Emotionless Tomorrows

Okay, I’ve been a little busy, but I’ve finally managed to get down to typing this one. Sorry it took me way too long to get this out to you guys, but here we go. The next chapter, enjoy.

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Tyson didn’t want to wake up, he kept trying to push himself back into the coldness of his mind, back into the darkness where everything was peaceful and at ease. But he kept resurfacing to conscious awareness. He could feel a cold object gliding up and down his chest, the way it sometimes was pressed closer to his skin, pricking him before continuing its path either up or down his chest. Tyson knew he couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore, not when his body jerked from the shock of pain that was being administered.

Tyson’s eyes fluttered open finally, seeing Kai grinning at him like a maniac as he slid the knife in his hand up Tyson’s chest. Tyson’s eyes glazed over with fear as Kai placed the blade to his neck. “Finally awake sleep beauty? I figured you would still be crying for me to come back and fuck you, you stupid whore.” Kai’s bit out each word with disgust as he nicked Tyson lightly.

Tyson said nothing, turning his eyes away from Kai fearfully. That was until the knife slip up to rest against his eye. Tyson would have moved, but he knew the slightest motion could cause him to lose his eye. Closing his eyes, Tyson prayed, feeling his body tremble with fear.

“You know, I can take out your eyes and put them in a jar if you don’t want to look at me anymore,” Kai stated, moving the tip of the blade to lightly poke the area just above the eye before you got to the eyebrow. “It would be as simple as pressing this knife all the way down, but what fun would that be?”

Kai moved the knife way from Tyson’s eye, sliding it down to rest on Tyson’s chest once more. A hiss of pain escaped the tied up young man’s lips as the crazed two-toned haired male placed the knife against his left nipple, pressing it into the flesh. Opening his eyes, Tyson watched the crimson liquid dot up from the nick. Removing the knife, Kai leaned forward, darting his tongue out to lick away the blood.

Once the wound was clear of blood, Kai allowed his mouth to travel up Tyson’s body, until Kai reached Tyson’s mouth. Glaring into Tyson’s eyes, Kai bit down on Tyson’s bottom lip. A moan of pain escaped, which was enough for Kai to slip his tongue into Tyson’s mouth, immediately dominating the other’s tongue.

Moving his hand down to pinch the wounded nipple, another moan escaped Tyson’s lips, tears springing into his eyes as Kai pinched it harder. Not bothering to put the knife down, or let go of Tyson’s mouth, Kai straddled his tied prey, grinding his groin against Tyson’s. A shudder rode up Tyson’s spine as he tried telling himself not to become aroused by this.

Finally breaking the kiss, Kai smirked down at Tyson. Raising his hand to his lips, he licked away the blood that colored his fingers. Tyson’s stomach turned, being able to taste the blood on his tongue. The younger turned his head away, feeling the knife pressed against his other nipple lightly.

“Kai, please,” Tyson finally begged, knowing Kai would more than likely continued to cut him if he didn’t hear any begging from his prey.

“So you finally decide to speak up, right, Ty-koi?” Kai smirked as he slid the knife down to Tyson’s navel and stopped. “I have plans for you.” With that, he got off Tyson, placing the knife on the nightstand, in order to fish the keys to the handcuffs out his pockets.

“W-w-what are you going to do to me?” Tyson stammered as Kai finally got the keys from his pockets and leaned forward, placing the key in the hole and disengaging the lock and removing one of Tyson’s hands from the cuffs. Getting up off Tyson, Kai proceeded to forcibly flip Tyson’s onto his stomach, and then placed the cuff back on Tyson’s wrist.

“You shouldn’t question me, Ty-koi. You’ll find out what I’m planning on doing soon enough,” Kai simply said as he got off the bed. Tyson turned his head to find out what Kai was doing, only to find the dual haired male taking off his clothes. Dread filled the pit of Tyson’s stomach, as he turned his head away. When Kai was fully undressed, he climbed on the bed, yanking Tyson into a kneeling position by his hair.

“Please don’t hurt me, please Kai!” Tyson cried. His body trembled feeling Kai move in until their bodies touched. Releasing his grip on Tyson’s hair, Kai allowed his hand to reach in front of Tyson to grasp his flaccid member. “Please stop…don’t.”

“Why don’t you stop bitching and let me fuck you, there’s nothing you can do anyway,” Kai whispered into his ear. Taking the lobe between his teeth, Kai bit down on the flesh, another whimper of pain escaping Tyson’s lips before a moan surfaced, feeling Kai’s hand tugging roughly at his penis. “You like that don’t you?”

