The Bodyguard

Do you know what it means to love someone? His heart froze, like everything within him had gone numb. Yet his heart was frozen to a point of pain. “Yeah, I do.”



“I don’t mean a parental love, or a love of friendship, I mean a love that is controlling, or maybe consuming. Do you know what it means to love someone?”



Again, there was that spark of energy and Nakahira shuddered. “Yes…I do.”



“Do you love the madam?” Taking a few steps closer, he began to concentrate his all on Nakahira, and he could feel it. His all? All of what exactly? What was this underlying pressure, sinking into his brain and making him crumple almost mentally?



“Y-Yeah…I do. She’s like a mother to me…” Nakahira swayed a little on the bed, but snapped himself back to attention and watched as Seimei towered over him.



“Are you sure? Once you commit it to words, you can never take it back…” He leaned over and Nakahira jerked back, crawling away from him a little.



He nodded vaguely. “Yes. The madam is like a mother to me. She took care of me for years…” The pressure was building and he didn’t know how long he could last.



Seimei reached forward and pushed Nakahira back onto the bed with no effort. He was smiling at the frightened Nakahira. “Don’t push me away…” Looking at his hands, he saw that they were up in a defense position and he lowered them a little, being reluctant to drop his guard. Seimei leaned in and whispered. “Have you given everything to the madam? Have you given her…Nakahira?”



“What?” He looked up at him, confused and a little insulted. “Don’t be stupid, I still have my ears!”



Seimei chuckled and he towered over Nakahira, though he didn’t touch him. He leaned in again and whispered. “Not your body Nakahira-san. Have you given everything to her? There’s more to yourself than your body. Your love, your hope, your life, your devotion, everything. Isn’t that what it means to love someone?”



Nakahira thought a minute, trying to get rid of that pressure he felt on his conscious. He shook his head a few times to clear it, but that didn’t help. The pressure got worse and he began to feel sick. His words weren’t painful, but they affected a part deep inside of him that he didn’t want Seimei to have access to. “Is that what you think it means to love someone?”



Seimei didn’t deter and he stayed on top of him. “I asked you Nakahira-san.”



Nakahira shook his head again and it helped slightly this time. He took a deep breath and looked at Seimei, into his deep eyes and put his hands on his shoulders, pushing him back. “No…Seimei, that’s wrong. No matter…how much you say you will give to a person, you will…never give them everything.”



Seimei’s look darkened a bit and the pressure stretched out, trying to envelope him even more. “Is that you’re answer?”



Nakahira winced, but nodded. “Yes. To give a person everything, is to give them your judgment of right and wrong, to…to give them your hatred and love, pain and pleasure…and do as they see fit with it. Like becoming someone’s doll.”



The pressure became great as Seimei towered over him again. “But that means you’re loved Nakahira.”



“Don’t use my name so lightly!” He ordered pushing Seimei back and he sat up, putting his hand to his head. “But it’s not real love to sit on a shelf and look pretty all day long…”



“You’d only be sitting on the shelf if you were precious to that person.” He said and reached out, stroking Nakahira’s light hair, making him pull back in slight revulsion. “If a person had so much more in mind, then they could use you properly…”



“If you aren’t precious to someone, then they don’t love you, is that right?” He hoped to get a thwarted Seimei with that one and maybe trip him up, but Seimei only smiled at him.



Shaking his head, Seimei got up. “No Nakahira-san…to be that precious to someone means they think you’re fragile, and you may very well be…to be loved can be either way.”



Nakahira sat there a moment in thought. “Why are you asking me this?”



“Why do you think I am?”



“Don’t answer me with another question!” He shouted, putting his head in his hands. He felt aggravated, and slightly annoyed and confused. He didn’t know how to handle Seimei, how to talk to him, why his words were effecting him in such a way. Tears of frustration welled up and he winced at the thought of crying in front of Seimei. “Just…go! Leave!”



“Do you want me to leave?” He asked and though Nakahira couldn’t see it, he could tell he was smiling. That voice of his told him that he was smiling smugly, in his own way. Seimei never appeared smug, but you could always tell when he was. You could always tell what he felt behind his face and his fake friendly smile. This man was not human. Nakahira never felt he was. He never felt that Seimei was even parallel to what one would call a human being. Worse than that, this inhuman being was someone he didn’t want to stop seeing. It was painful, to be a person’s plaything and when that person would never think of you as more than that, that struck harder and made deeper wounds than anything else.



