Torture
Title: Torture
Chapters: oneshot
Author: evepikey
Genre: Angst, violence
Ratings: NC-17 (I heavily mean this. *_*)
Warnings: Torture, sex, violence, death. This really isn't for kids. This is dark.
Pairings: DieXShinya
Summary: Shinya is captured, and torture isn't what he thought it would be.
Comments: Erm...this was inspired by X-Japan's Art of Life. It's twisted and dark. Comments are appreciated, I'd be..interested to know what you think. o_o
Shinya pulled desperately at the chains at his wrist. The metal manacles gripped his hands and ankles to the wall like a vice. He struggled breathlessly, but each inch he moved, the metal spikes cut into his veins, for there were small sharp spikes on the inside of the handcuffs. He was chained to the wall- it could be a basement, it could be a club, it could be your attic. It didn't matter where he was, it was dark, and the blackness of the night crept in like a malicious shadow. He could taste the angel of death coming closer, and he could smell the devil in this room. He would never give in.
Shinya didn't believe in pain. He would always treat situations with an impassive face, and betrayal, love and sex never hurt him. He had read about torture, but he liked pain and didn't fear it. But tonight was different. So different, in fact, he feared the change. Shinya's long, long hair hung off him in chunks, patches here and there and falling out his head. Oh, desperation and the waif you appear when you're a victim was an aesthetic Dir en grey portrayed, and Shinya always looked beautiful with parched lips and a white face, bones sticking out of his elbows. But no make-up can get underneath the skin of someone really in fear. Songs are a safety net, and you get bound in their spiral. In the time of real need, though...pain is not beautiful, and you don't love your enemy.
Shinya screamed.
In an instant a slap came over his mouth, and his high cry was cut off with the taste of blood. Two fingers were in his mouth, caressing his tongue.
"You know what to do."
And he did. Retching, Shinya meticulously stroked the line of the two fingers with his tongue, sucking gently. His mind was screaming and his body felt like it was going to rip apart with the disgust he felt. After a few moments, his tongue grew to a halt. The response to this was the fingers moving, jerking down his throat, and this time Shinya really did retch. His head dropped forward, trying to close his throat off to the fingers, but the other hand was around his neck, snapping it back, scraping the back of his scalp against the wall. Shinya's eyes rolled back in his head, and he opened his mouth with the pain. This satisfied the fingers, which managed to slide down his throat a little more. Shinya couldn't help it. Even though he had not eaten anything in two days, his stomach met his mouth, pushing the fingers out, and he vomited.
It was long, slow and painful, and he cried. The fingers had removed themselves, but the hand at his throat still held him to the wall. Vomit slid down his chin, the knuckles of the fingers holding his throat, and his bare chest. Never had he been so humiliated and violated.
"I love you Shinya. Now I'm going to help you."
The hand lovingly left his neck. Shinya gasped- he hadn't realized how tightly his throat had been confined. Little red ridges and grooves, although he could not see this, were embedded in the sides of his neck- uncannily alike to Frankenstein's monster.
Suddenly water was pouring down on him from above. So cold it was that it felt like ice, like the temperature of a frozen river in the coldest winter. The ice pierced every inch of his body, driving its cold slivers into every hurt and pain, every cut in Shinya. The waterfall-like force of the shower caused Shinya's head to bow against his will, and the water clung to his spine, feeling like little knives of frost. He barely had enough strength to close his eyes, lest he should be blinded.
He didn't even notice the rain had stopped.
A voice came in his ear- a chilling, caressing whisper, but he heard it clear as the morning dew.
"Is that better, my darling?"
Shinya did nothing. There was nothing he could do.
The voice changed dramatically when it got no response, shrieking,
"Is that how you treat a friend when they help you!"
Another slap came across Shinya's mouth. This time Shinya let his head hang where the palm had pushed it sideways. His lips were cut and cracked, bleeding. He could taste blood in his mouth. It was metallic, and he could no longer distinguish between the taste of metal in his mouth and the feel of metal in his wrists and ankles. The feelings were one and the same, and now Shinya had no body, Shinya was pain. He no longer knew if he was hearing the words 'not long now', or if he was imagining it, or if he was feeling death crawl closer. A hand was on his leg, but he could barely feel it.
"Do you need feeding my sweet?"
Feeding...like a dog. The hands were pinching, poking and pulling at the skin on Shinya's thighs, but there was little...there was only bone. Shinya was thin. Feeding...
He felt movement by his face, and he could smell things sticky and sweaty, sights, being a man himself, he recognized on a daily basis. No...
But it was, and he was right. He could feel a man on his lips, pushing into his mouth.
"Open up, gorgeous, this isn't healthy for you."
And in a way, it wasn't. In another time Shinya would have known resisting would only cause more violent pain, but he could only lie there, limp.
"Beautiful..."
