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"Welcome back…"
Akira had walked up to him with light, docile steps. Winding his arms around Shiki, he'd leaned into him, grasping the back of Shiki's coat. There was a tired lilt to his voice, a faint fluttering to his breaths. That, coupled with the white filth dripping down his thighs, made it exceedingly clear what exactly he'd been partaking in.
Nonetheless, Shiki reciprocated by pulling him into a soft embrace, pleased to see Akira greeting him properly. "Sorry it took so long," he murmured, bringing up a hand to stroke Akira's hair. He ran his fingers through Akira's disheveled bangs, pushing them back before kissing his forehead. Glancing down, he noted the undone buttons of Akira's shirt and the unkempt wrinkles of his sleeves.
Shiki exhaled a sigh of disappointment. "You never learn." His arm settled at the back of Akira's waist, hand holding Akira's side with a tight grip. Akira's breath hitched. "I take my eyes off you for a second, and look what happens," he said in quiet distaste.
Akira simply smiled and let out a shuddering breath. He dug his face into the crook of Shiki's neck, clinging to him tighter.
"Who was it this time?" Shiki asked, hand still stroking the back of Akira's messy hair. Not that he needed an answer, nor did he expect one. Akira never named them. That was part of the fun for him, Shiki supposed. Making him undertake the effort of finding their identities before hunting them down one by one.
In the end, they would all face punishment at their master's hands.
Shiki lifted his gaze, eyeing the opening of their bedroom doors. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped forward, hand curling around the hilt of his sword. He let go of Akira, striding toward their bedroom. Akira followed him, bare footsteps flitting after his heavier ones.
The guards lining the hall remained in their stiff, organized positions, keeping their eyes directed forward while Shiki stepped past the threshold of the doors and into the bedroom. There, occupying his bed, was the man (and likely one out of many) who Akira had seduced in his absence. The man was quivering, eyes blown wide with fear, regret and terror carving into his expression. He hadn't even thought to get off the bed or at the very least make himself look presentable; his clothes were still in disarray and scattered across the bed sheets.
Shiki's gaze sharpened on the man's unsightly form, lips thinning into a line. He unsheathed his katana, taking steady steps toward the bed. Behind him, Akira was trailing closely, eager to witness the bloodshed up front, no doubt.
He stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at the man. The man was practically breathing fear out of him now. Shiki would not say he didn't revel in it. The look of terror they always showed when they realized they were staring death in the face, while reflecting on the sole mistake that had cost them their measley lives, was a sight well worth witnessing.
He disposed of the trash on his bed with a swift strike to the neck, blade plunging into the man's throat. As he pulled back, blood spilled from the wound, and Akira exhaled a shivering, almost ecstatic breath behind him. Blood splattered onto the bed sheets, but that was hardly of any concern. The sheets had already been tainted prior to this, and the maids would be called in to change them like usual. As much as he enjoyed these little games with Akira, he loathed the possibility of sleeping in the residue of any of the vermin Akira had seduced while he was away.
The body fell onto the bed, and a pool of blood started to seep into the sheets from where the man's throat lay. Shiki flicked the blood off his sword. As he sheathed it, Akira wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing his face into Shiki's back.
"You're beautiful like this, Shiki."
Shiki relaxed his grip on his sword, letting Akira hold him. He brought his free hand up to stroke the length of Akira's arm around his body.
The games that he and Akira played had become a well-known fact within the castle now. Anyone foolish or conceited enough to touch what was his had no place in his castle, let alone in the realm of the living. If his men couldn't maintain loyalty by keeping their hands off his possession within the castle, then they certainly couldn't be trusted to obey orders outside of it.
He slowly turned around to face Akira. Akira's arms went around his neck and Akira stood up on his toes to kiss him. Ravenous and desperate—it was clear Akira had missed him.
Akira nipped at his lips, wetting Shiki's mouth with his own. The kiss they shared was intense and heated, and soon Akira began to squirm in Shiki's hold, his arms winding around Shiki's neck tighter.
