Catch of the Day

The effeminate man’s rough rubbing of Omi’s hair turned into fingers raking through his hair, lacing the blond locks until he finally to a strong hold and pulled it back causing Omi’s face to wince in pain, mouth gaping.

A slightly brawny man leaned over, “Well, I can think of *another* way to shut the bastard up…”

The last man spoke up, “A gag?”

“Try gag-reflex.” The man smirked as he unzipped his jeans in demonstration of his ‘point’.

The effeminate man smirked, “Well, don’t be so selfish, first we should guarantee we all have enjoyment, we’ll fim tim to the ceiling with this.” He held out a coarse rope identical in width to the one wrapped around Omi’s wrists. The thin man made quick work of securing Omi’s upper arms and hanging him from the ceiling in the position of inchi nawa. Pulling the rope to leave Omi’s feet six inches above the floor the muscular man gave his effeminate partner a scowl.

“Great, now I need to get a chair.”

The effeminate man chuckled and scoffed, “What? You mean you’re not that flexible? Why I’m disappointed in you Hatero!”

“Why the hell did you just say my name!?”

The effeminate man smiled as he rested his left elbow in his right hand, left hand cupping his cheek, “Oh why now, what ever have I done? A dead boy winow now your name, how horrid.”

“Well then, you won’t mind him knowing *your* name then, will you Tsubaki?” The effeminate man’s eyes shaded and then softened, his features revealing a bone-chilling smirk, “And just to be fair, Tetsuya, neither will you, hm?”

The effeminate man let out a soft snigger, “Oh, poor boy, now we all have reasons to assure your death, in case our last encounter wasn’t enough for us to carry through.” His left hand left his face as he reached out to pet Omi’s face, stroking from chin to temple before halting, he moved to strike Omi’s cheekbone. “Now be a good uke and maybe we’ll even give you pleasure before death, and if you really behave, maybe, just maybe we’ll even be merciful and give you a quick death.”

Omi’s eyes flinched closed as the mental chant returned, as slowly as his senses. ‘Kami-sama, onegai let Aya-kun find me… save me… onegai, I know I don’t deserve to be saved, I still believe what I’ve done was necessary even if it wasn’t right, but please not by them… don’t let them be the ones to do it… this… Please let Aya save me!’

Tsubaki stepped behind Omi and made fast work in undoing his board shorts, sliding them as well as his boxers to the ground. Following example Hatero drew out the same knife that pierced Omi’s side, blood flaking from the blade, to cut off his shirt, with that completely disrobing Omi.

Tsubaki stroked his hand up and down Omi’s abs causing his muscles to constrict, Tsubaki smiled and even let out a giddy laugh which made Omi’s skin crawl and cover with nervous goosebumps. He stepped to Omi’s side whispering, “I think you’ll enjoy *this* …mm, quite a bit.”

Tsubaki grabbed Omi’s member forcibly in his slendet let long fingers, squeezing them painfully tight. As Omi cawed Hatero thrusted his arousal into Omi’s mouth muttering rather forcefully, “If you bite down, I’ll break all your pretty little teeth and make you swallow them.”

Omi took in a sharp breath in response to the threat, Hatero snarled as he took Omi’s hair in both hands and rammed further into Omi’s mouth at first halting just before passing Omi’s gag reflex causing the blond under him to choke. He then roughly slid in further, bucking his hips and pulling Omi forward to go further and harder into Omi’s throat and mouth, he bit on his lip and moaned quietly. “Cry for me, you little whore.”

Tetsuya laughed, “Damn Hatero, how’d you guess? He *has* been a little whore ever since he left, how long have you been sleeping around, hm? You better not have any diseases!”

Omi tried to bow his head but a reminding, strong yank on his hair kept him in the same position. Tsubaki quickened his already fast pace on Omi’s shaft and began to laugh as the bruises formed around him, “Oh look, he’s about to come.” He clenched his eyes closed as tightly as he could and returned to his mantra.

‘Kami-sama… please… please… Aya-kun…’ Omi’s eyelids slid from their clenched position as Omi started to force himself into a trance to escape the torture. All he could see and hear was Aya reaching towards Omi as he fell back, hand extended to reach for Aya’s. Both of their hands kept reaching as far as they could, Omi’s pulling him forward, Aya lurching closer and closer until their fingertips touched each other, then the upper knuckles, Aya’s fingers sliding down Omi’s fingers past his palm and finally locking around his wrists, catching him. Omi mimicked Aya’s gesture until he too locked his fingers around Aya’s wrist and top parts of his palm. Aya, about to speak, the softest tone Omi had ever heard him whisper, “Aichaku…” Shattered by the melding yell of Hatero.

