Cause I can't Hate You
Author: simph8
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Non-con, Violence
Characters: Takaki Yuya, Chinen Yuri
Notes: Story takes place before "Sanagi"
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Non-con, Violence
Characters: Takaki Yuya, Chinen Yuri
Notes: Story takes place before "Sanagi"
Cause
I can’t hate you
Yuri held the cigarette between his lips,
absorbed, then he took it to make the ash fall. He kept laying on his stomach,
his arm bent acting as a pillow for his head, which felt as if it weighed a
ton.
He wanted to cry. Cry till the morning
after, fall asleep, wake up and cry some more. He wanted to spend his days that
way, closed in a vicious circle which he had no intention to break.
From time to time, when Yuya was out of
town for work, he spent hours and hours doing absolutely nothing. He laid on
the couch or the bed and he smoked, staring at the ceiling.
His brain was free from any though, his
body could recover from the continuous violence and he could, as much as he
managed, estrange himself from that room and pretend to be elsewhere.
But Yuya wasn’t at work now. He was next to
him, only the sheets covering him. He smoked and worked, his laptop sitting on
his legs, his hair up and his glasses on.
If someone had told Yuri he would’ve
started smoking a few months ago, he would’ve laughed.
He had always hated it. He had vivid
memories of his father smoking, every night working in the kitchen with that
greyish halo surrounding him.
A lot like Yuya, with the exception that
his father didn’t force himself on him.
Of course, he had sold his son to the
yakuza. Yuri hated him, just like he hated his mother, just like he hated their
perfect life, now that he wasn’t hindering them anymore. He hated them so much
he thought he was going crazy.
He put the cigarette out and put the
ashtray on the nightstand, still avoiding looking at Yuya. He wanted to sleep
till the next day.
He was so exhausted that he couldn’t even
wash up or get dressed, after Yuya had raped him again. He was so damn tired,
but he couldn’t complain. He could’ve escaped, but then Yuya would’ve killed
him.
And he couldn’t die. He didn’t want to, it
wasn’t fair. He clenched his fists, biting hard on his lower lip.
Yuya, next to him, sighed and put his
laptop down on the nightstand, close to the beer and the half-empty packet of
cigarettes. Yuri kept as still as possible, little inclined to lead him on to
do something else.
But still, Yuya go closer to him and
brought an arm around his waist, pulling him close and inhaling the scent of
his skin, his hair, pressing himself against his naked body. Yuri clenched his
eyes and clawed at his palms.
He was tired, he wanted to sleep. His
wrists were still hurting for how tight Yuya had tied the rope around them, and
he could barely feel his arms even now.
“Yuri...” the yakuza murmured in his ear.
“Mh?”
The yakuza pressed himself even further
against him, and Yuri felt his need to cry grow.
But he wasn’t going to cry in front of him.
It was challenge, but he managed to win this. He wasn’t going to give him the
satisfaction.
Yuya wanted to see his suffering, his pain.
He wanted him to beg, but he was never going to.
He still had some dignity, hidden somewhere
inside of him. A pride that all of Yuya’s violence hadn't managed to uproot. He
clenched his teeth and wished that this would be over soon.
How could Yuya want more after those hours
during which he had done basically everything to him?
How could he still be so arrogant and
greedy? Yuri had let him do as he pleased until now, hoping to dim that
violence that the elder unleashed upon him.
“Come on, don’t be difficult, Yuri. I don’t
want to tie you up again. Cooperate.” he whispered.
Yuri opened his eyes wide. He got scared
when Yuya tied him. He was scared of his imagination, of weapons, of pain. He
turned toward him almost immediately.
If he wanted him to cooperate, he was going
to do that his own way. He closed his eyes, because he didn’t wanted to see him
while he gave him pleasure.
Every time he heard a moan from Yuya that
he had caused, he felt even more disgusted by himself.
He brought a hand between their bodies,
biting on his neck and brushing the fingers of his free hand on his nape while
he started stroking his cock, already hard again.