But then Shiki pulled away from him, and Akira let out a low, needy whine at the separation. Shiki paid him no mind, though, as he walked toward the doors leading into the hallway. There was still business he needed to tend to.
Akira clung to his arm while walking beside him. He tried to slow Shiki down by taking sluggish steps, hardly being discreet about it. Adorable, but a futile act. Shiki ignored his efforts, keeping at the same pace that he was. They both eventually stepped outside of the bedroom, entering the hall.
"Have the maids clean this up," Shiki ordered to the nearest guard on standby.
"Yes, sir." The guard straightened even more before hurrying down the hall. It was only a few seconds later that a group of maids came running in the direction of the bedroom, carrying clean, new bedsheets and pillows, along with some cleaning equipment.
The other guards remained tense and unmoving, not a twitch out of place as Shiki walked down the hall with Akira. At the end of the hall were the men that had been giving their reports to Shiki earlier.
As Shiki approached them with Akira by his side, the men stiffened. They were staring at Akira, who hadn't even bothered to button back up his shirt. Shiki almost clicked his tongue. Really, he should know better. He pulled Akira closer to him. Akira, in turn, wrapped his arms around Shiki with a lazy ease, the sleeves of his shirt falling lower down his shoulders.
"Continue the report," Shiki demanded, his sharp voice drawing his subordinates' gazes away from Akira.
"Y-Yes." One of the men cleared his throat, nervously glancing over the documents in his hand. "About one of the rebel factions in the north… It seems like our intel was correct. One of our shipments was attacked on the western border. The shipment contained mostly vials of 30% concentrated Rein. Most likely, they're using the Rein to bolster their own forces."
"It's fine. Let them have the Rein. It might prove more interesting that way." Either they would get themselves killed trying to inject the Rein into their systems or… they might actually prove to be opponents worth fighting. Shiki faintly hoped it might be the latter, but the former was to be expected. Not many people could take Rein at higher concentrations; 10% was what most could handle, and handling more than 50% was almost unheard of—though of course, he himself was living proof that ingesting pure, undiluted Rein was possible.
Whereas the tag system from Igra had been left behind, Rein had become an important commodity in Toshima, as precious as monetary currencies. In a world where the strong prevailed and the weak perished; where disputes were settled by violence and force rather than under a governing body of law, Rein had become more valuable than ever to guarantee power and safety. Shiki had cultivated this very hierarchy; more ruthless and cutthroat than Igra ever could've been, and he took great pride in it. Those who were strong would survive while those who were weak would die off. It was the same rule as ever. Nothing had changed.
Except now, he would dye the world in the madness of Rein.
Akira rubbed his face into Shiki's shoulder. "Shiki… I'm bored."
Silence radiated in the hall, the tension in the air fraying. It seemed that alone had been enough to catch everyone's attention.
"Go wait for me in the bedroom," Shiki murmured, stroking Akira's hair.
"I don't want to."
"Then wait here."
Akira pouted at him, but made no effort to move.
Shiki gave him the barest hint of an amused smile before dropping it and flicking his gaze back to his subordinate. "Continue."
The man straightened and continued the report, doing his best to maintain a rigid composure much like the others. There were details about the increased transportation of Vischio's slaves across international borders. Inconsequential matters, really. Unlike Arbitro, Shiki found no interest in such things despite expanding Vishcio's influence in the sex trafficking sector. It was simply another way of establishing his power in the underworld. Drugs and sex trafficking went hand and hand together; both were common businesses conducted in the black market. Those involved in the prostitution market were likely to be prone to drug abuse, and with Rein's growing prominence, once it became rooted in overseas territories, the spread of Rein was going to advance even faster.
As the man continued to give the report, Akira huffed at the lack of attention he was receiving. He tugged on Shiki's arm. "Shiki… I want to play."
The man giving the report promptly quieted upon Akira's interruption. Shiki sighed, turning his attention away from his subordinate. He should have expected this.
"How many times do I have to tell you to wait?" he said to Akira, settling his arm at the small of Akira's back.