“I said wake UP you!” His left hand sliding from Omi’s hair only to replace it around Omi’s tt ant and squeeze tightly.

Aya’s hand and wrist started to chip away, shattering like glass, moving up from the wrist up his arm, to his shoulders and chest, then moving down his whole body falling away into black, his face now looking sadly his lips still fondly, softly murmuring, “Aichaku…” his face exploding into the same fragments his body had, leaving his soft eyes and mouth still lingering as it faded into the darkness of Omi’s eyelids just to shoot open as Omi threw his head upward to cough violently.

“That’s more *like* it!” Hatero swore violently, he pressed inward, reaming Omi’s throat three more times before he blew his load. He quickly pulled out as his seed continued to pour into Omi’s mouth, as he finally pulled past Omi’s lips he clamped his left hand over Omi’s mouth. “Swallow it… SWALLOW it!”

Omi kept coughing as the semen started to combine with his saliva making his stomach constrict angrily. He could feel bile raise up his esophagus into a medly that only made him feel iller than before. The left hand he used to clamp Omi’s mouth migrated lower, still keeping his thumb and fingers pressing hard into his cheeks and jaw to prevent his mouth from opening, now digging his palm under Omi’s chin.

“Whore I said *swallow* it!” Omi began to violently cough, the mixture slipping past his lips and dripping onto Hatero’s hand. Hatero pulled back his left hand. “That’s DISGUSTING! You sick little fuck!”

Tsubaki smiled as Omi finally ‘came’ blood. He rose from his position up to Omi’s ear whispering, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He licked the blood left on his fingers from the hand job.

Tetsuya laughed as Hatero rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands vigorously. “Well, if you’re both finished for now, I would appreciate some alone time with him. You’re both welcome to join me in about ten minutes.”

Tsubaki smiled, “Always so considerate, are you just waiting for Hatero to get past his refractory period?”

“Fuck you both! That bastard’s VOMIT is on me! Gross!”

Tetsuya let out a throaty laugh, “I thought the point was for us both to fuck HIM… not ourselves.”

He r his his fingers through his hair pushing the dark strands out of his eyes. He pulled on Omi’s elbows to lower him two inches sending waves of pain through his arms from shoulders to wrists as the rope contracted around his biceps and forearms moved into an unnatural position. He wrapped his right arm around Omi’s midriff to lock Omi in the lower position. Tsubaki made his way from the room and traveled out of sight down the small hallway.

He aligned his erection with Omi’s backside and jammed in tightly, the blond screamed loudly as Tetsuya’s dick seated itself. “See, that rumor that you *have* to stretch out your partner *is* a lie.” He resumed his throaty laugh as he rammed in further to Omi, reaming in and pulling almost completely out before repeating at a frightfully fast pace. The arm around Omi’s midriff tightened to the point of asphyxiation as Omi tried to gasp in handfuls of air to little effect.

Tsubaki smiled contentedly as he rested the majority of his weight on his left leg leaving his right leg to pose, resting his left elbow in his right hand, sipping a mug of steaming tea. “Would you like some tea Tetsuya? The kettle’s warm.”

Tetsuya huffed out a, “No.”

Tsubaki smiled into his mug as he took another sip, glancing up and down Omi’s front. “Why, Tetsuya, you’re being greedy, he can’t breathe and you know perfectly well it’s all of our honor to kill him, and fuck him.”

“You know I hear the human body takes hours to lose the majority of it’s body temperature after death.”

Omi wheezed as Tetsuya’s hand loosened around his diaphragm.


Aya slid on a maintenance uniform over his fitted mock-turtleneck tang top and near-black gray jeans. He slid on a pair of steal-toed boots replacing his leather shoes and threw his hair up and under a maintenance hat.

Aya answered his phone, “Manx?”

“Hai, Abyssinian, the ‘police’ will be there shortly, you are there only to pick up Bombay and make sure his hosts don’t leave, but that they’re still functioning.”

Aya held a long pause before turning off the phone finally ending the silence, “Hai.” He hung up immediately after his response knowing Manx would do likewise. ‘But functioning doesn’t mean running at optimum capacity.’

He looked at Yoji and Ken as they came in with the trailer. Ken looked at Aya, “Excuse me, sir, could you help us bring in some arrangements?”

He nodded, “Hai.”

Upon entering the trailer he glared at Ken, “My sword and change of clothes?”

“In the rose and freesia assortment, is he hurt?”

“Yes, meet us by the maintenance entrance with the trailer and then haul ass back to Koneko.”

