get a decent outfit. Pants are too confining, and I want something that would prove much easier access to some quick petting. So off I went to those cute little boutiques you see lining the train station. I’ve come to notice something with these little shops. They never look at the signature you write after giving them your card. I could write any name down and they wouldn’t know. Oh well.
The skirt was easy to find, they always are. A short black vinyl looking thing with glitter added to its synthetic mix. I wore it out of the store, dumping those past into the nearest trash can. The rest of my shopping was done, albeit a little more frustrating. The T-shirt I got was white with red English words spattered across it. It was much too long so after taking some scissors to it, I had a lovely excuse to complain about being cold and need some warming up.
Shoes were the hardest of all. I knew I would kill myself in heels, but they just made my ass look so good. I ended up deciding on stiletto boots, which in the end I guess was the same thing. The socks did help. You know those cute thigh high things that have to stay up with glue if you don’t have garters. Well I never bothered with underwear so I damn well wasn’t going to worry about garters.
The rest of the events fell quickly. I got my hair done, curled as best could be done with the length, along with my make up, probably a little too dark. I was ready to call my shopping spree at an ends when I noticed a fashion contact sure. I had purposefully left those stupid glasses at the stylist. So what if things where a little blurred it didn’t matter. I bought some circle lenses then got on a train. I stopped at the next stop and grabbed something to eat killing some time by flirting with the cute waiter.
When it finally got late enough I made my way to Soap land. Yes, most of the people there were old icky salary men wanting to look at my menu and order what they wanted like I was some restaurant. I came here for the more interesting people lurking around the right corners.
See the thing that’s wrong with the bondage clubs is that they have soooooo many rules. ‘No, that’s my slave.’ ‘I can do anything unless master says so.’ ‘You have to proclaim yourself to me before we do anything.’ Give me a brake I’m not going to proclaim myself to anyone especially some silky fuck with red contacts and a vampire complex. I like getting tied up, but I don’t want pain or some freaky blood exchange between slaves. Most bondage clubs had enough vampire freaks to fill any teen girl’s obsession. I, however, didn’t care for them one bit.
I continued my walk deeper into Soap land; my walk was slower due to those damn shoes. Eventually, I found myself in the perfect place to wait for that special someone. I Hung outside of the ‘unique’ host clubs yet far enough to not be pinpointed to anyone of them.
Waiting, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in one of the high-glossed windows. I looked like a girl, but I knew that. In this part of soap land something extra under a skirt was expected. In this side of the red light distract that’s what they wanted, new halfs…or at least as new as I would probably ever get.
I didn’t have to wait long before a few salary men came up asking what shop I represented. I bummed a cigarette out of them before telling them to get on their way. A chill was starting to pass and I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Cold?”
I looked up to the voice, seeing whom it belonged to. The guy was cute, so that was good, though he seemed more like he didn’t want to be recognized more than anything. He wore a long black coat with a matching wide brimmed hat and sunglasses. Shocks of pink hair protruded from their carefully place confines of the coat’s upturned collar.
“A little,” I replied, bringing the cigarette to my mouth.
“Why not go inside?”
When he spoke I could see how misaligned his teeth were, but his nose tilted in a cute way.
I smirked, “It’s no fun inside.”
“Really, now? We could get some drinks and find a room some place…”
“What I want can’t be found on any menu,” I scoffed.
That seemed to get his attention. He arched an eye brow that could be seen over the wide rimmed sunglass. He leaned closer to me putting a hand on the wall above me.
“And what might that be?” He nearly purred.
“Let’s just say it would be worth you while.”
“And money?” He said with a slightly laugh. I wondered, for a moment, how many times he heard that last line. Enough for it to be funny it seems. So I used a bad pick up line, oh well.
I smashed a cigarette against the wall as if to prove my point. “I’m not a whore.”
“So just a slut. I see…”
I wasn’t sure if I should’ve resented being called a slut, but let’s face it I was. How else would I be in this situation?