"But I've already waited a whole week for you to come back." He was whining now, acting like a puppy wounded from neglect.
"You can wait a little longer," Shiki said. But he would humor Akira for now. Sliding his hand down, he slipped his fingers inside Akira. They went in surprisingly easily despite his gloved hand.
That placated him. Akira shuddered against Shiki, humming a small moan and clinging to Shiki's body tighter. He squirmed as Shiki's fingers went in deeper, curling inside him before sliding back.
"Ah… Shiki…"
Shiki fingerfucked him slowly, dragging the cum out of him. Akira twitched around his fingers, his weight shifting from one foot to the other, hands clutching desperately at Shiki's back. He was letting out little moans, breathing into Shiki's neck while Shiki's fingers thrust into him, becoming slick with the cum from Akira's earlier escapade.
Shiki lifted his gaze from Akira back up to his subordinate. "Are you finished with the report?" It wasn't a question. The man visibly swallowed before nodding.
Shiki then pulled his fingers out, looking at his slicked hand with distaste. Akira took it and lifted it to his mouth, licking his stained fingers. He sucked on them one by one, cleaning the glove. When he was done, he let Shiki's finger slip out of his mouth with a wet pop against the leather, a content smile brushing the edge of his lips.
Shiki looked at his hand before lowering it to his side. "Prepare and assemble a team to accompany me in dealing with the rebels," he said to his subordinate. "We'll depart in three days."
"Yes, sir."
"That's all." He turned around with Akira in tow, disregarding the other reports that still had yet to be relayed.
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♱
Akira climbed onto his lap and straddled him. The sheets had been changed, all signs of blood from the earlier incident gone. The bed was covered in soft, silky sheets that shone with a faint luster. Akira's knees pressed into the bed sheets as he settled his weight fully atop Shiki's lap, making himself comfortable.
Akira tugged at Shiki's coat, taking it off for him and letting it fall to the bed. His arms then went around Shiki's neck and he immediately leaned forward to press his lips against Shiki's in a kiss. Shiki's hand was splayed flat across Akira's stomach, sliding up and down his torso from there, but always making sure to brush the piercing in his navel with his fingers. His other hand was on Akira's cock, squeezing slightly and thumbing the tip.
Akira moaned into the kiss and took one arm off Shiki. He lowered his hand and started fingering himself in time with the strokes on his cock. Shiki's hand remained steady, leather sliding gently along his cock, but soon it wasn't enough for Akira.
"Shiki… stop teasing," he mumbled.
"Should I?" Shiki murmured against his lips. "You've been quite bad, Akira. Whoring yourself out to my men like any one of them will do." He tsked, tugging on the piercing in Akira's navel. "It seems you need to be reminded of who your master is."
Akira shivered against him, his back arching slightly as if in response to the tug on his navel. "But I only want you, Shiki." His voice was low and sweet. He licked the shell of Shiki's ear, exhaling breaths of hot air against it. "I only need you…"
Shiki hummed, his hand tightening around Akira's cock for a moment before letting go.
"Show me how much you want it."
That was all he'd needed to say for Akira to push him down by the shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Akira sat on top of him, his hands going to Shiki's pants. He undid the belt and zipper, breathing a little when he saw Shiki's already hard cock before taking it into his hand, giving it a few strokes. Then he settled himself on top of it, moaning under his breath as it slid in easily.
It didn't take long for Akira to find a steady pace, his hands on Shiki's stomach, anchoring himself. He moved his hips up and down on Shiki's cock, letting it sink in all the way before lifting his hips again, moaning as he fucked himself on Shiki's cock, using it for nothing but pleasure.
Shiki was watching silently while lying on his back, eyes taking in every bit of Akira's obscene body. From the locks of his slightly matted hair to the beads of sweat glistening and trailing down his abdomen—he was weak in all the right places. What used to be toned with hard muscles was now pliant and lithe, nothing but soft flesh and skin.
