Crimson Visions
Rating: NC-17
“Sex is sex, whether hard, fast, and rough or gentle and soft. It’s only sex,
until you let your emotions get involved.”
“And then?”
“Then it gets complicated.”
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His eyes closed as the other’s hands slid under the tight shirt he wore pushing
it roughly out of the way. As the fabric stretched over his head, he reached his
arms up to help pull the shirt off only to have them shoved back down again. So,
it was going to be like that this time.
The marks from the last time the other decided to play were still covering his
skin. A scar had finally formed where the infected bite healed, long pale marks
from the scratches down his back, the bright purple bruise that had made it
difficult to sit for many days had faded long ago. All taken in stride, all
returned twofold on his given nights.
However, tonight was not his to give, not in that sense in any case, although,
he did give it willingly. Gave himself freely for the other to use as needed, to
release whatever pent up torment he suffered.
He felt the shirt twist tighter around his wrists before finding himself thrown
to the floor. As his knees hit the ground, he cried out, pain jarring his whole
body. A mistake, quickly realized on his part but even quicker on the other’s.
Hearing the air break as the hand came toward his face made him tense more. He
deserved it by his own agreement. Nights like this there were no sounds, no
cries, no going back. There were never any apologies; never any questions asked,
any answers given, these nights left to fade into memory never for them to speak
of, only relived the next time.
His lip busted, blood flowing down his face, but he remained still, not moving.
That would have made things worse. Instead, he found himself surprised by the
gentle touch lifting his face upward.
Opening his eyes, he looked up into the clear eyes of the other. Cold fierceness
met his gaze hurting him so completely he closed his eyes again. The hand that
had brought his face upward, slid across his lip, fingers gliding through the
blood before winding tightly into his hair.
The other’s mouth crushed his, as he pulled his head back farther. Lips parted
for the insistent tongue that demanded entrance even as it lapped at the slowing
blood from them.
The kiss broken off suddenly, he did not have a chance to catch his breath
before finding his mouth filled, nearly gagging at the sudden fury with which he
found himself forcefully put to use. Breathing deeply through his nose, he
calmed down enough to keep up with pace the other had set up. Hands gripped hard
into his hair pulling him in with every thrust into his mouth refusing to give
any leeway.
Pushed away violently he fell to the floor again before the other’s hands pulled
him to stand. Led around the room backward by his bound arms, he did not need to
open his eyes to know where they were standing.
Shoved face first into the desk, his head connected hard with the wooden
surface. The other kicked his legs apart, spreading him out so that his entire
upper body was laying flat on the desk. A firm hand upon his back held him
still, not that he had plans on moving after hearing the soft metallic click
near his ear. The cold metal blade slid down his back as further warning until
it came to the hem of his pants.
The near quiet rip of the material as the blade sliced through it sounded louder
in his ears than possible. He held completely still knowing how perilously close
the knife’s edge was to his body as it cut haphazardly through the cloth. His
heartbeat picked up wildly as the other did not stop at merely starting the
destruction of his clothing with the knife but instead, continued cutting the
material from rear hem to crotch.
The knife fell on the small of his back as the other’s hands ripped at the
fabric further exposing his ass to the open air. He could tell when the other
left, walking around the desk to rummage through the drawers looking for one the
bottle they kept there. The sound of the bottle opening reached his ears
followed by the squishing of lubricant worked to cover the other’s cock.
Warm and wet, he felt the lube slicked cock press between the cheeks of his ass
as a hand pulled at his hips raising and opening him up further. There was no
gentleness in the following moments as his body accepted the assault by the
other’s hardened organ as it pressed into his body. He bit his already sore lip
until it started bleeding again to keep from crying out as the other pulled his
legs up wrapping them around his waist.
With his arms tied behind him still, there was no way he could protect himself
as his body, with each thrust, was forced down into the hard wood. His head beat
onto the surface until the other slammed into his weary body one final time. The
other moved away from him, pulling out of his now hot and semen slicked ass,
leaving him in the same position and feeling completely empty inside.
-----
“Why did you stay like that? Sounds like an extremely abusive relationship.
Couldn’t have been healthy for either of you.”
“It got complicated.”
-----
Laying on the single piece of furniture in the small room he knew the moment the
other entered the room. Turning to him, he allowed the first smile in a long
time to touch his face. “You came back.”