And he could feel the slit of the man's organ pushing at his lips, pushing them apart, and sliding its way into the cavern of his lips. Shinya's lips closed around the man's penis, and began to tease it gently, sliding his tongue along the slit at the head. Although Shinya could feel nothing himself, his own mouth was hot and wet, and his sucking was tight. This caused a moan out of the darkness. Shinya barely heard it. The muscles in his mouth continued to do the task he was commanded. The taste of pre-cum dribbled down his bottom lip, mixing with the cold water and metallic blood there. He tilted his head back so he could take all of the man into his mouth well without choking, and began a rhythm. Shinya's lips rubbed faster against the man's penis, causing the organ to twitch slightly. Occasionally he would loose control of how far forward the man ended, and his nose would brush against the man's pubic hair. Shinya feared hair. Hair meant beauty, femininity and adulthood. Hair cuts meant freedom, and hair shaving meant sex and violation.
Shinya tried to detach himself from the action he was performing, but the organ he knew so well was so stiff and hot in his mouth. He had to bring himself not to choke every time it went back inside his mouth. He tried to think of it as a piece of meat he was eating. But if he was eating it, it would be there and then it would be gone, and it would be inside himself. This thing, this was inside himself and outside, it was everywhere.
Just meat, just food, like a hotdog...
But it was still meat. Man-flesh, in its purest form, the essence, the seed of man.
It shot down Shinya's throat.
Shinya's mouth immediately dropped shut in reflex. The man-flesh was still in his mouth but flaccid now, relaxing after an energy boost.
"My beautiful, beautiful, Shinya..."
A hand was lowering down to caress his hair. The hand went back and forth for moments, and Shinya's eyes closed themselves with peace and safety. There was a voice in Shinya's head saying silently that this was all an illusion, but Shinya was too far away to hear it. He didn't even notice when the man left his mouth, so deep in slumber was he.
He didn't even notice when his chains were loosened and he fell to the floor. Neither did he notice when morning rose and the sun came into the room with its delicate feet, exploring what the night had destroyed. The sun tried to awaken Shinya with its hope and golden smiles. It tried to turn Shinya over to see his face and brush his beautiful hair out of his eyes. The sun used all its power to wake Shinya, but Shinya would not wake. Shinya was dead to the sun, and the sun retreated, saddened that such a person could not live in its light.
As the sun moved back into the sky, day turned into night and midnight cloaked Shinya's figure on the ground.
In a corner of the moon, the red-headed devil's eyes sparked in the darkness.
Chapters: oneshot
Author: evepikey
Genre: Angst, violence
Ratings: NC-17 (I heavily mean this. *_*)
Warnings: Torture, sex, violence, death. This really isn't for kids. This is dark.
Pairings: DieXShinya
Summary: Shinya is captured, and torture isn't what he thought it would be.
Comments: Erm...this was inspired by X-Japan's Art of Life. It's twisted and dark. Comments are appreciated, I'd be..interested to know what you think. o_o
Shinya pulled desperately at the chains at his wrist. The metal manacles gripped his hands and ankles to the wall like a vice. He struggled breathlessly, but each inch he moved, the metal spikes cut into his veins, for there were small sharp spikes on the inside of the handcuffs. He was chained to the wall- it could be a basement, it could be a club, it could be your attic. It didn't matter where he was, it was dark, and the blackness of the night crept in like a malicious shadow. He could taste the angel of death coming closer, and he could smell the devil in this room. He would never give in.
Shinya didn't believe in pain. He would always treat situations with an impassive face, and betrayal, love and sex never hurt him. He had read about torture, but he liked pain and didn't fear it. But tonight was different. So different, in fact, he feared the change. Shinya's long, long hair hung off him in chunks, patches here and there and falling out his head. Oh, desperation and the waif you appear when you're a victim was an aesthetic Dir en grey portrayed, and Shinya always looked beautiful with parched lips and a white face, bones sticking out of his elbows. But no make-up can get underneath the skin of someone really in fear. Songs are a safety net, and you get bound in their spiral. In the time of real need, though...pain is not beautiful, and you don't love your enemy.
Shinya screamed.
In an instant a slap came over his mouth, and his high cry was cut off with the taste of blood. Two fingers were in his mouth, caressing his tongue.
"You know what to do."
And he did. Retching, Shinya meticulously stroked the line of the two fingers with his tongue, sucking gently. His mind was screaming and his body felt like it was going to rip apart with the disgust he felt. After a few moments, his tongue grew to a halt. The response to this was the fingers moving, jerking down his throat, and this time Shinya really did retch. His head dropped forward, trying to close his throat off to the fingers, but the other hand was around his neck, snapping it back, scraping the back of his scalp against the wall. Shinya's eyes rolled back in his head, and he opened his mouth with the pain. This satisfied the fingers, which managed to slide down his throat a little more. Shinya couldn't help it. Even though he had not eaten anything in two days, his stomach met his mouth, pushing the fingers out, and he vomited.
