[FAN FIC] Saturation 02
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tired_n_deadinsideTitle: Saturation,
Chapter: Two,
Beta: None,
Notes: Takaba's POV. Summary, Pairings, Disclaimers, in-depth Ratings and Warnings can be found in the First Chapter's head- and footnotes. Ratings are based on each chapter not the overall fic. This chapter is 17+ for BDSM, lemon, non-consent, prolonged torture and psychological trauma,
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-- 02 --
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The thick hardness in him seemed to throb to the rythme of his heartbeat. Takaba shook his head desperately, trying to clear the heavy haziness in it. Or he thought he did. It was hard to think. Hard to know if his body was doing what his brain was telling it to do. His limbs didn't seem to be attached to his head. Everything seemed to be doing its own thing.
Looking down he could see his penis arch away from his body. It was angry and red, cloudy pre-cum was dripping slowly from the smooth, swollen head. It thwacked wetly against Asami's flat, muscled stomach with every move the older man made against him. He swallowed, wanting to cry at the startling pain and scream in pleasure all at the same time but unable to do neither.
He was so scared he could barely breath. Scared of the pain. Scared of the pleasure. Scared of what Asami could make him do next. Make him do it as if he, Takaba Akihito, wanted to do it. As if he had any control over what's happening.
"You don't even like me," he heard himself moan.
He hadn't meant too but he'd managed to bully his legs into supporting him in order to lift himself up. He just forgot Asami's broad hands was holding his hips down and only succeeded in shifting the painful fullness inside of him to hit something that sent sparks of crackling fire and ice up his spine.
"Like is not needed for this act, Takaba. Neither is love," Asami murmured after a moment of silence.
He could hear the amusement and thickening arousal in the man's voice. Asami might have been savoring the feeling of what Takaba had accidently did. At the thought he shivered and Asami's fingers dug into his hips.
"Yes," Asami hissed, leaning towards him, "do that again."
"No!" Takaba felt tears burning trails down his cold, cold face. It made the man's face disappear in a pale blur. He was glad. He never could lie effectively and with his eyes level to Asami's disturbingly sensual lips Takaba's hair-trigger stubborness was no-where to be found.
"Pouting," Asami said, "is not attractive on anyone over the age of seven."
"Neither is rape!" He shouted back at the pompous man, "At any age!"
Asami surged to his feet and Takaba, startled and horrified, heard himself scream at the overwelming fullness threatening to puncture his guts. He'd felt the sharp, tearing pains around his rectum which did a marvelous job of clearing his brain and rendering him speechless for a few heartbeats. He went completely limp and felt Asami nearly lose his hold on him.
Asami hitched his legs up over his arms in a position that had them both arching their backs involuntarily. Takaba realized his torso was almost parallel to the floor. In this manner the erection inside of him was even more...pronounced. The shock and pain from it kept him from fighting back in any effective manner.
In a dim corner of his gibbering brain Takaba realized the older man was furious. Why? Wasn't Takaba the one being raped? Then Asami jerked him upright, shattering all coharent thought, in a move that had their chests nearly touching. It surprised a soundless, sobbing cry from him and sent boiling bolts of pain up his insides. In that moment the pain-wrapped pleasure was him.
With their lips nearly touching Asami snarled through gritted teeth, "Tell me I'm raping you. Say it!"
His entire body clenched helplessly at the tone and the sizzling pain made him feel as if his ass was on fire. Asami's penis actually pulsed, the odd sensation registered inside his pelvis at the same time as Asami spoke and he shook his head, literally unable to understand the words. He was hanging in mid-air, supported only by Asami's apparently effortless strength and the chains hooked to the bicep-to-wrists arm sheaths.
"It hurts!"
The exclamation came out in a series of wet stutters and shrill gasps that rendered his own voice almost unrecognisable. He didn't even realize he'd said it out loud until Asami answered in a gentle, almost contrite voice, "Of course it does."
"Please," Takaba tried to say. He couldn't produce anything above a whispery rasp. The hot saltiness of the tears trickling down his face added to the pain in his throat. "Stop this. Take it out -- I'm sorry!"
"No, no, don't," Asami groaned as he lifted Takaba's hips and pulled him down again in agonizingly steady, measured movements, "The way you beg makes me want to hurt you even more. Don't say anything now."
The slow, deliberate rythme had Takaba's flaccid penis swelling up much to his private shame over the bewildering pleasure. At the last possible moment Asami would jam himself into Takaba's ass and they both couldn't stop the shudders. But it wasn't enough!
"Please...Asami--" Takaba moaned at the feeling of the full slickness grinding against his prostrate, or whatever it was that gave him those jolts of bone-melting pleasure amidst the pain. He finally screamed, "Harder!"
