Something Like Torture

[A/N: Written for a friend over on y!Gallery.]

“Wake up.”

A harsh voice whispered into Hakkai’s ear, pulling him from an uneasy yet deep slumber. His eyelashes fluttered open, but all he could see was darkness. He tried to rub his eyes, only to find his arms immobilised. A cool breeze washing over his body alerted him to the fact that he was naked and at that point, panic set in.

“Calm down.”

The mysterious voice came again, without the previous harshness but still whispering. A warm hand pressed against his chest and Hakkai could feel the tips of sharp nails pressing against his flesh, but not digging in. Yet.

“Stop struggling. If you struggle, you’ll hurt yourself.”

It almost sounded as if the voice was sympathetic to his plight. A fellow captive perhaps, but who? It wasn’t any of the group, he knew that much – Sanzo’s whisper was far deeper, Gojyo’s far more seductive and Goku was virtually incapable of whispering. His pondering momentarily distracted him from his panic and his breathing slowed. The hand remained on his chest though, fingers twitching as if they wanted to sink into him.

Hakkai gulped, trying not to let the panic take over again. His throat was dry and it hurt to swallow. No sooner had he realised this than cool metal was pressed against his lips and water lapped at him. He opened his mouth and took a large mouthful, drinking it down gratefully. The hand left his chest and stroked at his throat and down, over his bobbing Adam’s Apple.

“Are you ready?”

Ready? Ready for what? The container of water disappeared and before Hakkai could ask what was going on, his mouth was filled with fabric, effectively gagging him. The hand which had been stroking the skin of his neck now closed around his throat, not enough to cut off his air supply, but enough to convince Hakkai that the last thing he wanted to do was to start struggling again.

“Good, good. Now we can start.”

With one hand remaining at his throat, Hakkai’s captor – there was now no doubt in Hakkai’s mind that the man could be anything other than his captor – leaned close enough for Hakkai to feel breath on his cheek. There was nothing unpleasant about the breath. Hakkai was mildly surprised by this. Surely villains all had halitosis? Wasn’t that a sign of evil?

Blindfolded, gagged and chained to a wall by some crazed youkai, in an unknown location and for an unknown reason, should have left Hakkai incapable of most emotions other than fear and anxiety. He should not have been trembling with anticipation at the thought of the lips which were kissing his cheek moving downwards to more sensitive areas. Nor should he have been arching his body so he could press against the other. And he absolutely should not have been purring deep in his throat when his captor’s free hand snaked around his waist and slid down to cup a buttock.

“You know,” Hakkai whined when his captor stopped kissing his shoulder to speak. “I think you’re enjoying this far too much.”

There was a hint of amusement in the voice, mixed with a little bit of a threat and a lot of arousal. The man no longer whispered, instead choosing to speak softly. There was no strong accent nor any recognisable inflections to the voice to give Hakkai a clue as to the identity of his captor, yet the voice instilled a calmness in him. It didn’t appear to be the voice of someone who wanted to cause him harm…did it?

The hand left his throat and travelled downwards, trailing over his sternum, diverting to flick teasingly at each nipple then down to his stomach. The other hand moved up and sharp nails scratched gently at the base of his spine. Hakkai couldn’t help himself. His hips bucked forward and his groin connected with his captor’s body. Naked body at that! Hakkai pressed himself harder against whatever body part he had come into contact with – from the feel, he guessed it to be a thigh. Whatever it was, it felt good to have something pressing against his erection.

Wait...erection? When had that happened? Hakkai decided he didn’t care when the stroking hand closed around his cock and squeezed. He bucked his hips again, thrusting into the fist surrounding him.

“Ah-ah! Not so fast – I wanted to have some fun first.

The hand left his erection. Hakkai whined. He felt warm air against his cheek once more and heard the soft voice.

“I’ll have to punish you now.”

Before he could react, Hakkai felt a sharp blow to his face as his captor back-handed him. He spluttered around the gag then felt wetness against his stinging cheek. His captor licked and kissed the red mark left behind by the slap. The claws at the base of Hakkai’s spine dug in, drawing small trickles of blood which dribbled down over the curve of his buttocks and between them. Both hands left Hakkai’s body for a second, then he felt them again on his waist before he was twisted around and pressed up against the wall. His captor kicked Hakkai’s legs apart and hands kneaded his backside.

Aaaah, now this was the kind of punishment Hakkai liked. Not that he would ever admit it to his traveling companions, not even Gojyo knew of this particular secret. It wouldn’t do to advertise the fact that he liked a little pain; that he enjoyed a bit of the rough stuff. His arousal increased when he felt his captor’s erection gently tapping against his inner thigh and he wiggled, trying to convey what he wanted.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?”

Again, that trace of amusement belying desire. Hakkai didn’t care that he’d just been insulted. Right at that moment, it was no insult – it was truth. If his captor wanted him to behave like a slut, he would. He pushed backwards and felt the tip of his captor’s erection slip between his buttocks and press at his opening.

“Don’t tense up.”

One hand shifted to Hakkai’s hip, the thumb stroking in soothing circles. The other gently grasped Hakkai’s erection. He tried to gasp, but the gag in his mouth made it difficult. In fact, breathing in general was becoming difficult for Hakkai, as he felt his captor simultaneously penetrate him and start to steadily stroke his cock. It appeared his captor had been kind enough to prepare him while he was out cold rather than – as he had kind of, sort of, expected and perhaps even hoped – take him hard and painfully. Hips rolled forwards and balls slapped against his own. Teeth sank into his shoulder and he wanted to cry out, he tried to cry out but the sound was muffled by the gag. He wriggled his tongue around, trying to dislodge the gag but again, as soon as he had the notion the gag was removed. Was his captor some sort of mind reader? An insane, mind reading, crazed youkai who just happened to be one of the best lays that Hakkai had experienced in a long time?

“Fuck, Hakkai.”

No amusement this time, just pure, unadulterated lust. The hand jerking Hakkai’s erection moved faster as his captor fucked him harder. Hakkai could feel various parts of his body scraping against the rough wall. His chin would be skinned, his arms covered in scratches, his wrists bruised by the cuffs around his wrists and Hakkai would love every scratch, scrape and injury.

The hand left his hip and roughly grabbed his chin, turning his head. He found his mouth being plundered by the other’s tongue and responded in kind, every bit as hungry and desperate as his captor. Hakkai met his captor’s every thrust, pushing backwards and jerking his hips forward. He could feel his climax building and building until finally he came, spraying the wall with his release. His captor followed close behind, letting go of Hakkai’s chin to once more grip his hip, hard. Hakkai felt the nails penetrate his skin as his captor reached his peak and filled him.

Too tired and sore to do much more than rest with his head against the wall, Hakkai panted and tried to regain his breath. His arms were released from their bindings and warm hands massaged them back to life. The blindfold was removed and although it was far from bright, Hakkai’s eyes couldn’t adjust to the light so he closed them instead. He felt himself being picked up and carried, then gently placed onto a soft, comfortable bed.

“Are you okay?”

The voice sounded concerned this time. Hakkai cracked open his eyes and peered at his captor.

“I’m fine,” he croaked. “That was um…unexpected.”

“But you enjoyed it, right?” Kougaiji looked at Hakkai uncertainly.

“Oh yes. I definitely enjoyed it!”

“Good,” Kougaiji dipped his head and gave Hakkai a brief kiss on the lips. “Maybe next time we face each other in battle, I’ll let you capture me.”

The end.