That’s when I leaned close to him and simply said, “Let me get you off. Then you can tie me up on the bed post for teasing you so much.”
“That’s it? Doesn’t sound-”
“And feeling your hands upon my neck when I cum wouldn’t be half bad. Would that make your little cock think it’s worth its time?”
Another grin. “You’ll found out it’s not very little.”
“Then let’s go.”
******
The ride over to what’s-his-name house didn’t take to long, which was good. I think any longer and the old lady that sat across from us on the train was going to call security for our ‘indecent acts.’
We arrived at his house, a small apartment, but at least it looked like it had a bedroom.
“Do you want a beer?” The pink haired male asked.
“Na.”
I looked around his apartment seeing hung photos of random guys dressed in black leather. They all had their own flash of color in their outfits, which was probably the only way they could tell them apart. Kind of like power ranges, and here I was with the pink one.
He stepped into the room a beer half empty already in his hand.
“You can call me Jun-Sama,”
I rolled my eyes, “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
It didn’t seem that Mr. Jun-sama really enjoyed that comment. He came to me in a few quick steps and took my wrist in his hand. It startled me a bit. Pain isn’t my thing.
“I’ll just call you slut them,” he hissed.
I took a hold of the collar of his cotton shirt, pulling it down to kiss his exposed neck. I looked up at him, eyes speaking only of remorse.
“I’ll just call you tiny cock-sama, then?” I kissed his neck.
He smirked at that comment. It might seem a bit off but completely necessary to get it through his horny head that I might be tied up with legs spread, but I damn well wasn’t a slave to be punished for some miss spoke moan.
He pulled me close, which caught me off guard making me falling on him. He kissed me, holding me to steady to balance. It was odd. He seemed too gentle, hand going to the side of my face, tilting my head. It disturbed me more than anything.
I was almost ready to leave but Jun spoke, “Tied to my bedpost with my hands around your neck?”
I nodded. “And you don’t have to pretend that I’m some long lost lover that needs to handle like you actually care. After tonight I’ll never see you again.”
Stepping back, Jun tightened his grip on my wrist and walked me to his bedroom. This was what I wanted. I wanted this maltreatment. I wanted to be tied up. I wanted his hands upon me making me completely under his control.
My thoughts separated me for a moment, and it wasn’t until I heard Jun say ‘Strip’ that I realized I had been standing there like an idiot. I looked at Jun, our eyes met. He turned his back and went into his closet, leaving no room for negotiations with the order. So I did what he said, strip. First the shirt followed by the skirt. My shoes were left at the door, so I found myself clad in only those black thigh high socks. I debated about keeping those on but just ending up taking them off.
His bed was a typical Western style. His blue sheets were strewn pillows placed here and there. Obviously, not thinking he was going to be bring someone home tonight I sat on the bed to take those of and threw them some place in the room.
I lay back in the bed propping myself on a pillow. I swear that’s when the AC kicked in, because I was freezing. Moments passed by slowly; I began to shiver. My thoughts faded. My body’s reaction to something so simple… In moments like these I knew that I wasn’t fully me. A part of this person…of many. I was created to block memories to take them into myself to protect the body of this person. Yet, all I am doing it taking it over creating more memories, recreations…
I was too distracted to even realize my leg being taken into the Jun’s hand. He had such lovely red ribbon. He tied the string about my ankle, securing it with a bow before getting another ribbon to secure that foot to the post. He took hold of my other leg, hands warm on my skin. He parted my leg but took his time to focus only on the foot, tying the other with the same care.
When Jun was finished he moved to sit between my parted legs. He looked upon my length and blew gently on it. The hot are upon me only sent in me in a deep moan. I started to thrust my hips demanding more from him.
“Does the slut want more?” Jun asked, fingers stroking my inner thigh.