Walking across the few steps holding them apart, he reached the bedside quickly.
“Nothing on Heaven or Earth could have kept me away from you.”
“And what of Hell?”
“I fear nothing of Heaven or Hell within your arms.”
A harsh laugh came from the form upon the bed, as if laughter was a long
forgotten art form to his throat, stiff and unnatural. “You never feared
anything.”
“Wrong. I feared losing you.”
Looking up once again into the calm clear eyes of the other, he reached out
pulling him down to the bed. “You were an idiot.”
“So I’ve been told, several times.”
They lay there face to face in silence for endless minutes touching hands
together, bodies remembering missed embraces. Gentle caresses across long
untouched skin sent shivers though out as they retraced familiar paths.
Stilled silence finally broken, one word whispered softly, “Why?”
“Why?” There was a look of confusion on his face, troubled at the question.
“Why did you leave?”
For a long time, there was no answer, only silence once more filling the room.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, not again. It’s just--difficult to
explain. Does it really matter? I’m here.”
“For now. You’ll have to leave again won’t you? Isn’t that how these things
work? Only so much time and then off to wherever it is you have to go.”
“You already know the answer to that. Do you really want to waste what time we
have talking? They’ll be back soon.”
Blue eyes and amber gold gazed into each other; both knew their time together
was short and passing far too quickly. “No, I’m tired of talking. I don’t want
to talk any more.”
-----
Walking past the tiny room, the attendant glanced quickly through the Plexiglas
window checking on the single occupant. The boy appeared to be asleep, his chest
rising with a slow and steady rate as he lie still. Such a sad case, he thought
as the man walked on to check on the others within his care.
-----
Hearing the soft steps leading down the hall, he turned once more toward the
door beside which the other stood.
“You’re getting good at fooling them.” There was a slight nod in agreement. “I
have to go now.”
“Stay with me.” A whimpered plea, he hated the way it sounded but he didn’t
care.
“I can’t. You know that.”
“Then take me with you. I don’t want to be alone again.” Now he was resorting to
begging.
“I--you have to get out of here first. Get out, and I will come back for you.
For now, get some sleep. I’ll stay with you until then.” He lay down again on
the single bed, wrapping his arms around the other he held him tight. “Go to
sleep.”
“And if I don’t? You won’t leave.” Simple logic, he knew, simple faulty logic
but he did not want to think about that.
“Yes I will. You’ll just have to watch me leave and I don’t want you to. Go to
sleep.”
“You’ll come back, right?”
“Go to sleep, get out, and then I will come back for you. Have I ever broken a
promise?”
He could feel the slight shake of the other’s head against his chest as his body
relaxed. “Go to sleep.” This time a soft nod came as the other pulled him
closer, afraid he would leave too early.
Soon enough the only sound in the room was the soft breathing of one deep in
sleep.
-----
It was suddenly becoming harder than he thought it would be. How could he say
the things he needed to without hurting the other more than he already would?
Sitting down at the desk originally he intended to type out his words before
realizing just how cruel that would be, how easily his words might be
misinterpreted. Nothing he did would make this any easier, but from his own hand
maybe the truth would come through.
You are not going to understand any of this and I am sorry for that. I cannot
make this any less difficult for you. Know that if nothing else was ever true--I
love you, in my way.
I have everything I could ever want, more than I ever thought possible. However,
it is not enough. I so want you to understand, but I don’t know how to make you.
You look at me and we both smile but it’s only on the outside as I protect you
from the emptiness I feel inside. I cannot let you love me that much, cannot let
you fall into this pit I feel myself in.
No one has ever noticed the truth. I’ve never let anyone in that close. You have
come nearer than you know. I’m tired of pretending, tired of faking it all.
Forgive me. Forgive me for the times I’ve dragged you down near the edge of my
sanity, for the times I hurt you more than you let on. Forgive me one last time
for this.
-----
“So how did you sleep last night?”
“Better. I slept.”
“Good. So what you were saying yesterday was things got emotionally involved
between the two of you, yes?”
“Yes.”
-----
Somewhere along the way, things had changed. Little things held different
meanings than they once did. Small touches, they way they spoke, the way they
looked at each other--little things that held so much. Not to say they woke up
less battered or bruised after their more intense nights, just that most
mornings someone else was there.
