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Morishige would never tell Kizami anything about his personal life. The man was a serial killer, and a brutal sadist. It didn’t matter that Morishige got off on that, it didn’t mean he wanted to die or bring the others around him to harm. The only reason the psychopath hadn’t killed him as of yet was because it was easier to get his satisfaction from one person rather than drawing unnecessary attention and risk by finding a new victim each time he wanted to fuck.
Kizami didn’t know Morishige’s name, he didn’t know he attended university, and he had very carefully and deliberately led Yuuya to believe that he was entirely socially isolated. There was no sense putting Mayu, Mochida and the others at risk, after all. Just to see the fear and anguish on his face Kizami would go out of his way to kill all of Morishige’s friends. Creatively. This endeavour wasn’t without risk.
There was, of course, benefit too. If there weren’t any benefits Morishige would have run far, far away from here by now. The way Kizami used and hurt him was delicious, but the best of it was the way the fucked-up sight of his own wounded and broken body made him feel. Quite literally having a tangle with death then admiring the physical evidence did things to him, excited him beyond words. It was so good, he could barely manage to care about what his friends would think of him if they knew once he was lost in the moment…
“Hm. I don’t much appreciate you drifting off,” Yuuya’s rich voice started. “How rude of you to daydream when I’m trying to have a conversation with you, meat,” the serial killer said with deceptive calmness. He had upset him by thinking too hard. Morishige shivered both in fear at the knowledge and in sick delight at the degrading name. Having nothing else to call him, Kizami had referred to him as this from the beginning. It was perfect for the situation, added to it, reminding the university student constantly that he was mere cattle to Kizami and could be killed as such at any moment.
He must really have no sense of self preservation to enjoy that.
Suddenly, the student was backhanded so harshly that the crisp sound of it rang through the whole room and the taste of blood invaded his mouth. Distantly, he registered that the slap had caused him to reflexively bite his own tongue. All he could do was savour the coppery taste of his own life force
“Haha…hahahaha! You are fucking pathetic, I just hit you and you look unbelievably satisfied!”
The mocking words were possibly the single sexiest thing he had ever heard, and he knew that Kizami knew exactly what effect they would have on him. A noticeable bulge began to show in Morishige’s pants and the serial killer himself started to look primal and lustful. It was usually at this point that his self-control started to snap, which meant-.
Morishige gasped as Yuuya dived on him as though on cue, sinking his teeth directly into the student’s bare shoulder and pushing him back on the bed forcefully. Pain lanced through the muscles there, sharp and insistent as teeth split the skin apart mercilessly. Something warm started dripping down his shoulder and when he heard Kizami moan he realised the killer had bitten him hard enough to draw blood.
As usual, a haze fell over his mind at that first real unleashing of the other man’s inner animal. How simply delectable… Kizami pulled away from that initial wound only to repeat the action on the other shoulder, drawing low little hisses and pants out of the glasses-wearing male.
“I am going to fuck you so wildly, I am going to cut you, I am going to make you cry,” Yuuya growled out into his shoulder after he finally stopped biting. Had Morishige not enjoyed the pain so much (had he been less of a sexual deviant) then the temporary break from the savage attacks on his body would have been a relief. However, being as he was meant that even this early on into their activities the student whined at the loss of pain. “You little masochist.”
Being called out so bluntly like that made Morishige’s cock twitch, but the little remaining dignity he wanted to grasp for a while longer bristled at the serial killer talking as though he was above him. Maybe he would regret it later, but he just had to snipe back for the sake of his own pride.
“Sadist brute,” the student shot back with as much of Kizami’s calm arrogance he could muster. Kizami’s eyes shone at the challenge and his lip curled into a cruel smile. Miraculously, Morishige was not dead yet for the little bit of resistance he showed.
His evening partner grabbed him roughly by the shoulders in response, pressing his thumbs painfully into the deep bite wounds he had just left there. Morishige could not repress the pained whimper that left him from the intense throbbing and stinging of those still-bleeding injuries at the action. The sound seemed to please Yuuya, because he started to laugh quietly to himself before letting go.
