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Within the small cupboard, where darkness enveloped and embraced Aka, the man trembled. He prayed his hiding spot would be sufficient in keeping him away from his pursuer, but with the limited time he had, he doubted it. Beyond the light seeping under the crack at the bottom of the door he could hear Kuro’s rushed footsteps. Aka held his breath, covering his mouth with a hand to not let out even a soft exhale. Any small sound could be enough to alert Kuro to his location.
His shoes clicked against the facility's tile floors just outside the door, coming closer and closer to Aka. His location was still unknown, he prayed, but all it would take is a peak into the cabinet for him to be found. The light seeping underneath the door picked up the shadows from Kuro as he stopped in front of the door. Aka could feel himself shake in terror as adrenaline pumped itself through every vein in his body. Kuro’s looming shadow blotted out the little light seeping under the cabinet door as he stood just outside, paused in his search for Aka. The red haired man nearly jumped from his crouch as a knock echoed out into the small space he’d confined himself to.
He fought every urge in his system not to panic as silence encroached upon the small space. Minutes passed as slow as an eternity as Aka fought the urge to even release his breath. The shadow wavered on the other side before disappearing completely, the fluorescents in the hallway bringing a dim glow to the small room Aka hid within. His breath escaped him in a sigh of relief. Even if he wouldn't be able to avoid Kuro the entire time he tried to find a way out, getting out of the room he'd found himself unfortunate enough to be stuck in currently, was good enough for him.
Inhaling sharply with anxiety, Aka pushed on the small cubby door, cracking it open and subsequently flooding the small space with the bright buzzing lights overhead. His eyes scanned for any sight of his current pursuer, but when he only took in the visuals of the boring white floors and walls he deemed the coast clear. Gently, as to not creak the hinges of the small door, Aka pushed the door open further and made his way forward. As soon as the cool air of the hallway embraced him, incredibly from the tight quarters behind him, he felt a firm grip bury itself into his hair.
With his reflexes only providing the situation a loud yelp, Aka felt his face forced into the tiles below harshly. He could already feel the blood begin streaming from his nose as his attacker used his careless retreat from the cabinet to take advantage of the situation. He’d been too quick to believe Kuro had left the area. The taller man’s grip tightened into Aka’s red locks as he repeatedly smashed his face into the floor. He struggled against the powerful grip on the back of his head but upon the third impact, Aka felt his vision blur and his body go limp.
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Loose chains rattled as Aka’s eyes opened slowly. He was dangling ever so slightly, the tips of his crocs brushing the ground. His arms were stretched out on either side of him, hoisted upwards just enough to keep him suspended. His eyes scanned his surroundings hazily, trying to recall the area he’d been brought to. Medical supplies and beds lay scattered all over, dark stains of blood across the sheets covering the mattresses. He figured this was the lab he’d been to a bit before with Kuro.
Kuro… He’d completely forgotten that his attacker had been his companion. It was as if something had taken over his entire being. Aka couldn’t grasp it but there was a sinister aura that had enshrouded his friend entirely. He scrunched his face in thought, the dried blood near his nose crackling as his skin moved underneath. He frowned at the feeling.
Perhaps this was all some big misunderstanding. He readjusted his arms, the chains rattling noisily as he tried to find a position more comfortable. “Aka?” he heard from across the room. His head jerked towards the voice of his companion, eyes scanning the darkness.
“Kuro? Is that you?”
The lanky man stepped closer to him, his silhouette more pronounced the nearer he drew. His dark eyes were trained on Aka as if he was prey. “Aka,” he repeated, this time as a statement. Aka could see the glint of his teeth as Kuro smiled.
“Hey, get me down from here, okay?” he said, rattling the chains restraining his wrists to further his point.
Kuro was so near now, his breath was reaching Aka in heavy, hot, puffs of air. His cheeks were painted a deep red and his eyes seemed trained on looking at him as if he were an object to be toyed with rather than his companion.
“Kuro? Hey, are you even listening?” Aka moved his leg into the man, nudging him.
“I’m relieved to see you okay,” Kuro responded finally. His words seemed only prompted by Aka’s bothering. “So relieved…”
He shifted uncomfortably from where he hung, something still felt horribly off about his friend. Aka couldn’t quite place his distrust but it could’ve had something to do with the violence that he’d endured just before passing out. Silence settled in place like someone who’d just come home after a long journey, engulfing the room despite Kuro’s staring eyes and heavy breaths. Aka couldn’t tell how long it lasted. How long he was forced to hang helplessly waiting for his companion to be done with whatever it was he was doing.
“Ah, I’m just so glad,” Kuro finally said, breaking the silence. His hand reached out, caressing Aka’s hip gently through the fabric. His touch made the helpless mans’ skin crawl beneath it. “I’m so glad that I’m the one who gets to kill you, Aka.”
“K-Kuro?” he asked, his voice growing shrill. Had he truly heard him right?
