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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Finder_no_Hyouteki_|_Finder_Series
  Relationship:
      Asami_Ryuichi/Takaba_Akihito
  Character:
      Asami_Ryuichi, Takaba_Akihito
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-19 Words: 3439
****** Defiled ******
by Amelita
Summary
     The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. (One shot)
Dirt damp from the slight drizzle that had turned the whole day gray, and made
the night seem darker than the black mud that molded to his bare feet as he
ran. He would have given anything for a pair of his thick fur lined boots at
that moment, but it was no use, he had switched clothes with one of the
stableboys and the pants and shirt were terribly thin. That evening, after
everyone within the castle had retired, Akihito had whacked his substitute
guards in the back of the head with a dinner tray and climbed out of the window
onto a tree, ripping his fine royal garments in the process. He had not planned
on how difficult it would be to climb out windows nor climb down large tree
branches in the royal robes, much less run away in them. But then again, he
hadn’t planned much at all about his hasty escape.
Akihito was not well-known for his impulse control.
But Luck had smiled upon him however, and one of the stableboys had been passed
out drunk behind the livery. He had switched clothes quickly and kept his
shoes. Sadly, they were more house slippers than anything, wholly suitable for
walking on the rough terrain of his kingdom. The rain didn’t help matters and
the plush velvety soles were soon wet, slippery with mud and more hazardous
than going barefoot. Akihito had chucked them in a lake and continued on.
The continuous drizzling rain didn’t do much to cool him off. It was the dead
of summer and Akihito’s wet heavy hair kept tangling before his eyes with every
step, matting across his face. He was never allowed to cut it, not once since
he had been born. He was sorely wishing he had taken a knife to it before
jumping out the window. Akihito, and most specifically his hair, was the crown
jewel of the Kingdom of Sion. It was said that in the early days, Sion had been
plagued by droughts and fire and earthquakes. The people had cried and pleaded
for deliverance and in his infinite mercy God had sent one of his descendants
down to rule over Sion; a beautiful young man with one blue eye and one green.
Blue for the sky and Green for the earth. His golden hair represented the power
of the heavens. The legend foretold that as long as the angel and all of his
descendants were loved and obeyed by the people of Sion, never again would the
land be plagued by fire and drought.
Akihito scoffed at the legend. A con-artist is what his great great great
grandfather had probably been; taking advantage of a bunch of silly,
superstitious people to buy himself a ticket to the good life. Akihito knew
there was no more divinity in his golden hair than there was in the mud that
covered his feet. One thing was true though and thats that Akihito was the last
of his kind. He was the only remaining living member of the Royal line of Sion.
They called him the Last Prince of Sion. Akihito thought that ‘Last Prisoner of
Sion’ would be a much better name for himself. The REAL ruler of Sion kept him
locked up like a bird in a gilded cage; taking him out and parading him in
front of the people when appropriate and then locking him back up inside the
castle for his amusement.
And at the thought of HIM, the beautiful little prince growled in anger, threw
his hair back out his face and began to run faster. It wouldn’t be long before
he figured out Akihito was missing. And Aki knew he had to get as far away from
the castle as possible and find a good hiding spot before it got much darker.
His long radiant tresses fell down to his slender back, framing his curvy
bottom and shapely legs. Every step vibrated through his long pale legs, what
little strength in them sorely tested after running uphill for so long. With
each stretch, his muscles contracted and sent painful sensations up his calves
and thighs. The constant pounding was bruising on the delicate pads of his
tender, royal feet. Without stopping or turning around, he gritted his teeth
from the pain, his eyes narrowed with determination to get away from his
jailer…and tormentor….
Hours later, the heat was starting to get to him. Akihito moaned in misery. Oh,
if only he had brought some water. Something. He was so hot, his mouth felt
like it was filled with cotton. He had only been running for a few hours at
most, but he was already starting to feel almost delirious. His imagination fed
off the temperature and humidity and the shadows of the woods around him….
which almost seemed to be closing in. Trying not to panic, he looked around the
woods, trying to identify the dark trees and which way exactly he was supposed
to be running. A small beam of light was visible about ten meters away and
Akihito moved towards it. It was a clearing, with the moonlight beaming down
even as the rain poured down. The thick foliage of the forest kept all but a
few drops from landing, but inside the open clearing, the cleansing rain fell
hard.