Just because he let go of his shoulders, that did not mean he was anywhere near done with Morishige. They both craved violence, after all; Kizami craved doling it out while the student desired being on the receiving end of it. Something glinted in the corner of his vision, and it was with no small amount of anticipation that he recognised it as the serial killer’s favoured knife.
“Oh, you are fun to toy with,” Kizami drawled with a psychotic grin. “I’m going to have a lot of fun carving you up, meat.”
“Have at me,” Morishige responded all too eagerly, face flushing slightly from excitement.
There was no more time wasted after that. With an animalistic noise, Kizami straddled the shorter man and pressed the knife lightly to his throat. For a while he avoided making any cuts, just lightly running the flat of the knife over Sakutaro’s mostly-unblemished skin. It was a familiar game, meant to draw out the anticipation of the pain and the blood. Although, in part, it was also because Kizami was a psychopathic artist, every single stroke of the brush (or, in this case, cut of the knife) carefully considered to make the most appealing picture. To draw out the most pain.
Morishige simply focused on his breathing, keeping it even and steady. Succumbing to panic would not do him any favours with Kizami. It always shocked him how difficult it was to keep calm even though he consented, even though the university student enjoyed this. It was the animal in him, his natural survival instinct recognising a threat and wanting desperately to protest at that base level. The jump of fear in his chest every time the knife came out just enhanced the experience, though. Such bliss.
Finally, at long last, there was a sudden stinging sensation around the bit of skin which connected his shoulder and neck. The familiar feeling of something warm and wet dripping down his shoulder made him shudder. Without hesitating Yuuya dived down, licking and sucking mercilessly at the wound, more desperate than normal for the taste of his prey’s blood on the tip of his tongue. All Morishige could do was helplessly grow harder and more aroused as the killer feasted savagely on his blood with the same intensity he imagined a vampire would.
The process repeated for a while, Yuuya making semi-shallow cuts on Sakutaro’s body. At some point while the student was enveloped in his mental haze the two of them had ripped off their clothes and thrown them unceremoniously onto the closest bit of floor. As Kizami finished lapping at a particularly satisfyingly painful cut near one of his nipples, Morishige prepared himself for the next sting, ready to embrace even more pain. However, it never came.
Instead, a bloodied knife was placed disturbingly close to his face.
“Look at it all, meat. There is so damn much,” Kizami breathed out, voice shaking from his intense excitement. “It makes me want to bleed you dry…”
The look in his eyes was so intense that for a moment Morishige worried, believing the killer may seriously damn the consequences and finish him off at last. He tensed briefly, however soon forced himself to calm down when he noticed Yuuya wipe the knife clean on the bedsheets and then toss it carelessly onto the floor with the clothes.
“As of now, though, I would rather fuck you senseless.”
As expected of the sadist, and as per what they both preferred, Kizami wasted no time going in dry with no preparation. It was not like it was terrible, Morishige had the common sense to briefly prepare himself at least a little before one of these little meetings, but he kept it minimal enough for the initial entrance to burn like hell.
It never failed to bring pained tears into the student’s eyes. No one should misunderstand, he enjoyed it tremendously, but the sensation was just so much! Out of pure stubborn pride, he refused to let them shed, instead blinking them back before Kizami could notice. He must have at least pulled a face, though, because the serial killer let out a mad laugh, as he was prone to doing whenever he saw pain he found exquisite.
“Poor little thing,” he crooned insincerely, pinning Morishige roughly down by the shoulders. “Please cry, I do so love it when you break.”
Pride begged him not to give it, to blink back his tears and take what was given with grace and dignity, but a deeper part of him screamed ‘to hell with dignity’! He wanted desperately to give in and let Kizami see that pathetic crying face. They would both get off on it; the killer on the breaking, and Sakutaro on the humiliation.
After a very brief inner war the masochist won out, and he let his tears flow freely down his cheeks. His breath became slightly shallower because of the crying, and Kizami appeared as the cat who got the cream. Or the cat who killed the mouse… That was the face of no mercy. Yuuya was enjoying this far too much to stop now, he was going to go fast and so delightfully rough and hard.
In no time at all the serial killer started to quickly thrust his hips, putting his entire body weight onto Morishige in an attempt to overstimulate him. It hurt so wonderfully, and there was so much intense pleasure! Kizami’s chest rubbed against his own as they moved, agitating all the cuts and the little scratches which peppered his body from earlier. They stung and throbbed with pain, his heart beating faster and faster in his chest, because oh yes-!