Asami responded with an explicit curse that made Takaba's already engorged penis become even harder. With a lunge and a jerk, Takaba's arms came free from the hook and he cried out as blood rushed into them, causing them to itch and prickle as if a thousand needles was randomly poking him everywhere. The painful sensation added to the severe pleasure he felt with every jarring bounce of Asami's steps. It had him wriggling like a worm on a fishing line in pending orgasm.
"Asa--!" His eyeballs felt as if it had rolled to the very back of his head as the orgasm ripped through him with all the destructive force of a nine on the Richter scale. For a second or two he'd actually seen hot, silent fireworks explode behind his eyelids.
He must have greyed out when his back slammed against the cold glass of the picture window and thus awakening him back to painful reality. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes and tried swallowing but his throat was too dry.
Was those harsh, gutteral grunts coming from him? He couldn't stop the sounds. With Asami ruthlessly hitting that hard knot of pleasure inside of him repeatedly his penis was already turgid again. The splatter of his semen was not even dry yet.
Looking up into the hungry, feral look in Asami's dark, mahogany brown eyes took his breath away. Takaba couldn't stop the feeling of being swept away. It flooded through him, sending his nerves into electric chaos.
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TBC --
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Comments: After blithely crossposting this everywhere and on my own front door I realize I am an idiot. I have two people who are more than willing to donate some time to beta my Viewfinder fiction. Saturation 1 and 2 is not beta'ed...because I felt horribly shy to have them go over my lemon stuff. But I'm okay about letting more than a couple of hundred strangers reading the same thing.
How's that logical? >.< I don't know...*sighs at self* Please don't kick me for the typos and my lack of a coharent grasp on the English language; I'm doing enough of that on my own. -_-I always was boastful of my carefully perfected English but when I started writing creatively with it I realize I'm exceptionally bad at using it properly. Now that's karma!
I'm sorry that this is on hiatus! I'm working on Samurai 7 fanfiction, original...stuff...and this simultaneously. The original stuff takes first priority. Honestly, Saturation is supposed to be smut for (mostly) smut's sakes! It should not take this long! *runs away*
Chapter: Two,
Beta: None,
Notes: Takaba's POV. Summary, Pairings, Disclaimers, in-depth Ratings and Warnings can be found in the First Chapter's head- and footnotes. Ratings are based on each chapter not the overall fic. This chapter is 17+ for BDSM, lemon, non-consent, prolonged torture and psychological trauma,
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-- 02 --
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The thick hardness in him seemed to throb to the rythme of his heartbeat. Takaba shook his head desperately, trying to clear the heavy haziness in it. Or he thought he did. It was hard to think. Hard to know if his body was doing what his brain was telling it to do. His limbs didn't seem to be attached to his head. Everything seemed to be doing its own thing.
Looking down he could see his penis arch away from his body. It was angry and red, cloudy pre-cum was dripping slowly from the smooth, swollen head. It thwacked wetly against Asami's flat, muscled stomach with every move the older man made against him. He swallowed, wanting to cry at the startling pain and scream in pleasure all at the same time but unable to do neither.
He was so scared he could barely breath. Scared of the pain. Scared of the pleasure. Scared of what Asami could make him do next. Make him do it as if he, Takaba Akihito, wanted to do it. As if he had any control over what's happening.
"You don't even like me," he heard himself moan.
He hadn't meant too but he'd managed to bully his legs into supporting him in order to lift himself up. He just forgot Asami's broad hands was holding his hips down and only succeeded in shifting the painful fullness inside of him to hit something that sent sparks of crackling fire and ice up his spine.
"Like is not needed for this act, Takaba. Neither is love," Asami murmured after a moment of silence.
He could hear the amusement and thickening arousal in the man's voice. Asami might have been savoring the feeling of what Takaba had accidently did. At the thought he shivered and Asami's fingers dug into his hips.
"Yes," Asami hissed, leaning towards him, "do that again."
"No!" Takaba felt tears burning trails down his cold, cold face. It made the man's face disappear in a pale blur. He was glad. He never could lie effectively and with his eyes level to Asami's disturbingly sensual lips Takaba's hair-trigger stubborness was no-where to be found.
"Pouting," Asami said, "is not attractive on anyone over the age of seven."
"Neither is rape!" He shouted back at the pompous man, "At any age!"
Asami surged to his feet and Takaba, startled and horrified, heard himself scream at the overwelming fullness threatening to puncture his guts. He'd felt the sharp, tearing pains around his rectum which did a marvelous job of clearing his brain and rendering him speechless for a few heartbeats. He went completely limp and felt Asami nearly lose his hold on him.