Yuya’s hand pressed behind his back,
pushing him closer, and Yuri gave him all he asked for, because then maybe he
would’ve managed to fall asleep sooner, trying to forget everything Yuya did to
him.
The yakuza scratched his back, and Yuri bit
his shoulder, trying to swallow back a groan. The first times, Yuya had been
very clear with him: he didn’t want to hear a sound, because it annoyed him.
And Yuri had soon found out, at his expenses, how horrible it was to be with
him when he was annoyed.
He heard him chuckle while his hand went up
his spine and harshly grabbed his hair, pulling him away from his shoulder.
Yuri clenched his eyes and bit on his lip; Yuya always managed to hurt him, no
matter what he did.
“I like your pained voice, Yuri.” Yuya
panted on his mouth, while Yuri’s hand moved faster on him.
“You’re an animal.” Yuri snarled, closing
his eyes while the elder bit down on his throat.
“I love how innocent you sound. I plan on
feeding off that innocence my whole life.” he whispered, then he pushed his
head down. Yuri wiggled out of the elder’s hold on his hair and pushed the
covers away, kneeling between his legs and wasting no time bringing his mouth
around his cock, starting to suck right away.
Yuya grabbed his head again and thrust his
hips up, pushing down his throat. Yuri clawed his thighs, opening his mouth
wider to try and not choke.
He hated himself. He hated his own body, he
hated Yuya and everything surrounding him.
He hated making him feel any form of
pleasure, hated feeling him against and inside himself, it repulsed him. Still,
he held his tears back, closed his eyes and went along with Yuya’s thrusts
inside his mouth, moving faster, trying to make him come sooner.
Yuya though, seemed to think otherwise. He
pulled on his hair, making him back off, and pulled him back on top of himself;
Yuri straddled him, trying not to lose balance and to prepare himself for what
was to come.
His back hurt, but apparently Yuya couldn’t
care less. He felt the tip of his cock move between his buttocks, and Yuri held
the yakuza’s shoulders tight, trying to relax his body as much as possible
during those few moments.
Yuya grabbed his chin, pulling his face
close and forcing him to open his eyes, then he pushed inside. The kid bit down
on his tongue until he tasted blood inside his mouth; Yuya tasted that too when
forced him to kiss him.
It was rare for him to do that, but it
didn’t make it any less disgusting for Yuri. He could feel his tongue against
his own, his flavour blending with that of the blood.
Yuri freed himself from that hold,
breathing in deeply while the elder smirked, bringing his hands to Chinen’s ass
and spreading it, thrusting harder inside.
The younger panted for the main, propping
himself up on Yuya’s chest, clenching his eyes and trying to will himself
through it, as he had done for all these months.
He scratched him, searching for any kind of
way to make it hurt less, unable to do so. When he felt him come he thanked
every deity he knew and remembered.
He collapsed on the bed, on his stomach,
his breathing broken by the sobs he repressed, his body trembling for the
effort and the pain.
Yuya laid next to him, stretching out his
arm to grab another cigarette; Yuri heard the lighter and smelled the smoke in
the oppressing silence of that room.
He decided to do the same. Smoking calmed
him down, it reduced his body’s trembling and his fear. He curled up and
brought a cigarette to his lips, nervously breathing the nicotine in.
He felt Yuya’s cum drip from his entrance,
staining his thighs, and he wished he could’ve torn off every single inch of
filthy skin he had on for how disgusting he felt.
He turned to look at Yuya, laying the best
he could to soothe the pain in his back. The yakuza was typing something on his
laptop again, ignoring him as he usually did.
Yuri knew he shouldn’t have pushed it too
much with Yuya, that it was better if the elder didn’t grow tired of him.
Because he remembered well what Arioka had
told him during his short time at the warehouse. Those who could afford buying
a human being, could also afford to kill them. They played with them like a cat
does with a mouse before eating it.