The sides of Akira's unbuttoned shirt fell like curtains on both sides, exposing only the front of his body. Shiki placed his hand on Akira's abdomen, feeling the pale skin there. He roamed his hand up, his fingertips ghosting along his sternum, before moving to grip Akira's waist. His waist was thin, fitting nicely in the curve of his hand.
So fragile and supple. If he wanted to, he could mark this body just by grabbing and squeezing it too hard.
His gaze traveled lower. He watched the way Akira slid up and down on him, his cock disappearing in him for just a moment before reappearing again, the steady motion of his hips almost entrancing. Akira's cock was bouncing in front of him, considerably hard and wet.
Shiki brought a hand up to his mouth and bit on the fingertip of his glove, sliding it off with his teeth. He then wrapped his bare hand around Akira's cock, pumping it.
"Shiki… hah… ah…" Akira's voice softened, his blue eyes falling down to Shiki's hand. He wrapped a hand around Shiki's, helping Shiki to pump him better.
Then he started riding Shiki faster, his cock twitching in Shiki's hand. Akira parted his knees wider, breathing fast, eyes slightly dilated. He rocked his hips into Shiki's hand, his moans and gasps turning shaky. Shiki's hand was pumping him hard and fast now, bringing Akira closer to his orgasm.
Akira came with several spurts against Shiki's shirt, his legs quivering as his cock twitched, Shiki's hand stroking him through it. He shot cum until it was only leaking at the tip, moaning raggedly under his breath.
Shiki lifted his hand to Akira's face and Akira immediately took it and started licking it. He dragged his tongue through and up the gaps between Shiki's fingers, cleaning his hand. Shiki brought his other hand up to slide into Akira's hair.
"Missed you," Akira said with a breath, letting go of Shiki's hand from his mouth. He lowered himself until his chest was pressed flush with Shiki's body and nuzzled Shiki's neck. "…Don't leave me alone again for that long."
"Always so needy and spoiled," Shiki lightly chided, stroking the back of Akira's hair. He knew Akira could survive without his presence at the castle for a week; he'd gone on longer expeditions than that, after all, but Akira's patience never seemed to improve in spite of that.
Akira buried his face into his neck for a few more seconds before pushing himself off Shiki, rolling over to the side. He lazily stroked his cock, spreading himself before Shiki. Shiki's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before he moved over to position himself above Akira, taking Akira's legs into his hands. He pushed Akira's legs up and back.
Akira was biting his lip, his legs visibly strained in this position. He was trembling, watching while Shiki lowered his head. Shiki's lips met Akira's thigh, and they ghosted along the inside of it. He found a suitable spot to mark and then bit down on it. Sucking on the flesh of Akira's thigh, he held Akira's leg still, his mouth making wet noises against his skin. Akira let out a shaky hum, his hand touching his cock with needy strokes.
When he was done leaving his mark there, Shiki pressed a trail of wet kisses along his thigh before moving onto the other one. He sucked on Akira's thigh again, biting hard with his teeth, leaving another bruising mark that would last for weeks, making sure to look up into Akira's eyes as he did. Akira shuddered when their gazes met. His blue eyes were diluted with warm desire as they stared down at Shiki.
Shiki raised his head, briefly admiring the two red marks left on Akira's thighs before shifting to his knees and positioning himself to Akira's entrance. As he pressed in, Akira twitched around his cock, chest swelling in a breath of anticipation. When Shiki finally entered him, Akira lolled his head back, exhaling something caught between a moan and a sigh. "Shiki…" His voice quivered.
Shiki pulled back only to sink into him again, this time deeper, pushing down on Akira's legs. Akira moaned, his legs trembling as Shiki forced him to spread them even wider.
Shiki set a brutal pace immediately, fucking him hard and fast. Beneath him, he could feel Akira tensing with each rough thrust. So tight and hot—Akira was clenching hard around his cock. Shiki grunted, hips rocking into him.
Akira was jerking himself in time to Shiki's thrusts, hand tightened in a fist around his cock. He voiced Shiki's name between many gasps and moans, with pleas for more already rolling off his tongue.