The drag of a large cock inside him just made everything better. It was still dry as of now, making the texture and the soreness of it rubbing against his insides even more acute.
“Show me more of that pained expression, meat! Cry for me!”
“Ah-K-Kizami…! Oh, fuck!”
Everything was so much, the levels of pain and pleasure running higher than they had all evening, every part of his body feeling abused and battered. Morishige could barely think, he could only feel, giving in to his most primal side as the sense of danger mixed with all the physical sensations to form a crescendo and-…
“Ha, pathetic,” the killer taunted in a cruelly light voice. Morishige had released all over himself like some kind of virgin teenager yet again.This always happened when he spent a night with the killer; the student came embarrassingly prematurely because Kizami knew every single one of his buttons. He knew exactly ow to make him tick, and both men enjoyed it immensely when Yuuya exerted that level of power. “I can ruin you so easily, meat.”
There was an almost dangerous quality to the killer’s voice which alarmed Morishige out of his overstimulated haze. If he didn’t know any better he would have considered that to be a threat…
“I haven’t had my release yet, my little meat, and I want to hear you cry again,” the murderer murmured lowly next to his ear, the warmth of his breath dancing along Sakutaro’s skin disturbingly intimately. He couldn’t help but to shudder as Kizami pressed a low and light kiss to the shell of the same ear. Something was not right, this was too gentle and considerate for Yuuya. The taller man must have something planned. Something horrifying and different to the expected pain and bruising Morishige was familiar and comfortable with. A soft chuckle was proof that he was enjoying the obvious paranoia and panic slipping into the student’s expression and body.
Eventually, the taller man pulled away and delivered a sudden sharp thrust once more. Having mostly adjusted, it was far less painful than before, however the shock still had a sharp cry tearing through his throat. This was Kizami’s favourite part of it all; when Sakutaro had been bullied into an early release and became more sensitive and responsive. It was less pleasurable for him, and felt more like someone was agitating some exposed nerves. Obviously, that was more fun for the killer. He was not going to let Morishige get to the end of this without tears. He never did.
It would probably be easier to give it and just cry now. He was an actor and he was one of those fortunate, fucked-up people who could cry on command. Acting experience allowed him to do so convincingly, which meant he could save himself some time and trouble by just making Kizami believe he had gotten what he wanted by crying now. Personal pride, however, was his sworn enemy in these situations as per usual and prevented him from doing exactly that. If Kizami wanted him to cry then he would have to earn those tears, Morishige was not going to reduce himself to a mess of tears without cause again!
“That gleam in your eyes… Defiant little thing,” the murderer mused out loud, sounding more entertained than anything else. “You aren’t far enough beneath me like this, you need to learn your place. You are nothing but a thing for me to break.”
Without waiting Kizami pulled out of the student, causing him to his faintly at the suddenness of the action. Fuck, it hurt…
“I would rather have you choking on my cock.”
Morishige’s eyes widened as the bed shifted and his sexual partner appeared in front of him, gripping him tightly by the hair and forcing his face down to his crotch. The meaning was clear. ‘Don’t keep me waiting, whore.’
Maybe from impatience or maybe just for the hell of it, Kizami pulled his hair suddenly, causing his scalp to burn horribly. Despite having cum already, the student felt his dick twitch with interest. It made it more difficult to focus, but he had to pull himself together. After a few seconds, he managed to gather the presence and awareness to part his lips and grant Kizami’s cock entrance to his mouth.
As soon as he did Yuuya wasted no time, he used his grip on Morishige’s hair to set a punishing face, forcing the student to take his considerable manhood all the way into the back of his throat every time he brought his head down.
Some kind of instinct kicked in, making Morishige want to put some effort into pleasing his partner. With as much energy as he could muster, he moved his tongue occasionally to add to the sensations. Most of the effort, however, went towards trying to swallow around the cock when it was in his throat, knowing that the serial killer enjoyed the feeling of his throat tightening around him.
