http://clampfix.fanworks.net/smut/sympathy05.txt </head><body><pre>Hello everyone! It's me again. I've got fresh parts of "Sftd" for You^^ Sorry for not posting for such a long time, did you miss me? ^^' N-joy! "Sympathy for the Devil" by arashi Part 5 (NC-17) It was a very beautiful and tempting image. The moonlight reflected on the dagger's hilt, silver, just like Yukio's hair He had a very unique hair color, it somehow reminded me of a spider web. I liked it. The blade in my hand was screaming for me to sink it into the boy's flesh, ripping him open. Oh, it definitely was a beautiful image. He was hypnotized with the deadly beauty of the blade. He couldn't take his eyes from it, staring at the dagger with fear and something that could be interpreted as arousal. But, of course I could be wrong. I started walking towards the bed, pushing the boy with me. I didn't sense any resistance from him. Good. The boy was ready almost for everything that I was going to 'offer' him. I walked until Yukio's calves hit the bed's frame. I held his shoulders in a firm grip as I pushed him onto the bed. I positioned myself on top of him, kneeling over the boy's slender body, my hands still on his shoulders. The cold, dragon-shaped hilt clawed at his skin, but he wasn't paying attention at the pain it caused. He just...stared at me, boring his eyes into mine. I was slowly getting bored again. He was lying on the bed like a rag doll, doing absolutely nothing that could amuse me. He knew that I wasn't pleased with his behavior, or rather the lack of any behavior at all. I decided it was about the time to use the dagger. I ran the end of the blade along the soft surface that was his skin, making small cuts. They weren't too deep, but profound enough to draw blood. He hissed at the wet sensation on his chest and the stinging pain that he felt. The trickles of blood flew down onto the white sheets spread on the bed. I lowered my head, reducing the distance between our faces. My lips were now almost on his. I shifted my tongue apex along my upper lip and 'accidentally licked at his, making a soft moan escape his throat. I made few more cuts on his creamy skin, kissing each wound that appeared. I parted his legs with one smooth move of my knee, rubbing his already active organ. By the sounds he was making I could tell that he was enjoying this. I caressed his inner thigh with the dagger's hilt and the other with my hand making him harden even more. My hands were so close to his pulsing need. He moaned disappointedly when my hand avoided it once more. Teasing him was so amusing. Seeing him squirm and beg for release was the thing I was waiting for. "Please..." he said as his hand found the way to my zipper. He undid the button and tried to unzip my pants, but I slapped the hand away, smirking. He looked at me, confused. I smiled and told him to flip to his stomach. He obeyed me, pressing his chest onto the silky sheets. His hands rested under his chin, lifting his head just a little. He watched me from the corner of his eye, waiting for my next move. I slipped my hand under him, lifting him to a kneeling position. I unzipped my pants and slipped them down my body, not completely removing them. I pressed the tip of my member between his buttocks, teasing his small opening His moans were getting louder and more desperate. "Do you want me to fill you?" I whispered into his ear, licking it and flicking my tongue inside. "Yes!" he cried I clutched my fist around the dagger and raised my hand. He didn't notice that. Good, the bigger will be the surprise that I had for him. His hands were spread wide on the bed and I could see how he dug them into the sheets. I took the swing and sank the blade into his palm. He screamed at the top of his lungs, feeling the sharp object pierce his tiny hand. He started to struggle, but that wasn't a wise decision, since he only caused himself only more pain. I pushed my hips forward, entering him and tearing him from inside. He shrieked again, feeling my presence deep inside of him. I took the dagger out and tossed it aside. Deeply buried, I started moving. He supported his body on his elbows, seeing that he couldn't use his hand anymore, and lowered his head. The only sound I heard was his quiet sobbing and moaning as I increased the speed of my movements. I didn't care if I was hurting him or not. And I know that it was hurting him like hell. When he couldn't stand the pain anymore he begged me to stop. I ignored him. He seemed to forget about the slit in his palm. The only thing he felt at this moment was me, deep inside of him. My head rested on his shoulder as I whispered him "You wanted that. You wanted me to fill you. Wasn't it that, whore?" He was choking with his tears, knowing that I didn't give a fuck about him. And why should I? He was a street whore. Another pathetic human. A Nobody. After a few powerful thrusts I came, spilling my essence within him. He followed me soon after. Panting, we both collapsed onto the bed. His breath was shallow and irregular; the blood loss left its mark. He stared at his bloody palm, tears mixing with blood as he hid his face in his hands. What was he feeling? Pain? Shame? Maybe both? "That was fun." I said, pulling out of him and zipping my pants. He said nothing. I threw the check on the bed. "There're some bandages in the bathroom." I told him, leaving the room. * 'Kamui' was still watching television; he only changed his sitting position. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he spoke, not taking his eyes from the TV screen "Oh yes, it was quite amusing." I answered with a chuckle. He chuckled with me as he stood up and started walking in my direction. In a trice he was in front of me. He was standing so close that we were nose to nose. "You have blood on your face." he said, smiling "Where?" I asked grabbing instinctively my right cheek He smiled and drew his lips to my other cheek "There." he said, cleaning my cheek with his tongue. His golden eyes gazed at me. "That wasn't your blood." "How can you tell that?" I asked, putting my hand on his head and playing with his hair. "It's easy. Yours taste like honey and this one was rather bitter." he purred into my ear. "I see." "You better go to check on your little friend." He said, removing my hand from his head and getting back to the sofa. When I entered the bathroom I saw that the boy wasn't there. Hmmm. He was probably still in the bedroom. I opened the bedroom door. The sight in the bedroom was...interesting. The boy, Yukio, was sitting on the bed with my family dagger speared through his wrist. He didn't see me entering the room. His eyes were misted and his mind was absent. I approached him and snatched the blade out of his hand. I grabbed his wrist and looked at the wound. The cut wasn't serious; he missed the artery. He was looking at the blood that flew from his veins and started crying. I brought the first-aid kit and dressed his wounds; the one on his palm and the other that he made on his wrist. The other small cuts weren't worth taking care of, so I left them as they were. When his wounds were dressed and his skin cleaned of any blood traces, I slapped him hard. So hard that even I felt the pain on my hand. He covered the place with his hand and looked dumbfounded at the sheets, which was still covered with his blood. "I don't want to see something like that again, you hear me? I decide about your pathetic life and when I decide to kill you you'll die, not sooner. Get it?" He nodded. "Now. See this paper?" I pointed at the bloodstained check that was lying on the bed "I bought you. You're mine property. Understood?" He nodded again. "Get dressed and then come to the living room." 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