It was long, slow and painful, and he cried. The fingers had removed themselves, but the hand at his throat still held him to the wall. Vomit slid down his chin, the knuckles of the fingers holding his throat, and his bare chest. Never had he been so humiliated and violated.
"I love you Shinya. Now I'm going to help you."
The hand lovingly left his neck. Shinya gasped- he hadn't realized how tightly his throat had been confined. Little red ridges and grooves, although he could not see this, were embedded in the sides of his neck- uncannily alike to Frankenstein's monster.
Suddenly water was pouring down on him from above. So cold it was that it felt like ice, like the temperature of a frozen river in the coldest winter. The ice pierced every inch of his body, driving its cold slivers into every hurt and pain, every cut in Shinya. The waterfall-like force of the shower caused Shinya's head to bow against his will, and the water clung to his spine, feeling like little knives of frost. He barely had enough strength to close his eyes, lest he should be blinded.
He didn't even notice the rain had stopped.
A voice came in his ear- a chilling, caressing whisper, but he heard it clear as the morning dew.
"Is that better, my darling?"
Shinya did nothing. There was nothing he could do.
The voice changed dramatically when it got no response, shrieking,
"Is that how you treat a friend when they help you!"
Another slap came across Shinya's mouth. This time Shinya let his head hang where the palm had pushed it sideways. His lips were cut and cracked, bleeding. He could taste blood in his mouth. It was metallic, and he could no longer distinguish between the taste of metal in his mouth and the feel of metal in his wrists and ankles. The feelings were one and the same, and now Shinya had no body, Shinya was pain. He no longer knew if he was hearing the words 'not long now', or if he was imagining it, or if he was feeling death crawl closer. A hand was on his leg, but he could barely feel it.
"Do you need feeding my sweet?"
Feeding...like a dog. The hands were pinching, poking and pulling at the skin on Shinya's thighs, but there was little...there was only bone. Shinya was thin. Feeding...
He felt movement by his face, and he could smell things sticky and sweaty, sights, being a man himself, he recognized on a daily basis. No...
But it was, and he was right. He could feel a man on his lips, pushing into his mouth.
"Open up, gorgeous, this isn't healthy for you."
And in a way, it wasn't. In another time Shinya would have known resisting would only cause more violent pain, but he could only lie there, limp.
"Beautiful..."
And he could feel the slit of the man's organ pushing at his lips, pushing them apart, and sliding its way into the cavern of his lips. Shinya's lips closed around the man's penis, and began to tease it gently, sliding his tongue along the slit at the head. Although Shinya could feel nothing himself, his own mouth was hot and wet, and his sucking was tight. This caused a moan out of the darkness. Shinya barely heard it. The muscles in his mouth continued to do the task he was commanded. The taste of pre-cum dribbled down his bottom lip, mixing with the cold water and metallic blood there. He tilted his head back so he could take all of the man into his mouth well without choking, and began a rhythm. Shinya's lips rubbed faster against the man's penis, causing the organ to twitch slightly. Occasionally he would loose control of how far forward the man ended, and his nose would brush against the man's pubic hair. Shinya feared hair. Hair meant beauty, femininity and adulthood. Hair cuts meant freedom, and hair shaving meant sex and violation.
Shinya tried to detach himself from the action he was performing, but the organ he knew so well was so stiff and hot in his mouth. He had to bring himself not to choke every time it went back inside his mouth. He tried to think of it as a piece of meat he was eating. But if he was eating it, it would be there and then it would be gone, and it would be inside himself. This thing, this was inside himself and outside, it was everywhere.
Just meat, just food, like a hotdog...
But it was still meat. Man-flesh, in its purest form, the essence, the seed of man.
It shot down Shinya's throat.
Shinya's mouth immediately dropped shut in reflex. The man-flesh was still in his mouth but flaccid now, relaxing after an energy boost.
"My beautiful, beautiful, Shinya..."
A hand was lowering down to caress his hair. The hand went back and forth for moments, and Shinya's eyes closed themselves with peace and safety. There was a voice in Shinya's head saying silently that this was all an illusion, but Shinya was too far away to hear it. He didn't even notice when the man left his mouth, so deep in slumber was he.
He didn't even notice when his chains were loosened and he fell to the floor. Neither did he notice when morning rose and the sun came into the room with its delicate feet, exploring what the night had destroyed. The sun tried to awaken Shinya with its hope and golden smiles. It tried to turn Shinya over to see his face and brush his beautiful hair out of his eyes. The sun used all its power to wake Shinya, but Shinya would not wake. Shinya was dead to the sun, and the sun retreated, saddened that such a person could not live in its light.
As the sun moved back into the sky, day turned into night and midnight cloaked Shinya's figure on the ground.
In a corner of the moon, the red-headed devil's eyes sparked in the darkness.