The both of them nodded, “And one more thing, you two aren’t going in there.”

Ken and Yoji looked back and forth between them, “I thought there were three of them?”

Yoji turned to Ken, “And they hurt Omi,” he turned his gaze back to Aya, “Are you sure you won’t need us to restrain you?”

Aya nodded, “Manx may just invite us to the line-up in Kritiker’s private jail.” Yoji smirked as he adjusted his glasses.

“Well I guess that makes our alibi all the cleaner.”

“Hai.”

The three lifted each arrangement and made their way to the main entrance of the apartment complex. Ken spoke up to the bellhop.

“Oi! We *finally* found this place! We have to make a delivery to 1607 3rd Avenue, apartment 1402.”

The bellhop looked startled, “Oh my… with all those flowers? You should use the service elevator, you there, you’ve worked here before, right?”

Aya nodded but once.

“Then would you show it to them?”

He nodded once more. “Do you have it’s key?”

The bellhop laughed, “Oh that lock doesn’t *work* no one hardly uses it. I’m surprised no one told you that yet, you must be the new night-shift man. It’s horrible what they do to you for overtime!”

Aya nodded once more. “You must be groggy, well, those must be heavy so I’ll let you three go for now.”

Ken and Yoji smiled cheerfully, “Sank yoo!” Ken perked in chipperly.

Yoji added an equally enthusiastic, “Arigatou!”

Aya merely grunted as he adjusted the flower arrangement in his arms.

Once inside the building and well out of sight of the bellhop Ken and Yoji sat down the flowers to search for the elevator, Aya remained behind to hold his arrangement. Ken returned panting mildly.

“Found it,” He nodded to Yoji gesturing towards his side of the hallway to indicate the location.

Aya merely grunted again as he made his way towards the elevator with the others.

At the elevator Aya pulled open the grating to let the others in, following behind them he closed the gate and pressed the switch to raise it to the 14th floor. As the elevator took motion he began to hastily remove the maintenance uniform and slip on his trench coat, leather boots black gloves and katana.

Ken slipped the foam out from his apron pockets to replace them under the arrangement to make up for the lack of Aya’s jacket and slipped the used uniform into the same pockets to keep the size proportionate.


Tetsuya rammed into Omi an additional six times after ejaculating before pulling out, he tucked himself back into his pants and re-zipped, “I think I’ll get some tea while I wait… leave some for me, okay?”

Tsubaki merely smiled and nodded as he finished as much of his hot tea as he wanted, he poured the rest down Omi’s stomach. Omi struggled to merely let out a muddled hiss instead of gut wrenching scream. Tsubaki again smiled sadistically. “Oh my, now look what I’ve done! I’ll go fetch a towel to dry you off, Hatero, please keep our dear Mamoru entertained for a moment.”

Omi swallowed back hard trying to let the pain wash over and past him. Hatero hit Omi squarely in the cheekbone and struck at his Adam’s apple sending Omi into a hyperventilating fit. Trying to remain conscious he straightened his neck leaving him to gaze at the ceiling. Eyesight blurring in and out of focus, he continued to fluctuate his breaths as Tsubaki returned with a towel and pressed it into Omi’s pierced side then down his burt belly.

Hatero looked back to Tsubaki, “After you, after all, you’ve been so patient to wait.”

Tsubaki smiled faint-heartedly, “Why how kind of you! But do feel free to join me.” He smiled, “After all, how much fun would this be without it being the three of us?” Hatero patted Tsubaki on the shoulder.

“Here, here!”

Tsubaki thrust in causing Omi to make a small whimper of air escaping his throat during the end of his erratic breathing fit.

Starting with slow and long rocking gestures he found himself in a groove strictly avoiding Omi’s prostate gland, “Oh Tetsuya did such an excellent job stretching and lubing him for us! How considerate.”

Hatero winked as he pushed himself in, “And what’s better still is that blood is even *warmer* than Ky’s warming gel.”

‘Kami-sama… even if they do this to me… I won’t give them the honor of killing me… just let them be distracted long enough for me… to bite off… my own tongue… bleed to death… Gomen nasai Aya-kun…’

Omi slid his tongue between his teeth, careful to keep his lips closed.


Ken and Yoji rang the doorbell, “He~llo~~~~ Delivery here!”

Ken tapped on the door anxiously, “Koneko no Sama Ii delivery service… hello, are you home?”

Tetsuya looked through the eyehole, “Yeah? Why the hell are you here? We didn’t order anything!”

“It’s a special delivery, someone ordered you flowers, could you please open up to sign for them?”