The reward for his actions came in the form of Yuuya letting out low and long groans and curses as he tightened his grip on Sakutaro’s hair even more. Without fanfare or any warming the movements stilled, Kizami’s cock buried deep in his throat as something warm started to slip down. Finally, the psychopath had found his peak… It was done.
As the two of them separated Morishige was vaguely aware that parts of him were still bleeding, but it was fine. It was over now, he could take a break and heal before the next time. As big as the two of them talked, neither had the stamina to go for multiple rounds. It was usually one short and brutal affair.
Both of them panted faintly, Kizami still coming down from his high and the student just genuinely trying to catch his breath. A cock in one’s throat didn’t tend to help one breathe. Absent-mindedly, Sakutaro started to search for his clothes while occasionally pausing to rub a particularly sore part of his body. There was quite a bit of minor damage that would surely give him an inner thrill for days to come. As much as he enjoyed it, however, he had to admit that he had his limits and did tend to feel relieved when the danger had finally passed.
Though, had it passed?
This was different to before…
“Did you think we were done, meat?” Yuuya’s smirk was cold and cruel, nothing but the predator within showing. “I told you I wanted to see you cry again, and I know exactly how.”
This wasn’t good. Clearly, whatever this was had nothing to do with sex. Sex was good and safe, as tired as he was it was what he hoped this would turn out to be. Any alternative could not be good. With Kizami, the alternative was almost certain to involve a dead body. Since Morishige was the only one here with him… His dead body.
The thought was like a bucket of cold water thrown over his head. Suddenly, there was no pride or shame or leftover haze from pleasure. There was nothing but crystal clear thoughts and a lump in his throat. It was more true than ever now, the student was mere meat; an animal to be slaughtered. Fear took root deep inside his heart, preventing him from coming up with any other explanation or a solution to the problem. He was pure primal prey.
“Ha, you look so scared. It’s almost better than the tears I so desperately want. It’s time though.”
‘It’s time.’
That sounded so final. There was a further shift in the air and Morishige felt like he could barely cope. For all his life he had prided himself on being the most level-headed individual he knew, the calm and calculating one who could be relied on in difficult situations, so feeling so lost and afraid broke down his spirit faster than anything physical ever could. He hated the feeling.
“You see,I have a special guest with me today, meat. Would you like to find out who is here with us?”
Oh no. No, no, no, wait! Someone else? Was this really it? Honestly, Morishige had thought that he would see a warning sign once Kizami decided to kill him. He thought he would have time to flee the city. After all, the serial killer was a gory artist, he would need time to plan and prepare; choose exactly the right method and tool and location. Had the student been arrogant all this time in assuming he would be observant enough to see this coming and keep himself safe?
He was going to die. He was going to die at age twenty without ever seeing Mayu again, without ever excelling in his course and graduating, without being able to do anything about it! Everything he had felt with Yuuya Kizami had been true, he was just helpless prey, cattle, a life for the killer to snuff out. He was going to be killed and replaced and there was nothing he could do.
“Haha, are you that afraid? Poor little thing,” he purred mockingly, obviously very much enjoying the panic in his proud prey’s eyes. Morishige shouldn’t have expected any different to that sick enjoyment. “I wouldn’t have thought you would hate our guest so much! Poor girl, is she not meant to be your best friend? You fucking coward.”
Icy fear shot into his core and his blood chilled.Best friend? As far as Kizami knew Morishige was completely socially isolated, so what was he playing at? There was no possible way the psychopath could have found out about Mayu, he had been far too careful! Just like Kizami he had kept his cards too close to his chest to read!
Hadn’t he?
“What do you mean? You know…I-I don’t have friends.” The student tried and failed to keep his voice from wavering. Just like that the charade was over. Yuuya would know he was lying. If before had been a bluff and a lucky guess then Kizami would at best act on it now he knew he was correct. At worst he had known for a while and had already acted.
There were no words and a nervous glance up at the killer’s expression revealed that he was simply amused at Morishige’s feeble little last hurrah. Damn him!
Kizami simply started to dress himself, losing interest in his victory while Sakutaro just sat on the floor in defeat. As the taller man finally left the room the student could only feel sorry for himself. This was all his fault, wasn’t it? He and Mayu were both in immense amounts of danger. At best Kizami would keep the both of them like his little pets, and Mayu would suffer, and it would become too much for even Morishige. At worst…
He was pathetic, the worst friend in the world.