I gave my reply in a deep moan, bringing one of my hands down to join his, hoping to show him what more to me exactly meant. My hand was quickly grasped, however, and pushed out the way. He took another ribbon from the pile behind him and continued with a criss-cross pattern on my arm. I submitted freely to being tied up, so easily time and time again, but this was the first time it was done so eloquently. I couldn’t help but admire the way the shinny ribbon look across my flesh, red the color of blood.
He took my other hand and did the same intricate pattern. Leaning over me, his pants brushed against my exposed cock, and I let out a deep moan. He did it again, making me moan once more. It was almost like he did it to spite me, in fact I’m sure he did.
“Almost there,” he said securing the last of his ribbon to my hands the bed post. “There all done.”
Jun laid beside me, his hand trailing from my lower stomach up past my chest and finally he rested his hands around my neck. I let in a deep breath, my chest rising, and for that lingering moment this was just what I wanted. His hands were still a little louse around me, but the pressure there was and that’s what I needed.
My eyes were closed these moments so the feel of his hand around my length brought about a gasp like no other. The friction created by his hand with each and ever pump had me moaning. With each moan his grip tightened a little more until I was wheezing for breath. He never went tighter, which pissed me off but with each flick of his wrist I kept on hoping. It only intensified his touch and all too soon I felt myself closer to my peak. I pulled at my restraints, the ribbon digging deeper into my skin.
His mouth came over mine, hand letting go of my neck. I let in a gasp for breath, his breath. He pulled back and smirked at me.
“We can’t have you cumming before me.”
He moved forward, kissing the fingers of my hand before putting them into his mouth and sucking. His crotch was basically in my face now, and like the slut I was I couldn’t think of anything else besides sucking him. I licked my lips in anticipation.
“I don’t have any lube so you’ll mouth will have to do,” He stated unzipping his pants and pulling himself free.
Jun was already half hard, and I open my mouth freely to take his organ. The initial shock of my tongue on his cock send a shiver through Jun, and he let out a moan deep in his throat. He grabbed the headboard to steady himself. I sucked hard on his length letting it roll over my tongue before focusing my actions on the reddening head. It began to swell, making it a bit harder to breath being at such an angle.
Jun’s moans just encourage me more. I would take his full length into my mouth, deep throating him; it only made him grab onto the head board and thrust himself deeper. I said it was getting hard to breath and this didn’t help. I tired to focus on to take deep breaths in my nose, or breath during those short thrust out. It felt so nice though, but the pressure around my neck I missed.
I could feel him building up. Thrust being desperate and more ramped. His breathing was becoming caught in his throat and he was so close. I was doing this. I was brining him to edge. I was preparing myself for the bitter taste of his cum shooting down my throat.
Jun knew he was close too, probably too caught up in the moment to realize sooner. He used the headboard to help push him away from ecstasy. If I wasn’t short for air I probably would’ve let out a groan.
The pink hair male settled himself again between my legs and took two of his fingers into his mouth. His tongue capture them licking as I did to his cock; it was such lascivious act. Once satisfied he slid of his salvia coated fingers into me. He stretched me a bit before quickly adding the second, and with a sudden arc of his fingers he had me moaning again. Grinning he took them out, ending my delight, but he was in control. He had to be pleased first before I could think of finding my relief.
“Ready?” Jun asked, once again being too polite for me.
I groaned, “Fuck me already.”
He positioned his swelled cock at my entrance and finally without any of that damned gentleness pushed inside me. The sudden act of being filled so quickly, a slight stink, but more pleasure. I gripped him as he pulled out not wanting to feel the emptiness. We quickly developed a rhythm both groaning, a sick site of pure animalistic pleasure.
Jun leaved over, groaning in my eat, breath feeling hot as he grabbed my neck. Pleasure beyond all engulfed me as he trusted become more determined and his grip on me tighter. I felt myself sink into pleasure, into nothingness, into blackness.
Intetsu: Himself
All Intetsu could feel was pain; a dull ache in his arms, numbness in the fingers from lack of blood and searing fire deep inside of himself. He kept his eyes shut, but the shallow gasp from Jun make him knew what was going on.