They used them, they had fun, they picked
them clean of any will to live and then, when the game wasn’t funny anymore,
they threw them away. And Yuri didn’t want to die. He wanted to live his life,
to find out if there was something good waiting for him.
Yuya was better than many others, all in
all, both him and Kota always told him that. Others like Yuri were locked up
like animals, they barely had food and clothes and dignity. He was a king
compared to them.
He did what he wanted, he could go wherever
he pleased as soon as he stayed in the neighbourhood. He had clothes, books,
food. In exchange, Yuya used his body, he asked his complete submission; as
much as it disgusted him, he had it easy because of this.
Kiss the hand that feeds you. And he was
intentioned to do so. To make himself always appealing to the yakuza, because
he didn’t know where he would’ve ended if Yuya had grown tired of him. Perhaps
in one of the brothels, and there his life would’ve ended for sure.
He swallowed noisily, trying to make his
voice sound as steady as possible.
“How was work today?” he whispered.
Yuya stopped typing and stared at him,
arching an eyebrow. He took his glasses off, to get a better look at him.
Uncomfortable for that gaze which seemed to
pierce through him, the kid pulled the sheets up, covering himself.
“Why?”
Yuri shrugged, nervous.
“Because. It was just to make conversation,
but if it bothers you...”
“It doesn’t. But you’ve never asked.” he
pointed out.
Yuri shrugged again.
“I'm getting used to it. You’re not a nice
roommate, you know?” he forced a smile, still preparing to be slapped.
Against all odds though, Yuya laughed. It
was the first time Yuri heard him laugh. Until then, all he had seen were his
smirks, mocking him, making him feel like trash.
“Well, living with you and your glower
doesn’t help.”
Yuri wanted to tell him there was no fun in
living with a psycho yakuza raping him every moment of wake, but he just took
it.
He had to keep quiet, try to build some
sort of relationship, as much as it disgusted him.
“I'm sorry.” he said, averting his eyes.
They kept silent for a while, and the
younger watched Yuya get back to work. It took him a few more minutes to gather
up the courage to go on.
“What did you use to do before taking me
in? Do you have any hobby?” he asked, his voice still incredibly low.
Yuya interrupted his work again, thinking
about it.
“I went down to play cards with the others,
I don’t do that much anymore. I got my TV. I also used to go out with...” he
paused, sighing. “Nothing in particular. I was often so tired from work that
all I wanted was to sleep.”
“Mh.” was Yuri’s only comment, hesitant.
During those months, he had seen him get
directly to bed without passing through him five or six times. Tops.
“What about you?” Yuya asked, catching him
off guard.
Yuri raised his eyes on him, then he shook
his head.
“School. Clubs. From time to time I went to
the game centre in Meguro or Shinagawa. A few times I ditched school and went
to Yokohama, to Minato Mirai. I like that place.” he said.
“Mh. Well, you could’ve said that before.
Instead of being holed up here, we can go there on Saturdays.”
Yuri opened his eyes wide.
“Really?”
“Of course. I’ve got a car, time and money.
Whatever you need, you just have to ask.”
“Oh.”
Yuri tried his hardest not to blush,
reminding himself what kind of man Yuya was, what he did to him every single
day. Still, seeing him show some interest had made him feel a little more than
a piece of meat to pick clean when he came home from work. He lit up another
cigarette, trying not to smile.
“Is there something else you like?” Yuya
asked then, curious, closing the laptop and putting it away as he laid down
next to him.
“I like sushi.” he admitted. “I love it.”
“Good. Now we also know what we’re eating
in Yokohama.”
Yuri nodded, satisfied. He was never going
to forgive Yuya for what he did to him, for what he was going to do. But since
that wasn’t going to change, the least he could’ve done was trying to get to
know the man behind the beast.
They both had something to gain by that
cohabitation, and Yuri wanted to live even if surviving meant making Yuya more
human than he was, and ignore the disgust he felt toward himself.
But he was going to. And maybe, one day,
all of that was going to be a far, far nightmare.
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