“No…s-s-stop.” Tyson tried to move out of Kai’s grasp when a hand snaked back into his hair and yanked his head back to make Tyson be still. Between the pain of Kai yanking his hair every now and then, combined with the pleasure of being jacked off, it didn’t take Tyson long to release from his pent up frustrations of earlier.

“It doesn’t take you long to succumb to my touch, does it, Tyson?” Kai said, releasing Tyson’s ear. “How about we see just how mucu cau can take?” Releasing Tyson, Kai reached over to the side of the bed where the table was and picked up the knife. Pushing Tyson forward, spreading Tyson’s legs open, Kai slid the knife down his back.

“K-K-Kai…” Tyson stammered. Tyson could feel the cold steel travel down the length of his entire back, until it rested against his hole. Kai really wasn’t sadistic enough to sodomize him with the knife. Well…Tyson hoped he wasn’t that sadistic. His body trembled feeling the tip of the knife lightly prodding the outside around the ring. Tyson’s body tensed when he felt the blade lightly poking into him. “Kai!”

“I’ve always wondered what would happen if I rammed this into you. How much pleasure would you feel, how much pain would you scream out,” Kai murmured, as he poked at Tyson’s hole for another minute. When he wasn’t so careful, he ended up nicking the hole, blood seeping out and dropping onto the bed.

“Please Kai, don’t…anything but that,” Tyson begged and pleaded.

“Are you afraid?” Kai smirked.

“Yes,” Tyson cried. “Please don’t…please…”

“You know, you have ever right to fear me,” Kai said as he moved the knife from Tyson’s hole to run up his back. “I control your life, you have no say in what I decide to do to you.” Tyson could only pray that Kai would grow tired of this game as he felt the first slash glide across his back to join the other marks he has received from being with Kai. The scream that tore through him only caused Kai to add another one. “I own you Tyson, you’ll never leave me.”

“Stop!” Tyson screamed, the blood trickling down his body in rivets as another wound appeared on his side. Tears cascaded down his face as his stomach turned. He was going to be sick he knew that, but he couldn’t. Kai would treat him like a dog rubbing his face in it, as he did one time before when Tyson couldn’t keep down the bile that rose into the back of his throat from being beat mercilessly.

“You want me to stop?” Kai laughed, poising the knife to strike another area just between Tyson’s shoulders. Auburn eyes flickered over the trembling, bloody body in front of him, the sense of domination filling his body with arousal. “Then tell me who holds your life in their hands. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“You…Kai,” Tyson choked out. “You are my only master…just please…please stop!”

“I’m your only master?” Kai ired,red, putting the knife against Tyson’s shoulder blade. “And you promise this time that you won’t try a stupid stunt like you did the other night?”

“Yes,” Tyson whimpered.

“Say it then,” Kai order, pressing the blade to the already damaged flesh.

“You’re my only master. I will never try to kill myself again. Just please don’t hurt me anymore…please,” Tyson pleaded.

“You want me to stop, little slave then give me something means of entertainment,” Kai dropped the knife on the floor as he leaned forward over Tyson’s shoulder. Tyson could feel Kai’s erection brush against him, slowly.

Lowering his head, Tyson felt a fresh trail of tears mark their path down the crevices of his already wet face. “Take me…Kai.”

“What was that, Tyson?” Kai grinned wickedly.

“I said…you can fuck me if you want!” Tyson was humiliated, he hated himself, but most of all, he hated Kai. There was no way now he could run to the others for help Kai would kill him, no matter how long it took for him to get his hands on Tyson. Not only that, but he was afraid of what the others would say, how they would look at him if they knew how long he’s allowed this to go on.

“I thought that’s what you said,” Kai smirked.

Directing himself to Tyson’s orifice, Kai pushed all the way in without so much as preparing Tyson for it. The younger blue haired man bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming as Kai didn’t give him a moment to adjust before he slip out, slamming up into Tyson again. Tyson allowed his body to become numb, to endure the coldness of this act. Shutting his eyes, Tyson pretended to be somewhere else as Kai pounded into him.

He barely registered the grunts above him, or the harder thrusts Kai administered each time he slammed back in. Tyson went limp, giving his body over to Kai if that meant he wouldn’t be branded anymore. His body ached and would only ache more once Kai was done, but then…he could drift off to sleep and pretend he was with that other Kai. The Kai he first fell in love with.

The one that may have been a bit anti-social, but was always there for him and the others. Or how that first smile shocked the blue haired teen when it suddenly came from thin air that was followed by Kai’s first real laugh. Tyson could never forget that day because he stared at Kai for a long minute with huge fish eyes. Nor could Tyforgforget their first kiss. It wasn’t one of those romantic kisses everyone dreamt about having, it was aftheythey got soaked coming back from practice.