Just keep your eyes closed, Intetsu told himself, It’ll be over soon and then you can leave just like before.
This, however, wasn’t like before. A tight grip around Intetsu’s throat sent him into a panic.
“Let me go!” Intetsu cried as best he could with the pressure on his neck.
“Almost there,” Jun moaned, loosening his grip thinking that was what the other wanted, but he fully caught in his own pleasure to notice the desperate panic that Intetsu was in.
“Untie me now!” He screamed, kicking as best he could in the restraints.
Jun paused for a moment, still seethed within the other he looked down and noticed the tears. They spilled from his eyes, mixing with the makeup to created black streams down his cheek. Guilt was all Jun felt. The ribbon so taught as Intetsu struggled that his skin protruded from elaborate binding.
“I didn’t mean to-” Jun began but was quickly cut off.
“Get off me!”
Jun pulled out, his remorse matched with confusion. All of his actions had been spoken from the other lips, and now all of sudden everything changed. He buttoned himself up, bulge ever present in the leather pants.
“Here let me find something to cut this ribbon.”
Jun looked around his room for a few moments before disappearing out of it.
I can’t believe this. I knew all the signs why didn’t I just tell someone. Now I’m stuck here. Where the hell is this person anyway? He’s probably going to me leave me her.
“Let me go!” Intetsu screamed when Jun took to long.
The pink haired male returned soon enough with scissors in hand.
“I’m sorry I thought that’s what you wanted,” he apologized.
“I don’t give a damn what I said before! Let me out now!”
Jun continued his apologize while cutting the strings that secured Intetsu to the bed. He didn’t want any longer to get away and with decorative ribbon still attached to his hands and feet he made a dash for the long trench coat on the floor.
“Do you need any help? I can call a cab,” but before Jun could finish Intetsu was out the door wearing Jun’s shoes.
The cold air was the firs thing Intestu noticed. He pulled the coat to his skin. He could hear Jun speaking behind him, threw the door, about to open it to do who knows what to him again. Intetsu ran.
He realized that the shoes he had were too big and that those silly stiletto things by the entry way were his. Thankfully when he got to a main intersection Intestu realized where he was. Though being in the heart of the city had more drawbacks. He had no money and no cellphone. He debated about sneaking onto a train but figured that in his current situations the headlines would be too outlandish, but at the same time it’s not liked he had to worry about then anymore. This little out burst meant no more band.
He signed and when ht looked up he saw a vague fimilairty was she looked at the build. Then it hit him. It was Aiji’s apartment build. He could go there and call his parents. There was no other option.
*********
“Hey Takeo nice to see you again,” Aiji greeted.
“You too. It’s been a while.”
After another long absence of any communication with Aiji Takeo finally called and convinced the male to have dinner.
“The band’s going well?” Takeo asked.
“Yeah fine. You guys are doing something or other. I see your picture in magazines.”
Takeo laughed “Something like that.”
Dinner continued in the same manner until…
“How did that date go?”
“What date?”
“The one with the younger guy you called me about.”
“He’s insane.”
Takeo laughed, “Seriously.”
“I am. I know I said that Kirito was insane but this guy actually ended up in a mental hospital.”
“What? Start over from the beginning.”
“He showed up at my door at 2 am and wanted to use my phone since he didn’t have his and he lost his wallet. He had this ribbon all over him and had nothing on by a coat and I mean nothing.”
“That’s strange was he mugged?”
“I asked him but he said nothing. After he made the call he excused himself and left. I call his home phone the next day and his mother answers and give me the address where he would be staying. I went there and it was a freaking metal hospital.”
“Maybe it’s for something common like depression, suicide, something.”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to be caught up in something like that.”
“I’m sure regardless he could use a visit. Why not bring him some flowers.”
Aiji sniffed rolling his eyes, “Sure Takeo. I’ll go date the psycho mental patient.”
The end
I’ll admit the ending is a little rushed, but I debated about letting another week pass or just posing it…posting it won..