He lifted his face to the moonlight. The rain poured over him washing the dirt
and the sweat from his skin, soaking the thin cotton shift he wore and molding
it to his gorgeous body like a second skin. The way the cotton clung to his
curves, he might as well have been wearing nothing at all. Hot, tired he open
his full lips and caught the raindrops on his tongue, laughing at the way they
teased and cooled his mouth. Lost in the sensation, he basked in his newfound
freedom and the sweet rain that caressed his body…….but suddenly a sound jarred
him back to reality.
Akihito drew a sudden, sharp breath in as the moon was blocked by the clouds
and sudden all was dark again. Impossible to see anything but the outlines of
the black trees. He was unaware of the way his pale skin glowed even in the
dark. His luminous golden hair that seemed to shine with a light of its own.
Drawing the darkness to him like a beacon. He tried to quiet even the sound of
his own rapid breathing, the pounding of his heartbeat which he was sure could
be heard for miles it was so loud. The hairs on the back of his neck stuck up
in wary anticipation.
Someone….or something was watching him.
The clouds moved apart, just for a second, allowing moonlight back into the
clearing. Akihito froze in petrified fear at what was revealed. A man's
enormous silhouette, huge and dark. He was well over six feet tall. With his
arms crossed and a stance that spoke of the will and the power to crush any
resistance. Worst of all, those golden eyes were narrowed angrily, right on
Akihito. Even though he knew it was too late, that there was no escape….not
that there had ever been……sheer terror drove him on and the boy turned and ran
in the opposite direction.
-
The sight of his fine, white skin streaked with black mud as he pushed him
forward onto his knees nearly unmanned him. The sight of such filth marring
such perfect skin as the boy knelt with his beautiful hands and slender knees
digging into the mud sent white hot rage through the Dragon. He didn’t belong
out here. He belonged on white silk sheets, surrounded by perfumes and flowers.
On a golden altar. Exalted. High above all others. And yet, he refused to stay
put.
With an angry grunt, he roughly stripped the soiled fabric off the little
prince’s body, leaving his back and bottom completely unexposed to his hot
gaze. His young flesh was wet from the sweat and rain; every curve and contour
glistening deliciously. He knew it was wrong. He had known it from the start.
He was sworn to protect him….and yet….as he had watched grow, from a beautiful
little boy, into a stunning young man…..he had been unable to resist defiling
that perfect flesh. Even now, he knew he should stop….but he could not. He was
helpless against the allure of Akihito’s beautiful body, his gorgeous
unwavering spirit.
The boy struggled against the massive hands that held him down. His shouts of
anger alternated with pitiful cries for mercy rang out loudly in the quiet of
the night, muted by the raindrops that fell on the leaves around them. There
was no one to hear Akihito’s torment. No one to stop him. His hot palms stroked
down the young man’s back, admiring the quivering young muscles before it
continued over his sweet rounded hips and delved made between his soft sweet
thighs. There was a harsh reprimand in his voice when he finally spoke.
“I told you pet, what would happen if you tried to run away from me again”
He relished the way Akihito’s trembles intensified. Petting his way over the
silky skin, enjoying the curves of his ass and the exquisite softness of his
quaking inner thighs against his own rough, calloused fingertips. He traced it
once then twice before grabbing that soft skin hard and pushing roughly, making
his thighs spread wide and his back arch. The motion thrust the boy’s sweet
little ass up towards him in a Siren’s call the beast could not ignore.
"Please. Please don’t."
The word was whispered through lips coated in tears as he continued to struggle
to get away. He smirked. Akihito should know better by now. Roughs hands
continued their patterns, his fingers playing over taut skin, palms squeezing
as he relished the feel of all that hot fragile flesh at his mercy. There was
no escape for him. Not now, not ever. His struggles as always had the opposite
of their desired effect. It made his blood rush in his temples; the gorgeous
way the prince’s small frame shuddered, defenseless, open, shaking with fear
and…… slight arousal he wasn’t yet aware of. He whimpered as his limp flesh was
stroked, slowly forcing pleasure on him and it hardened against his will. His
whimpers were filled with anger, helplessness and hot desire accentuated by his
heavy breathing.