The little signs were there, whether they spoke of it or not--they did not have
to say it. Anyone could see the differences.
He was thinking of these changes when he arrived. Opening the front door he
walked in and immediately noticed the place was too quiet. There were no lights
on as well, another odd situation but one his mind quickly set aside as a
potential setup by his lover.
Following the safety lights on the stairs, he climbed up to their shared room.
Finding the door partially closed, he pushed it open enough to walk through.
Reaching out to switch on the light, a hand upon his wrist stopped him before
pulling him further into the room. The door closed firmly behind them, leaving
the room in complete darkness.
The other came up behind him, their bodies molding together as their hands made
quick work of his clothing. They fell to the floor, landing upon the rug in the
center of the room. His hand, connecting with the hardwood floor, felt something
sticky. Remembering to complain later about the mess, he put the incident out of
his immediate thoughts, as other things were demanding his attention.
Gentle caresses, time taken to feel and care. Sex is sex, but there is a
difference when emotions get involved. That was what had happened. They did not
have to say it. They proved it with their actions.
Quietly getting up, so as not to wake the other, he headed to the bathroom
desperate for a bath or shower. Whatever the liquid on the floor was now covered
his body; it had not bothered him so much until it started drying. Now it was
flaking and had started to itch upon his skin.
Closing the door, he turned on the light and caught a glimpse of himself in the
mirror as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. Raising a hand to wipe
away what he knew had to be an illusion, he found it was not so. He threw open
the door once more flooding part of the bedroom with light. Calling out to the
other, and not receive an answer he raced to the main door.
Turning on the light switch, he looked around the room. The once white rug, the
usually spotless floor both were covered in a fluid that had congealed to a
brownish-red, staining everything it touched including his body and that of his
lover.
He was still screaming when the staff found them.
-----
“I’ve come to a decision. I’m leaving.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I’m here voluntarily. I signed myself in and I can sign myself out. I’m
leaving.”
-----
He wondered how long it would take the others to come looking for him once the
word got out about his leaving. Not as if he could have kept it a secret for
very long, not with the local reporters always on the lookout for news. He would
just have to work quickly.
Heading straight for the Kaiba Corp. building he thought again, how lucky they
were Mokuba had left everything behind. The boy had moved on to other interests
long ago, leaving the company to the Board of Directors so he was free to do
other things. He would not be there to know what was about to happen, would not
be hurt as much by their actions.
As he walked past the girl sitting at the front reception desk she tried to stop
him, before realizing whom he was. It didn’t matter, as he walked into the
elevator not giving her time to say anything else.
They met at the top floor that the elevator would reach. Walking silently side
by side up the staircase to the top of the building, he reached out typing in
the access code to open the door to the roof. They walked out onto the hot
surface, eyes blinking as they tried to adjust to the blinding light of the sun.
Standing at the wall that rose up to protect anyone standing rooftop from a
sudden and unexpected fall, a hand came up brushing his wind tossed hair away
from his face. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” He looked into the other’s eyes and smiled taking away any sadness or
doubt that remained there. “I can’t do this any longer--I can’t. I’ve missed you
too much.”
“You’d better hurry then, someone will be here as soon as they figure out where
you went.”
He climbed to the top of the small barrier. Standing eyes closed as he heard the
door behind him open once more. “I’m ready, take me with you.” Reaching out he
took the other’s hand and fell.
-----
Two stories of some note where found in the Domino newspaper the next day. One
covered the front-page world wide as news worthy events of this magnitude did
not occur everyday. The other was only of note to a small group of friends but
it was just as important.
Kaiba Corp. CEO Dead
Domino, Japan
Seto Kaiba, CEO of gaming technology giant Kaiba Corporation died yesterday
after falling from the rooftop of the Kaiba Corp. building. No comments were
immediately available from either company spokespeople or from the remaining
member of the Kaiba family.
Kaiba, the world’s youngest businessman when he took over control of the company
after the death of his father, changed the entire face of the gaming world--
Further back, hidden among the obituaries was a small note to an old friend.
Angel watching over us,
Lead us on our way.
Path before us lighted
By those before us strayed.
Help us through the torment,
Life always goes on.
But here without you
How do we live?
It’s been a year now and we miss you still. May you finally have found peace,
Jounouchi.
--Your friends.
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