Asami hitched his legs up over his arms in a position that had them both arching their backs involuntarily. Takaba realized his torso was almost parallel to the floor. In this manner the erection inside of him was even more...pronounced. The shock and pain from it kept him from fighting back in any effective manner.
In a dim corner of his gibbering brain Takaba realized the older man was furious. Why? Wasn't Takaba the one being raped? Then Asami jerked him upright, shattering all coharent thought, in a move that had their chests nearly touching. It surprised a soundless, sobbing cry from him and sent boiling bolts of pain up his insides. In that moment the pain-wrapped pleasure was him.
With their lips nearly touching Asami snarled through gritted teeth, "Tell me I'm raping you. Say it!"
His entire body clenched helplessly at the tone and the sizzling pain made him feel as if his ass was on fire. Asami's penis actually pulsed, the odd sensation registered inside his pelvis at the same time as Asami spoke and he shook his head, literally unable to understand the words. He was hanging in mid-air, supported only by Asami's apparently effortless strength and the chains hooked to the bicep-to-wrists arm sheaths.
"It hurts!"
The exclamation came out in a series of wet stutters and shrill gasps that rendered his own voice almost unrecognisable. He didn't even realize he'd said it out loud until Asami answered in a gentle, almost contrite voice, "Of course it does."
"Please," Takaba tried to say. He couldn't produce anything above a whispery rasp. The hot saltiness of the tears trickling down his face added to the pain in his throat. "Stop this. Take it out -- I'm sorry!"
"No, no, don't," Asami groaned as he lifted Takaba's hips and pulled him down again in agonizingly steady, measured movements, "The way you beg makes me want to hurt you even more. Don't say anything now."
The slow, deliberate rythme had Takaba's flaccid penis swelling up much to his private shame over the bewildering pleasure. At the last possible moment Asami would jam himself into Takaba's ass and they both couldn't stop the shudders. But it wasn't enough!
"Please...Asami--" Takaba moaned at the feeling of the full slickness grinding against his prostrate, or whatever it was that gave him those jolts of bone-melting pleasure amidst the pain. He finally screamed, "Harder!"
Asami responded with an explicit curse that made Takaba's already engorged penis become even harder. With a lunge and a jerk, Takaba's arms came free from the hook and he cried out as blood rushed into them, causing them to itch and prickle as if a thousand needles was randomly poking him everywhere. The painful sensation added to the severe pleasure he felt with every jarring bounce of Asami's steps. It had him wriggling like a worm on a fishing line in pending orgasm.
"Asa--!" His eyeballs felt as if it had rolled to the very back of his head as the orgasm ripped through him with all the destructive force of a nine on the Richter scale. For a second or two he'd actually seen hot, silent fireworks explode behind his eyelids.
He must have greyed out when his back slammed against the cold glass of the picture window and thus awakening him back to painful reality. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes and tried swallowing but his throat was too dry.
Was those harsh, gutteral grunts coming from him? He couldn't stop the sounds. With Asami ruthlessly hitting that hard knot of pleasure inside of him repeatedly his penis was already turgid again. The splatter of his semen was not even dry yet.
Looking up into the hungry, feral look in Asami's dark, mahogany brown eyes took his breath away. Takaba couldn't stop the feeling of being swept away. It flooded through him, sending his nerves into electric chaos.
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TBC --
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Comments: After blithely crossposting this everywhere and on my own front door I realize I am an idiot. I have two people who are more than willing to donate some time to beta my Viewfinder fiction. Saturation 1 and 2 is not beta'ed...because I felt horribly shy to have them go over my lemon stuff. But I'm okay about letting more than a couple of hundred strangers reading the same thing.
How's that logical? >.< I don't know...*sighs at self* Please don't kick me for the typos and my lack of a coharent grasp on the English language; I'm doing enough of that on my own. -_-
I'm sorry that this is on hiatus! I'm working on Samurai 7 fanfiction, original...stuff...and this simultaneously. The original stuff takes first priority. Honestly, Saturation is supposed to be smut for (mostly) smut's sakes! It should not take this long! *runs away*
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Date: 2006-07-23 09:32 am (UTC)1.) I don't think I want to find out. Takaba might not survive it. Poor thing. XD
2.) So true! I was trying to capture the atmosphere that Yamane-sama has in her Asami/Takaba sex scenes. I probably failed but I guess it's okay since no one's yelled at me that this is horrible. Yet. I'm now waiting for it. It inevitably comes. :(
Thanks so much again for liking this! Unfortunately this will only have one or two more chapters, at the most. Torque, the multi-chaptered story loosely related to this one will have sex scenes...and an actual plot! XD It'll be debuting...er...next week at the earliest. ^_^
I hope you will read that one as well.
D