“Just slide it under the door, I’m naked… I just took a shower.”

“We’re using electronic… gomen.” Ken gestured the palm pilot to be eye-level to the peephole, smiling and point to it with his eyes closed to give him a happy expression.

“Alright, alright, give me a minute to put and shirt and pants on or something.”

Tetsuya walked into the living room, “Guys… problem here! Some florists are outside with a delivery… if they see or hear him here they’ll call the cops for sure!”

Tsubaki sighed as he slowed mid-stroke. “Tetsuya, pick up that towel and shove it into his mouth, then move the silk screen to cover the entrance way to the hallway.”

Tetsuya nodded, “Hai.” He lifted the towel and Omi’s tattered shirt.

‘Just bite n…’ Omi’s eyes shot open as his jaw was pulled violently down, “OWwwwmrph!”

Tetsuya pushed the torn up green shirt deep into Omi’s mouth stopping again just before clearing the gag reflex. He then pulled the screen towards the hallway, wrapping the towel over his shoulders to hide the blood spots and feigned to dry his hair as he opened the door until the chain-lock halted it.

“Moshi-moshi, if you don’t mind can I just sign it from here? I have a bad cold and wouldn’t want either of you to get sick.”

Ken again gestured to the palm pilot, “Gomen, but you won’t be able to sign it through that small of an opening, don’t worry, we’ll help you pull them inside then be right out.”

He sighed, “Alright, but I don’t think I need your help on pulling them inside.” He closed the door, opened the chain lock and opened the door just in time to see a sheathed katana crack down at his hands knocking them from the door, he stumbled back as Aya rushed him, pushing his gloved hand into the man’s mouth and holding his tongue down.

“Where is he!”

Tetsuya began to wet himself as Aya’s grasp tightened, “I said WHERE!”

Tetsuya tilted his head towards the screen.

Ken bowed his hat, “I hope you enjoy the flowers sir, apparently Weiss felt you should have these… at your funeral, bai-bai now! Anou… Aya play nice.”

Ken shut the door leaving the flowers outside the hallway. “Darn, Yoji no one was home! What shit for luck, perhaps we’ll just get the bellhop to initial for them?”

Yoji fixed his glasses, “Hai, hai sounds good to me.”

The two left for the main elevator to the ground floor.


Omi winced and let out another gurgled scream, his ears rang with the sound of voices down the hallway, “Koneko no Sama Ii…” the smell of flowers and leather, ‘Ko…neko…no sama… ii? Freesia? Roses? …Aya!’

He let out a muffled, “mAymmA!” Tsubaki quickly pushed his hand around Omi’s throat and began to squeeze tightly.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Hatero, we have to kill him before they get in here… even if we’re caught he has to die!”

The silk screen hit the ground with a loud clatter as Tetsuya’s body was launched into it by Aya’s strong push.

“mAYmAKoom!!”

“Omitchi?” Aya’s eyes fixed to the opening in the hallway, “OMITCHI!”

Tsubaki looked to Hatero who looked back at him, “Omi? What a strange nickname Mamoru, is that your boyfriend? Does your koi even know your real name, hmm?”

Omi let out the loudest scream he could produce, “MAYAKOOM! MIME EN NEER!”

Aya looked over Tetsuya making sure he was unconscious then made a quick step into the living room and focal point of the scream.

“OMI!”

His eyes fell immediately onto the sight, his vision pulsed out into that of pure rage thenthen back again, two men forcing themselves into Omi, hanging from the ceiling, bloodied, tattered, exhausted and terrified.

“Omi…”

Tsubaki smirked, “So this *is* your koi Tetsuya mentioned, well, as I’m sure you’ve fucked him before too, would you care to join us?” He laughed deeply, woulwould you just prefer to see me slit his throat here and now.”

Tsubaki drew a serrated blade and pressed it into Omi’s neck, pressing it hard enough to bring up blood behind the blade’s edge. Aya’s eyes narrowed.

“Omitchi, close your eyes.” Omi gave a very slight nod as he did as he was instructed.


Omi opened his eyes into what he knew was a dream world, Aya held him closely in his arms, rose petals everywhere they could possibly walk, almost as if they appeared at the shadows of each of their feet, freesia dangling like chandeliers.

Aya, holding him and murmuring sweet nothings to him, “Aichaku Omitchi…Aichaku.”


Omi’s eyes slid slowly open as he felt a body press against his, the smell of leather, sweat, blood and flowers… flowers, mixed together in a harmony that only Aya could yield, the pulsing in his arms replaced by a gentle openness.

“Aya-kun… Aichaku…” Omi closed his eyes as he collapsed.