The man before Aka sunk his nails through his white shirt and into the delicate skin on his hip. He yelped helplessly as Kuro forced his torso closer to him, brandishing a large knife clearly before sinking it into his stomach. Aka screamed in pain as the blade sunk into his soft flesh. He felt his blood pool into the clean fabric, staining it scarlet. The chains above him jangled violently as his body contorted in pain. His breath hitched in his throat as his liquids squelched from the hole.
“Wow, your voice is amazing,” Kuro breathed, his gaze flicking up to Aka’s strained face. “You’ll let me hear more, right?” he asked hopefully. His eyes were glazed over with a ravenous intensity that horrified Aka even more than the steel buried deeply into his abdomen.
His mouth opened to respond but no words fell out, just a struggled whine graced the two.
Kuro smiled at the noise, his cheeks darkening again and his breathing heavy. His blade wrenched itself free from Aka’s flesh, stained with his juices. The red head bit his lip from the pain, trying desperately, to stay still as his captor ran the knife over his shirt. He dragged the point all the way up to his shoulder, pausing for a moment at one of the fleshier parts between the bone. Aka’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut as if to brace himself of the pain to come, but Kuro never sunk the steel into his shoulder.
His breath came out in a haggard exhale as he felt the tip swiftly removed. His eyes opened and relief flooded his senses before the illusion shattered. Kuro, with his eyes burying themselves into Aka’s, held the intense eye contact as his arm swung down and the knife plunged into his victim’s thigh. Aka’s head jerked upwards, escaping the crazed look of his former friend, he screamed in pain. He felt the plastic hilt of the blade hit the top of his thigh as it sank all the way in. Tears gathered in his eyes before beginning to stream down his face. He felt out of breath but also as if he had far too much of it in his body. Aka’s body couldn’t handle the sensations coursing inside him. All of it was far too overwhelming.
Kuro’s free hand reached to his cheek. Caressing him as he thrashed from the pain, the movement only served to make it worse. Aka cringed from the gentle touch his captor graced him with but Kuro persisted, moving his hand with Aka’s movements.
“I-I don’t understand,” he sobbed, the pain of his wounds becoming a constant sharp sensation as he reeled to gather his thoughts. “K-Kuro.” Aka didn’t hear Kuro’s words if he said any, his own pain louder than anything around him in the quiet space. Hot tears streamed down his face as he gathered his strength to look back at the tall man. His dark eyes were cast downward at the blood pooling into the fabric.
For a moment, Aka held onto the thought that his friend had come back to reality, that he’d seen all of his pain and it had snapped him out of whatever this was, but this hope was shattered along with the rest as Kuro dragged the blade, still hilt deep in his flesh, further down his leg. Aka screamed out as he comprehended the action, kicking his leg out desperately in an attempt to halt the action. Kuro only watched on as the tip of the blade protruded at the back of his thigh. The pain was white hot and overwhelming as Aka experienced it.
“Kuro! P-please! No!” he begged as his senses overloaded from the pain. His captor was practically drooling as blood dripped to the floor in large splatters, but nonetheless the blade stopped its travel down his leg.
Aka’s body shook as he sobbed from the pain, his entire being reeling to bring him back to the present. His tired, tear-heavy eyes gazed at Kuro weakly. He didn’t know how much blood he’d lost. He couldn’t even tell how much more of this he could take. Kuro’s hand slipped away from his cheek, drawing Aka’s attention. He watched as Kuro’s hand lifted from the handle of the knife before he circled behind him. Aka tried to turn his head to see what his captor was planning but even that small of a movement sparked his body with pain. He didn’t have to wait long; however, Kuro pressed his chest into Aka’s back, his warmth strangely comforting against the cold pain stabbing into him.
He felt disgust in himself as he allowed the small gesture to bring him comfort. Aka leaned back into Kuro with a grimace, his breath heavy in his body. Nothing felt real or right about any of his situation. His captor wrapped his arms around Aka’s torso holding him against him. HIs face nuzzled into his victim’s neck, and his lips brushed against tender skin. Aka cringed at the gentle sensation, attempting to pull away. His wounds ached from the small jerk and he whimpered from the pain.
“Don’t worry, Aka,” Kuro reassured, his lips tickling the skin on his neck. “You should be happy. Afterall, I love you so much!”
“You’re sick!” Aka spat, using every ounce of control to remain still.
Kuro didn’t say anything to his outburst. His captor’s hands trailed lower as he kissed Aka’s neck. Finally his hand reached its mark; the handle of the knife, still buried into AKa’s leg.
“Wait,” Aka pleaded desperately. He could feel Kuro smile into his skin as his hand closed around the hilt. A cry wrenched itself free from Aka’s parted lips as he felt the blade ripped from his thigh before a clatter rang around the room. He watched as the steel blade was discarded across the room, stained in his own fluids. His eyes glanced to the top of Kuro’s head in confusion. “W-what?”