“I want…” He paused, thinking a moment before sighing. His ears were flattened against his head. “I want my life…I want the life I had before you came here…” he said accusingly and lay back down, placing his arm over his eyes and relaxing. The tears subsided and he felt better.



There was silence. No smug remark from Seimei, no enticing or pressuring words from him, not even his name. It was eerie, almost sinister the way it all hung in the air around them. Hoping that Seimei would leave if he officially ignored him, he rolled over and faced the wall. It was only a moment before an arm reached over and turned him back over onto his back, Seimei looming over him. Taken by surprise, his instincts told him to attack the person who at the moment was a threat and his hands shot up, taking Seimei’s neck firmly in his grip. He grinned and tightened. There was a choked sound and Seimei had his hands in one of his large ones and was pinning them above his head. Nakahira stared, fear creeping into him before he reasserted himself and brought his knees together, pushing up into Seimei’s stomach with them in order to push him off but he held fast and Nakahira was stuck pushing against him uselessly. Seimei used his arms to shove the clenched knees aside before whispering, “I hate to lose…”



“What?” Nakahira looked up and glared. “Lose? What did you lose?!”



There was no answer. The older man leaned down and began kissing Nakahira’s neck, taking him by surprise. He was expecting something different, something more…painful. A shiver shot through him and he gasped as a hand traveled up his shirt. There were no words, nothing, just caresses that tantalized Nakahira’s nerves and made it hard to concentrate. He pushed against Seimei’s hand, but he held on tightly. “Seimei! Stop!”



The hand holding his own disappeared a moment to pull the shirt away, but it was back to holding him down again, using the shirt to help tie him up at his wrists by twisting and tangling it. Nakahira felt an unpleasant feeling gnaw inside him. What was he going to do to him? Rape him? It seemed as though things were headed in that direction, but then again, would Seimei risk his ears? The madam, and others, would certainly notice if his ears and tail had gone missing. “Nakahira-san…”



He looked up and into Seimei’s face. His eyes were dark, sinister, and they truly glared at him for the first time. Nakahira’s body froze and he didn’t know what to do. His first instinct was to take the time to fight back, but he couldn’t find the strength. When Seimei said his name, all his vigor seemed to rush out of his system. “Seimei…stop…”



A feral grin spread across his face. “That’s better…the madam will hear you if you cry out too much Nakahira…” He whispered, leaning in again. He reached down and stroked Nakahira’s side as he kissed along his chest, feeling his way across the lean body he had pinned to the bed. The madam…she would certainly know something was wrong if she heard him, or even saw him the next morning without his ears. Nakahira was beginning to think that Seimei didn’t care much that he lost his ears at all. His eyes slowly closed and he thought a moment before opening them again. “Nakahira…”



Flinching, he turned his cheek to Seimei, not wanting to look at the satisfied look on his face. “Stop…please…”



Seimei ignored his voice and continued to kiss and lick down his stomach. His mouth trailed down further until he got to his pants, which he undid and began sliding down over his waist. Nakahira jumped and his defenses seemed to turn back on. He brought his knees together and narrowly missed colliding them both into Seimei’s head. Twisting again, he hoped to get off of the bed and run, but he only managed to his stomach before Seimei was on him again, rolling him to his back and using Nakahira’s belt to tie his bound hands to the headboard. “If you don’t stop flailing around Nakahira, you’ll wake up the madam. You could call for her, you know that right?”



He knew that, but he didn’t want her to see him in this compromising situation. His pride wouldn’t let him more for the fact that he was trained to take care of times like these. Nakahira turned his face to the side and his cheeks burned. Seimei continued pulling his pants off, but Nakahira didn’t move; he had his mind on how to get himself out from under Seimei.



Nakahira’s thoughts were in vain as Seimei pulled his pants off completely and showed his bare groin, his cock laying half aroused between his thighs. With a surprised sound, he felt Seimei begin to stroke him. It was difficult to keep his body from registering the pleasure that spread through his loins and the heat that began in the pit of his stomach. What was more, Seimei continued to tease him, building the pleasure then backing off and completely stopping sometimes. “Dammit…let go Seimei!”