In the lovely blond’s torment, the cruel man found beauty. As always, he was
intoxicated by Akihito’s every movement; his sound, smell, sight, and feel of
his lovely body as it submitted under his strong hands. Every movement
reaffirmed that he was helpless and defenseless. His heartbeat and desire
vibrated in his mind, as it had from the moment he had spied the runaway
prince, barefoot and agile as he made way through the trees, his golden hair
tumbling in disarray down his back, his slender form calling out with every
step and leap he made over the rocky terrain. Oh, he had watched him for a long
time, like a predator stalking every closer to his unwary prey. So close he
could have touched Akihito’s cheek in the dark had he wished without the boy
even seeing him. Akihito did not belong in the dark. But he did. Yes, the dark
was his domain and Akihito would not escape unscathed.
Oh, he wouldn't let any harm truly befall the little prince. Even as he had
tackled him from behind, he had taken care to wrap his arms around the boy’s
waist and land with himself on bottom, his own back thudding to the ground.
Always mindful to protect that pale perfect skin. The fall took the wind out of
Akihito, but that was all.
And now he was on his knees, his own small pink fingers dug into the earth as
thick fingers were pushed inside his tiny body. Slowly working it deep inside
to play with that spot he knew the boy had no defense against. He began
squealing dramatically when pressure was applied to it. His slender hips,
jumping and bucking under the rough hands that held him down. Filling them with
his softness. The Dragon began growling at the fear; intoxicated by the arousal
that ignited under his sweet skin. Leaning over to cover the boy’s trembling
back with his own large chest; he brought his warm lips against that pretty
pink ear.
"You never learn do you?” The words were whispered with a menacing slowness
that made Akihito cringe.
His breath caressed his ear as his hand dropped to the inside of his knee
before starting a journey up his thigh. "Did you think I wouldn’t come for you?
That I wouldn’t find you?" The words were spoken as he pressed his palm against
the underside of the boy’s balls, applying a pressure that was only slightly
painful. He smiled cruelly and the boy shuddered. Shaking his head back and
forth, he tried to deny the pleasure in the pressure. At the lack of verbal
response, he squeezed the sensitive little globes of flesh harder.
"Apologize, Akihito. Apologize for trying to run from me and maybe I’ll go easy
on you this time."
"No.” The boy’s voice squeaked out, and the beast smiled at the embarrassment
he heard in it. The boy was becoming aroused by his power and touch.
His hand still pressed against Akihito’s most intimate area, he reached up with
his other hand to run over the boy’s back and haunches. Stroking him the way
one would comfort a child or a pet. He couldn’t help but chuckle darkly at the
sudden fresh attack of shivers that racked his small body at the gentle
petting. He was confused, afraid and distraught at yet another failure.
Terrified because he knew what the consequences would be this time.
"Come on, be a good boy, if you beg me, I’ll be gentle." He teased, reveling in
his fear. But it wasn’t enough, for Akihito to fear him. He wanted so much
more. Trying to push the small boy to his breaking point, he disengaged himself
completely; pulling back and ending the contact of skin. Pulling back so far he
knew Aki couldn’t even feel his body heat anymore. He knew the boy would feel
cold, lonely and adrift after the loss of being completely surrounded by his
much larger, much stronger frame. Whatever else he was to Akihito, he knew Aki
felt safe with him. The boy knew that he would allow no one to harm him.
No one else anyway.
He knelt behind him. Not saying another word. He just watched him, his golden
eyes clouded with amusement and desire, love and obsession….and a hint of
madness. The prince’s fragile arms struggled to keep his body weight up. Every
inch of his thin frame pulled tight as he trembled from the cold, the fear and
the anticipation. Kneeling in the black mud. The shaking way his breath broke
was beyond enticing. But what the Dragon as waiting for was his complete
surrender…..
He held back allowing his prey a moment to assess the situation. What would he
do? Would he beg? Or continue to fight the inevitable?
The seconds ticked by without contact and the beast held his breath in
anticipation of Akihito’s next move.