Morishige’s eyes shot up and his entire body tensed when he heard noises on the other side of the door again. Shuffling feet, a faint deep chuckle, a familiar little whimper…
When the door opened and Mayu was indeed bound and held at knife point, the dam finally burst and tears of despair fell down his cheeks. He hated this feeling, he hated it, he wanted it to stop-
“...red…Red, red, red…! Red, red! RED!”
The mood shifted instantly and Kizami released his hold on Mayu. It wasn’t he safest method in the world, but it was the fastest and so the man used his knife to cut the soft rope binding Mayu’s wrists together.
“Suzumoto… Mayu, are you feeling alright?”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate to answer, though her concerned gaze never left her sobbing boyfriend.
“Good, please go and get us some water, sweetheart. Bring the good biscuits too. I will soothe Shig, and then we can focus on some real aftercare,” their shared dominant and lover instructed with a gentle but firm tone.
Mayu instantly went off to fetch the items that had been requested. Morishige watched her go through vision blurred by both tears and the sudden removal of his glasses. Someone was knelt in front of him, making himself as small and unintimidating as possible, and that person took his glasses carefully from his face. Yuuya.
“Shig, it’s going to be just fine. Remember that all of this is just a charade,” his dominant said in a level and soothing voice. “I would never hurt you, I would never hurt Mayu. I love you both very dearly.”
Morishige awkwardly swiped at his teary eyes with the sleeves of his shift, trying to let the words sink it. They weren’t in that world anymore, that terrifying world where Kizami was someone to be feared and distrusted, where there was scheming and plotting and blood and weaponry. Somehow they had made it back to the reality where Kizami was someone who blushed when Mayu did something cute and enjoyed mystery novels, who Morishige knew owned the fluffiest pair of blue slippers and enjoyed singing off-key in the shower. The loving man who had never missed a single one of his or Mayu’s plays.
He had brought himself back to that world, hadn’t he? By saying the safe word and putting an end to everything when he wanted. How had he gotten so into the scenario he had let himself forget that it wasn’t real, that he had that power? Finally, his tears slowed and he gathered the awareness to recognise that Kizami was placing his glasses back on his face. They were miraculously spotless. The dominant must have cleaned them for him.
“There you go… Can I hug you, Shig?”
“Yes…”
Warm arms brought him close, and even though Yuuya was slender Morishige felt small enough right now that he felt enveloped and shielded anyway.
“Would you like to talk about what happened?”
At that moment, Mayu walked in with the water and biscuits, and a particularly large blanket they had bought from a charity store a couple of months back. It was a ridiculous cream fluffy monstrosity, but it was big enough to fit all three of them and therefore they all loved it. Before anything else his girlfriend ensured that Sakutaro took a big sip of water.
“Are you going to be okay, Shig, bro?”
“Quite… Quite alright, thank you… I’m slowly coming back down,” Morishige admitted with a shaky sigh, leaving the warmth and comfort of Kizami’s arms to pull his Mayu into a shaky embrace. “I… I think I was in the wrong mind for this today, but I didn’t realise it. I found myself getting more sucked in until… I forgot the scenario wasn’t real. Everything felt too…too genuine. It was too much today.”
The admission lifted a further weight from his chest, and the comforting presence of his boyfriend combined with the soft care of his girlfriend was all he needed to ground himself enough to cope.
Kizami joined the hug with both of them, dropping loving kisses to the tops of their heads.
“We’ll talk more about this when everyone is more stable and present,” Yuuya said soothingly. “We can come up with measures to make sure this doesn’t happen again. For now, I think the blanket, biscuits, and some human contact would be best.”
Morishige managed to smile weakly when he heard that. Mayu and Yuuya were here, and they cared so deeply. The scenarios they got into were fun most of the time, but on days where they faltered they had each other to lean on. It was comforting to consider. There was nothing to worry about.
With Mayu resting carefully on his shoulder and he himself resting on Kizami while his two loves holding hands over him, he knew that he was always going to be safe with them. There was nothing to worry about, and next time they tried this Morishige felt reassured it would be an incredible experience.