Seimei turned his eyes upward and the smoldering look in them, of anger and sadistic pleasure, made Nakahira shiver. It went right through him, and seemed to see everything that Nakahira felt and everything he knew to be true. “Nakahira…” That whispered word, that simple name that he had heard for over a decade now, created a chasm between his self control and the lust and desire that was being created by the man between his legs now. His eyes glazed and he took deep breaths, his heart rate quickening as Seimei stroked him again. He felt a pain tightening in his chest, winding him up tighter and tighter until he felt that he couldn’t breathe. What…is this pain? I’m suffocating…



Nakahira felt something hot descend onto his erection and with a quick glance down at his groin, he discovered with great surprise and slight disgust that Seimei had taken Nakahira into his mouth, beginning to suck him as he bobbed his head up and down between his legs. He gave an airy gasp and snapped his head up, his eyes wide as they stared at the ceiling. Every breath was painful, but still he panted and strained for air as Seimei’s head bobbed and his tongue teased the tip of his cock with each time he came up. His lips were unbelievably soft for a cruel man, and the thought that they could produce such hurtful words and hateful smiles make Nakahira want to cry. The pain in his chest made him want to cry. “S-Seimei…I can’t…I can’t breathe…”



His voice was so unlike his own that the situation began to scare him, but his brain was being bombarded with shock after shock of pleasure and pain. At first, they were subtle things, softly attacking his brain without much similarity between them, but then as Seimei found more ways to tease him and play with his cock, they mingled until Nakahira found every painful gasp to be enticing and arousing. Even as Seimei reached up under his shirt and found a nipple, pinching it painfully, it made him gasp and even attempt a moan. It wasn’t long before all thought and reason escaped him, and his body was running on pure adrenaline and passion as Seimei sucked the head, kissed along the shaft and came back up again, taking all of the other man in his mouth and bobbing his head again. Seimei continued to please Nakahira, even venturing so far as to press a finger down against his entrance, swirling it around the puckered skin to see his reaction.



With his hips jumping off of the bed, Nakahira felt a jolt run through him and he whimpered. Seimei chuckled under his breath, his mouth still around his erection. The vibrations from it shivered up through Nakahira’s spine and he gasped again, seeing as he was unable to cry out, as he would have done originally had he been able to breathe. Seimei didn’t go back to that spot, only continued to please Seimei more, sucking eagerly, moving his head faster to help build Nakahira’s climax. He could feel it building, and with its build he saw a fuzzy black thing creeping at the edge of his vision. I…I’m going to faint…He thought, tilting his head back down to look at Seimei. “H-Help…” He whispered, trying to keep his consciousness and his thought process as he began to lose it. “Seimei…help…”



His eyes were cold. Those dark eyes stared up like bloodless glass beads. They looked at him with disdain and Nakahira felt deep inside that he could never receive an ounce of mercy from this man. He may even die in that moment, when he would reach the height of his climax and his brain would finally stop running. Nakahira didn’t want to cry, but he felt tears prick his eyes and he couldn’t help but let them flow as he gasped and wheezed, trying to make some sound, but unable to. Seimei moved faster, his fingers running along his body, gripping him hard, growling slightly under his breath and sending vibrations throughout Nakahira’s lower regions and making his legs twitch. The way he gripped Nakahira hurt, but the light haired man didn’t mind for it only added to his pleasure that he was beginning to peak. His vision was going, and the fuzzy black edges had spread and almost completely devoured his sight now. He couldn’t think, he could only hope that if he died, he did so soon so as to stop this pain that he felt in his chest. “P-Please…help…” He whispered weakly.



His final plea was unanswered. Only the wheezing pants greeted Nakahira’s ears and he arched his back, finally tumbling over the edge of that peak and falling headlong into his climax. It was so great that his mind went blank and instead of everything going dark like he expected, he only saw white. A brilliant white in his head that numbed his brain and took his senses. There was only the great relief of release, and the strangled cry that he emitted as his whole body was shaking there on the bed. Then everything went dark, and there was nothing.





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