Hungry Dragon

Disclaimer: None of the characters present or mentioned in this fanfic belong to me, not do any of the settings. I'm merely rearranging some of the pieces to my liking.

A/N: I don't use honorifics (I don't have a firm grasp on them yet even though I've been a fan of anime/manga for over a decade at this point T.T). If anyone seems a little OOC please let me know. This will be my sixth fanfic. An edited version of this story was originally published on fanfiction.net

Odin watched the dueling applicants from the shadows. Worthless. They couldn't even take each other down. The late afternoon sunlight glinted off his glasses as he stood. On cue, Berserker stepped forward until the two applicants stopped fighting. He looked back at Odin as he popped his gum. Odin turned and walked further into the shadows. He smiled coldly as screams began to echo through the empty warehouse.

Odin leaned against the outside wall by the personnel door, waiting for Berserker to come out. The door finally creaked open, and Berserker stepped out into the soft dusk light. Odin spotted a fleck of blood on his cheek but said nothing. Silence hung between them as they walked across the parking lot. No words were needed for the mutual understanding they shared. They didn't necessarily call each other friends, nor allies. They didn't really feel any kind of loyalty toward each other. It was a thirst for violence and power that bound them together. Birds of a feather, and all that jazz.

Odin knew that Berserker would follow him tonight. Once they were safely inside the door to his apartment, he withdrew a pair of handcuffs from his jacket and cuffed Berserker's hands behind his back. The muscular boy didn't put up a struggle, even when Odin fastened a collar around his neck and snapped a chain leash to it. He tugged on the chain, indicating to Berserker to follow him.

Odin led Berserker into his bedroom. He studied his prey for a second and then leaned in to lick away the blood that was on Berserker's cheek. That was about as close to a kiss as they would ever get. Violent spirits like theirs didn't know how to be affectionate.

Odin finally spoke, "I'm hungry, Shougo." Odin bit Berserker's deltoid muscle hard enough to leave a mark.

"Ryu…," Berserker closed his eyes, "Ryuto."

Berserker had finally had enough of playing the slave. He flexed his muscles until the chain linking the handcuffs together snapped apart. He gave a smirk at the look of shock and disbelief on Odin's face. It was the only reaction Odin had time to give before Berserker grabbed his wrists and hooked a leg behind his knees, sending them both crashing to the floor. Berserker's grin grew with each shallow, panicked breath that Odin took. He rolled to the side and used his leg to flip Odin onto his stomach. Berserker pinned both of Odin's hands with one of his own and used the other to rip off the pristine white pants that Odin favored.

He had been waiting for this since the first time Odin had tied him and used him to satisfy his hunger following their first and only fight. Berserker had lost; and while he lay on the ground immobile, Odin had bound his hands behind his back and tied his ankles together. Berserker could only watch as Odin had teased his cock to attention and then impaled himself on it. After that, anytime Odin was itching for a good fight but couldn't find an opponent he would ask Berserker to accompany him home. Eventually it became an understanding.

Berserker knew that the two applicants wouldn't provide a worthy challenge to Odin. He had gotten hard just from predicting the outcome of things. This time though, he planned to use rather than be used. He steadied his cock with his hand and paused with the head pressed against Odin's twitching hole. He plunged into Odin's warm channel, which was accustomed to his size. Still, Odin cried out. In shock, in pain, in pleasure. Berserker really didn't care. Tonight he just wanted to find his own satisfaction.

Yet, he found himself letting go of Odin's wrists and reaching down to jerk him off as he pumped in and out of him. Odin came within seconds of Berserker filling him with his cum. He wrapped his arms protectively around Odin and flopped onto the floor so that they were laying on their sides. Craving the respite it offered, Berserker let himself drift into a very satisfied sleep with his cock still inside Odin.

Odin lay still in Berserker's arms. In the quiet aftermath, his mind was in another time and place.

He was hungry. He hadn't thought the inhabitant of the mountain cabin would return so soon. His master. His teacher. The Great Sage Fist caught him eating one of the cooling bread rolls.

"Well now, aren't you quite the hungry little dragon? If you're that hungry maybe I should feed you. You can be my pet as well as my disciple."

Ryuto did not know the meaning of fear, even then, so he stood motionless while his master advanced toward him. He didn't flinch or look away when his master untied the belt of his robes. He didn't so much as bat an eyelash when his training robes were torn from his body. Ryuto stood silent and motionless until his master pressed one unforgiving hand down on his shoulder, forcing him to his knees.

"If you are so hungry that you can't wait for the next meal, here is a snack for you. This should satisfy you in more ways than one. Now, open up."

Ryuto knew he could not deny anything his master demanded of him without punishment. The muscles in his cheek twitched and he parted his lips. Before he could properly open his mouth, his master had thrust forward. He choked as the rigid length was forced to the back of his mouth and down his throat. Tears came to his eyes while he tried to breathe past the obstruction. When he thought he would pass out from lack of air, his master withdrew. His relief was short-lived because in the next second his master began thrusting in and out of his mouth. On it went until a thick and salty liquid was expelled into his mouth. His master held his head in place, forcing him to swallow it.

Ryuto was then guided roughly to the single bed in the cabin. He was forced face down onto the mattress. Nobody heard his scream of pain that echoed through the beautiful peaks when his master fed him every bit of his manhood at once.

That time had sparked a craving in Odin. He craved power and fed on violence. Usually this was satisfied by the defeat of his opponents, but after that he realized there was another way to satisfy his needs. Sex. In a way it was like fighting using martial arts. One was dominant and forced the other into submission, claiming them. He had no desire in forcing women to lie with him, dominating them was too easy in most cases. The exceptions, such as Freya held no physical attraction for him.

Instead he found a perverse pleasure in dominating men. Most of the arrogant muscle-heads he fought were straight, and it thrilled him when he could force them into a state of arousal and satisfy his cravings at their expense. None of them ever spoke of it, and the only one he ever used more than once was Berserker. When there was a lack of opponents, he would dominate Berserker until he was satisfied. He never thought that it would come to this, that Berserker would turn on him. The unwilling seme had become a more than willing participant.

Odin was still awake when Berserker roused from his slumber. "Let me up. I want to shower and the floor is cold." Odin demanded immediately.

"No."

Odin refrained from asking why. Instead he waited for Berserker to speak again, which could take a while he knew.

After several long minutes had passed Berserker spoke again. "You can't wash me away anymore.  I own you now, Ryu."

Odin closed his eyes. He was a hungry dragon after all, why turn down a reliable source of food?

Well, I have to say that I really didn't expect this one to turn out this short... Then again, I don't think it would be possible for me to write a longer fic with this pair. They both are very hard to understand for me. Berserker because of his silence and Odin because of his heartlessness. This officially brings my Kenichi series to an end. I may do an epilogue-type story at some point, kind of showcasing the couples I paired up. The exception in that instance would be Kenichi himself. For some reason my brain has decided that after Sakaki "initiated" him he was able to get up the guts to ask Miu on a date. If anyone has a request they would like to make, feel free to ask; and I will do my best to oblige.

Regards,

Blanche