"You're insatiable," Shiki murmured just before shifting his weight onto his knees and lifting his hips so they were in line with Akira's—and driving his cock straight down into him.
Akira cried out with his head thrown back against the bed, tensing up incredibly tight around Shiki. Shiki lifted his hips before thrusting down into him hard again, feeling Akira pull him in. Akira's soft moans came out like a symphony; he sounded ecstatic as Shiki fucked into him. Shiki drove into him nonstop, hips slamming right down onto Akira's, wet slaps filling the room. Akira was taking his cock so well, almost as if his body had been made for this.
Shiki let go of Akira's legs and lowered himself until his chest was nearly flush with Akira's, bracing his forearms against the bed. His mouth went straight for Akira's neck and Akira lolled his head to the side, letting Shiki suck on it. He left various bite marks across Akira's neck, renewing the old ones that had started fading in his one week absence. They went around like a necklace of bruises, bright red against his pale skin. Marks of possession; proof that Akira was his and belonged only to him.
Akira embraced him, putting his hand on the back of Shiki's head while Shiki was leaving another one on his neck. Akira's fingers slid into his hair, skimming his scalp, and Shiki sucked harder, teeth digging into his flesh, aiming to ensure this hickey would last a while. After all, Akira wanted these as much as Shiki enjoyed giving them.
Akira was murmuring Shiki's name in between gasps and breaths, but the broken murmurs soon slipped into incoherent moans, until all he could do was cling onto Shiki and bury his face in Shiki's shoulder. He wrapped his legs around Shiki's waist, hips tensing—and then he was coming, spilling heat between their bodies.
As Shiki felt Akira clenching down on him repeatedly, he exhaled, coming deep inside of him. Akira's breath hitched as Shiki's cock pulsed in him. A low but gratified moan then left his mouth and he clutched Shiki tighter, squeezing his legs around Shiki's waist. Pressing his hands on Shiki's back, he pulled Shiki closer to him.
Akira was practically milking his cock. He was clamping down so hard on Shiki, tightening around his cock with rhythmic twitches. One would think he was getting high off just being filled like this. Fucked-out moans slid from Akira's mouth as Shiki shot hot cum into him. Only when his cock stopped pulsing in him did Akira finally loosen his arms and legs around him.
Akira was breathing heavily, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty and flushed face. He smiled, though, and then lifted his head to plant soft kisses along Shiki's jawline, his arms still wrapped around Shiki's body.
A bit of cum spilled out as Shiki pulled out, cock slipping from his body. Shiki shifted to lie on his side. He hooked his arm under Akira's leg, forcing Akira onto his side as well, easily lifting his leg up.
"Shiki, wait—"
"You're the one who wanted to play," he said. He slipped his cock back into him again; it was still messy and slick inside, but he started thrusting, cock reaching in deep.
Akira panted, already going out of breath again as Shiki forced him to take his cock once more. Despite his initial protest, Akira tipped his knee higher, spreading himself wider for Shiki so he could thrust in at a deeper angle like this. Shiki was already fucking him fast again, and Akira moaned, trembling hands clutching the bed sheets. His legs were quivering but Shiki kept his leg up, keeping Akira spread for him, his hips thrusting nonstop, cock driving in and out of him. He would thoroughly remind Akira of who he belonged to.
He bit the shell of Akira's ear, his other hand reaching under and around to twist one of Akira's nipples. Akira clenched around his cock, already coming again, his moans high and needy. He tipped his head back over his shoulder to kiss Shiki, one hand reaching for Shiki's arm. Shiki parted his lips and let Akira's tongue slide into his mouth.
Their mouths were hot, tongues messily grinding together, lips wet with saliva. Akira moaned into Shiki's mouth, cock spurting heat over his own abdomen. When the kiss broke, he was panting, his body barely holding itself up.
"Sh-Shiki…" Akira's eyes were wetting with tears now, face and neck red from the exertion of being fucked out, but still Shiki didn't show him mercy. He continued to fuck into Akira's lewd body, intent on making sure he knew who his master was.
In body and in soul—he owned him.