His captor ignored him once again, hands traveling to the large wound on his thigh. His fingers dipped down, coating themselves quickly in Aka’s blood. He passed through his skin, burying his fingers into his flesh. Aka struggled uncomfortably as he watched his flesh get poked at, whine leaking from his throat despite his wish to stay silent.
“Your insides Aka…” He mumbled. “Are they as pretty as your outsides? Oh… to be closer…” Kuro’s voice was raspy and quiet as his breathing grew heavier. His helpless victim sobbed as he pushed into his flesh, the feeling was everything he’d ever dreamed of. His parted mouth drank in Aka’s scent, only causing his hunger to grow. Kuro bared his teeth for a moment before sinking them into him.
Aka cried out as he felt his captor’s teeth intrude into his flesh. The bite was sharp and carried the force to rip his flesh from him. The chains rattled overhead as he felt another wound open up from the bite, blood dripping down his exposed neck. As if the taste of his blood awakened something darker within Kuro he felt his captor tear more flesh from him. His hands pulled down Aka’s trousers, the cold air swirling around the open wound on his leg.
Aka cried, worriedly kicking as much as he could. His yelps fell on deaf ears as Kuro’s strong grip held him in place as he pressed his hips into his behind. The tent his member had pitched in his pants pressed against him and he felt his stomach coil in disgust. Kuro was sick. This was sick. His captor rutted his clothes shaft against him for friction as he tore into his shoulder. Tears streamed down Aka’s cheeks as he grew more and more aware of what was happening.
As his head grew dizzy from the pain, or the blood loss, or the disgust, (or the blood loss), he finally felt Kuro step away. HIs body shivered from the absence of his captors presence but it wasn’t just because of his suddenly missing body heat. He heard fabric rustling but he was too tired to turn and see. It was only a few moments of relief. It wasn’t long enough. It was too long. He couldn’t think properly anymore.
Aka felt his skin crawl in disgust as he felt Kuro return his bare skin being pressed flush against Aka’s behind. He felt the tip of his member at his ass, already wet from the pre-cum. He felt Kuro’s heavy breath roll against the wounds on his neck, hot enough to burn. Kuro’s hands wrapped around Aka tightly as he pushed his tip into his flesh hungrily. His member buried into his insides, burning him as hot as the wounds that still leaked with his blood.
It racked him with pain and spun disgust around him like silk robes, but nonetheless, Aka felt his skin grow hot. When he realized, he felt his stomach churn with so much hatred he thought he would throw up on himself but Kuro’s hungry thrusts into him stopped him from being able to as his wounds were disturbed violently. He cried out in pain, hands gripping onto the iron chains binding him desperately. He could feel his insides squelch with every thrust. Kuro hugged onto him desperately as he rutted into him. He was animalistic, esurient; he was acting as though he’d been searching for a meal such as this for forever.
His heavy breathing turned into grunts as he fucked into Aka, spurred on even further every time he cried out, or sobbed. The pain caused him to clench down on Kuro’s cock, pleasure sparking inside his pain and disgust and hate.
“Hey, Aka,” Kuro grunted. “How long do you think the gut is?”
Aka could hardly hear his words or the sinister weight they carried as he whined from the endless torrent of thrusts. He only realized when Kuro’s traveling hands plunged into the stab wound on his abdomen. He screamed again as he watched his captors hand be completely enveloped by his flesh. He felt sick again as the thrusts deep within him confused his sense with pleasure.
He felt a hand grab at something within him. Aka screamed from the discomfort. Or the pleasure. Or the fear?
He watched with wide, terrified, crimson eyes as something long followed Kuro’s hand out of his wound.
Aka felt his voice strain but he couldn’t hear if it was a scream or a moan or a yelp.
“How long do you think it is?” Kuro moaned out. HIs hand sunk into the wound again, grabbing and pulling more from his body. He swore he could see it pulse inside him. Or maybe it was the ravenous thrusts still fucking into him.
He felt light-headed and dizzy the more blood left him. The more flesh was discarded to the floor beneath him. The more intestine pulled from him. He felt teeth sink into neck once again and dully sobbed out as he jerked from the numb pain. A soft moan escaped his lips as his mind settled, focusing on all of it. Or none of it. Or just Kuro’s cock, pushing up into him and causing him to roll with the strong motions. His body jolted his mind awake as he felt a hand clasp around Kuro’s cock through his intestine. Aka screamed as he heard an ecstatic laugh escape his captor.
He sobbed uncontrollably as he felt Kuro grip his own cock harder, fucking into Aka and his hand all at the same time as he swallowed more of his flesh. It was too much. It was all too much. He felt his body jolt and shake and coil as he tried to will himself to just pass out or die. His solace never granted him. At least not yet.
Kuro’s moans only grew louder as he continued and Aka just hung there, reduced to nothing but a puppet as Kuro shot his seed deep into his intestine. Kuro’s grip was so tight on his intestine that with one final tug the flesh wrenched itself free.
Only then. Only after the main horror had finally passed, was Aka granted peace. He hoped he would forget his friend in this light. He hoped he could remember only the good in the afterlife.