The boy scrambled to his feet. Shaking hands pushed off the ground as his right
foot came forward underneath him to push off in a sprint. He surged forward as
the Dragon’s hand closed around his left ankle. He grinned when the boy kicked
backwards, hard. Kicking, twisting and thrashing his trapped leg in a futile
attempt to free it. As usual, his fight was useless. His cruel grip didn't
loosen even the slightest on that delicate ankle as he flipped him. Golden eyes
glowed in appreciation of the boy’s spirit as he continued to fight. He knew
the breath had been knocked out of him when he hit to ground but he still
continued to kick his legs forwards. Beaten but unwilling to yield. Ah, if only
he knew how it enticed the monster inside.
He smiled as he cruelly grabbed the other kicking foot; easily gaining control
of both legs as Akihito lay helplessly on his back. He used the boys legs to
lift him, manipulate his body, spread it wide and open for his pleasure.
Reminding him of how strong he was….and how weak Akihito was in comparison. How
useless it was to fight. His smile was fierce, the look in his golden eyes pure
predator as the boy’s eyes glared up at him. He wanted to laugh. His wildcat
was completely undaunted. So beautiful; one green eyes and one blue. Like his
two personalities. One was a spitting wildcat, the other was his purring
kitten.
Only he was allowed to make Akihito purr.
And purr he would, before this night was over
Grabbing a hold of those soft thighs, he dragged the boy down towards him until
they were eye level. Staring into his lovely eyes, he smiled and decided to
greet him finally, "Hello Akihito”
“Fuck you Asami” The boy’s perfect lips spat back and Asami’s gaze fell on his
quivering pink mouth. Parted and panting with exertion.
He clucked his tongue in chastisement.
“Such language, Your Highness. And to your ever loyal General!” Asami used the
grip he had on Akihito’s ankles to bend him double, his dirty, mud-streaked
legs spread wide in an incredible humiliating, undignified position; in utter
contrast to the respectful title he used to address the boy. He did it to keep
the little prince from getting high and mighty as he was prone to do. He did it
to remind Akihito just who the little prince belonged to. And would always
belong to.
Completely ignoring the curses coming from the royal’s pretty mouth, Asami
swallowed down every inch of his cock. When his lips met the base, Akihito
ground his hips forward and a slight helpless whimper escaped his throat as he
forgot everything, but the pleasure inflicted upon him. His tiny, muddy fingers
flying to Asami’s hair, grasping and scratching. After a few moments, he began
squirm and Asami released the engorged flesh with a filthy pop. One hand
fiercely stoking the slick, saliva covered flesh, the other using slow gentle
sweeps to massage his sack and then delving between his pert rounded cheeks to
roughly thrust two thick fingers inside him. He allowed the boy only a moment
to catch his breath before latching back onto his cock and sucking with all his
considerable might. His golden eyes glowed in the darkness as the beautiful
little prince writhed in the mud and the muck, gasping in pain and pleasure as
he gave himself over to the darkness. The black soil covered his fingers where
they dug into the ground, streaks of it running up his long legs. It coated his
back, clumps in his golden hair as he threw his head back. The filth utterly
despoiling and defiling the prince’s creamy pure skin. Asami drew the cum up
out of Akihito’s shaft ruthlessly, painfully forcing it from his body and into
his own mouth. He swirled it with his tongue, relishing the taste, before
grabbing Akihito’s hips and lifting his ass into the air. Crudely spreading the
boy’s round cheeks and spitting his own cum back up inside his own asshole. It
would be all the lubrication he would get. Asami had given him the choice. It
didn’t have to be this way. But as usual, Akihito had made the wrong decision….
“You are mine sweet boy. And I will NEVER let you go.” Akihito shook his head
and moaned in denial, but his arousal made a fool of him. Asami grinned wide
before shoving his hips forward, hilting himself completely inside the prince’s
tender little body in one thrust. He was careful not to tear the delicate
flesh, but he needn’t have been concerned. That sweet hole was still a little
loose and sloppy from the working over Aki had gotten for being disobedient
just a few hours earlier. He never learned.
For hours, Akihito’s hoarse screams of painfilled pleasure echoed off the
arches of the dark branches overhead until the storm quieted and all that was
left was the silence of the night.
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