Tyson complaining about being hungry and Kai commenting and the two were at it again. Until to shut Tyson up Kai had kissed him, as said, not one of those romantic kisses people dreamt of but Tyson didn’t care. He still loved it and remembered it like it was yesterday. The spark from their lips touching, the way Kai guided his tongue into Tyson’s mouth, the way he sucked on Tyson’s bottom lip. The feel of the tree they took shelter under, pressed against Tyson’s back as the kiss became more desperate. Tyson held to each one of those memories and never let them go.

Above him, Tyson could hear Kai coming closer to his climax. Vaguely aware of the nails sinking into his waist, Tyson drifted to another place once more. So when he felt Kai’s grip on his waist tighten and the male behind gavegave up two more harsh thrusts before pulling out, Tyson didn’t break down and cry. Once done, Kai moved from behind Tyson, noticing the other had fallen into his own little world, but Kai was going to fix that. He just needed one of two things.

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Tala’s stared out the window of the airplane that was headed for Japan courtesy of Mr. Dickenson. In no more than five seven hours, he and the rest of the members of the Demolition Boys would be in Japan to give the Bladebreakers a surprise visit. Everyone was interested or excited to see how the Demolition Boys’ number one rivals were doing. The others were currently sleeping, since it was ten at night.

Tala couldn’t sleep, his mind kept going on everything from the first time he met the Bladebreakers, to his battle with Tyson, to just Tyson himself. Every thought about the blue haired young man filled his mind. How could one person change the course of events as Tyson Kinomiya had? It didn’t make sense, Tala had after all, been much stronger. It should have been impossible that Tyson won, but he had and for the first time in a very long time after that battle, he smiled genuinely.

“Tala?” The red head nearly jumped out of his chair as he turned from the window to find a pair of silvery eyes on him.

“Bryan…” Tala breathed. “I thought you were sleep. Something on your mind?” Tala momentarily turned his eyes back to the dark night sky before looking at Bryan once again. Bryan was staring out the window also enjoying the peace…well as much peace as there could be with Ian snoring behind them.

“The question here is whether you have something on your mind?” Bryan countered. “Or should I be more correct to say someone on your mind?”

The remark served to turn Tala’s face cherry red as he stared at Bryan with wide eyes. “W-what are you trying to say?”

“As if you don’t know already. I’ve known you for more than fifteen years I’ve had enough time to analyze all your habits. You may not know this, but your eyes tend to change when something occupies your thoughts. I’ve been around you enough to see how he entrances you,” Bryan grinned lightly.

“It’s not like that,” Tala insisted.

“It isn’t, eh? What about all those nights you’ve moaned out his name in your sleep? There have been a few times I’ve caught you jacking off, more than likely to thoughts of him. You know you can’t deny it when it comes to me,” Bryan pointed out. “I know all your little secrets.”

Tala turned his head away with a darker flush appearing on his cheeks. It was true, he wasn’t denying, but he wasn’t going to admit it to Bryan. There were times when he awoke to find his sheets stained with semen, or the very thought of Tyson caused him to stop the fire in his loins the only way how. But that was a long time ago. He no longer masturbated to thoughts of the blue haired Bladebreaker.

“I thought as much, you have nothing to say.”

“Why did you want to go on this trip? Was it because of the Chinese boy,” Tala countered with his own question. If they were going to play this game, he might as well put that card out on the table.

“Rei? I suppose you could say that. I have a desire to challenge him again to see have I become stronger. I was caught off guard the last time with him, but I’ve trained hard, and I know that this time I will make his work for his victory twice as hard than last time,” Bryan answered. Shifting an eye to the male beside him, a smirk arose. “You can’t honestly have thought that it was a romantic attachment.”

“Well, yes,” Tala admitted.

“My feelings for him are strictly that of a rival. Not everyone is like you, Tala. Not that I am denying he isn’t cute.”

“You have a one track mind,” Tala sighed. “Plan to stay celibate your entire life?”

“Who sanythnything about me being celibate. I just don’t practice my habits where people might find me,” Bryan explained. “And you know that asking me will not guarantee that you will find out.”

Tala closed his mouth, a defeated frown appearing on his lips. “You take all the fun out of things. One day, I’m going to get the upper hand for once. And then I will find out every one of your little secrets.”

“I wait for that day then,” Bryan smirked. “Now get some sleep, you’ll be burnt out by the time we get there.” Tala only nodded as he reclined back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Eventually though, his eyes did close and he fell into slumber, wondering what tomorrow would be like when they met up with the Bladebreakers again.