by Lara Yokoshima

This is an alternate universe (AU) fiction, based on the Project: Unigenitus main characters. It can also have some small appearances of characters from other of my stories. Nothing written on this story can be related to PU, except for some character behaviors and names.

XVII. Black Market Blood

The strong smell of cedar, a faint aroma of aged grapes, and certainly the disturbing humidity of the place were the first things Yamah noticed when he awoke in that room. He blinked several times, trying to adjust his pupils to the darkness of the area.  He then felt a sharp pain at the back of his head; probably from the strong hit he received minutes ago.

Where am I?, the young man asked himself as he tried to move his weary body from the cold, wooden floor. When he wanted to stand up from the uncomfortable position, he noticed his wrists were firmly tied behind his waist. The rope made a squeaking sound when he tried to free his hands and his attempt to escape his restraints ended in failure.

“What the fuck…?” the youth asked in a hoarse voice.  He stopped his struggling for a moment to gather his strength.  With a great deal of effort, he propelled his body with the little strength he had left and staggered to his feet.  Yamah rested his body over the wall, his breathing hard and frantic.  He felt like his heart was about to pop out of his chest, but he managed to calm himself.
 
He started to explore the room with his eyes, using the little light that entered the room by what seemed to be a door several feet away. He could have stood up and walked a little, but Yamah thought it would be best to save his energy for now. Yamah noticed a faint glimmer from the opposite wall; he half-closed his eyes, trying to sharpen his sight. There was at least a hundred bottles, all organized in perfectly. He then knew he was inside a wine cellar.

A wine cellar?! What the hell?? How did I…? Who…?

So many questions were running through his mind, but he couldn’t answer any of them. He felt a little cold now, remembering he was just wearing a white shirt, and didn’t have time to dress before the beastly blonde came to his place and attacked him.

“That son of a bitch…” Yamah softly cursed.  He blamed himself as well for not being strong enough to stop him and that Yagami guy. Two against one, how cowardly is that?!, Yamah cursed again. He analyzed his actual situation. How would he be able to escape? He at least wanted to know how he arrived at this place, and for that, he needed to see one of his captors.

Not even five minutes had passed since Yamah had resumed his struggle with the ties on his wrist when he heard steps coming from the other side of the door. He stopped his movements, and even contained his breathing, preparing himself to receive the stranger. The doorknob turned with a metallic sound, and the wooden door screeched as it was slowly opened. Yamah turned his head to the side when the bright light from the outside hit his sensitive eyes. But even though his eyes burnt because of the ferocious light, he stared directly into the male body that was standing in front of him. “Ku—Kurumada…”

“You awake already? You are a though one, y’know?” the blonde smiled and chuckled a few times before crouching near the still frail, silver-haired teenager. “I had to hit you two times before you went unconscious…”

“Where… where am I?” Yamah asked weakly, too tired to even raise his head and look at his captor. He felt rough fingers travel around his chin, cupping it and raising his face, making him stare directly into Kenji Kurumada’s sinister eyes.

“You seem so very fragile, asking with that weak voice… it is almost as if you are begging” the blonde whispered, amused by his unfortunate victim. Yamah tried to remove his face from Kenji’s grasp, but the blonde only tightened his fingers around his delicate skin. Kenji grinned wickedly before releasing Yamah’s face moments later.

Yamah’s heart was beating amazingly fast. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was feeling so afraid; afraid of being alone with this guy, especially in his current condition; it was something that he didn’t want. He watched Kenji, not allowing the blonde escape his sight as he walked around the cellar and later the blonde stopped in front of some bottles.  He dusted off some of the dirt and cobwebs from the bottle he retrieved before returning to Yamah and seating himself in an old, wooden chair next to the white-haired boy.

“Pinot Noir, 1995” the blonde said while raising the bottle so the light coming from outside the door made the words legible. “So this thing has 10 years of age? Interesting…” Kenji said.  He dug into his pockets and retrieved his trusty Swiss army pocketknife. Yamah observed silently as the blonde uncorked the bottle with a bit of difficulty, but finally did manage to open it.  The summer fruit aroma soon filled the silver-haired boy’s nostrils.

Kenji didn’t waste more time, and quickly took the bottle’s mouth to his lips, raising his head and giving the wine a careless gulp. The blonde immediately wiped away the remains of the red colored liquid from his lips.  “Not bad” he said with a self-satisfied smile.

“You know?” Kenji said while standing up from the chair, turning his back to Yamah who was still staring at him with tired eyes. “I have to confess… I never liked you. The first time I saw you walking in the classroom so presumptuously the first year, making everybody else look and feel like inferior beasts at your feet… I thought then, ‘this guy is going to be my pain in the ass.’”

Yamah remained quiet. It seemed this was the perfect time to recover some strength, by letting the blonde speak his mind.  It was also the perfect time to learn more about his deadly archenemy.

“You thought you were so smart; to always make us feel like fools in class, even in sports! Everything you did was just perfect in the eyes of the teachers, and other students even admired you! You made us, the not so smart, look like dirty scumbags. It didn’t matter that my family –and others’, were wealthier than yours.  Oh, but you were admirable; because your grades were the best and you got yourself the highest scholarship to prove we were even more unworthy. But I knew you were as pitiful as anyone of us… trying to cover your pathetic dark side, the one you don’t want anyone to know. Well, I know… Yashiro!”

The white-haired youngster gasped in surprise. How did he know his real name? Yamah never told anyone, and the only one that knew was…

“Yes… Yokoshima Yashiro. Was it coincidence that your last name was the same as Eiji’s? You may be thinking now, was Eiji the one who told me? Perhaps… but no.” Kenji paused, and smiled. “Besides… I never knew you were sick enough to be fucking your own brother, you goddamn pervert!” Kenji spit the ugly words onto Yamah’s face, snickering for a few moments before forcing himself to stop. “Now I know your dark side, you freak!”

“Shut up!” Yamah responded angrily, “I love him in a way you’ll never understand!” Kenji didn’t like the immediate answer very much, and smacked Yamah directly on his cheek to quiet him. Yamah moaned; it almost seemed as if the pain intensified with each passing second. He was weak, but why? Could it be possible that he was under the effect of some kind of drug?

“You shut up, fucking asshole!” Kenji replied with a loud, dominant voice. He would have loved to punch him again, this time harder, but he stopped his arm in mid-air. Then, he chuckled. There he was, the person he hated the most, crouching like a frightened puppy over the floor; the immense, gratifying sensation of this new power overwhelmed him.

“Do you want to know why you are here?” Kenji asked the other youth with a calm voice. There was no need for Yamah to answer, it was pretty obvious he needed answers; he just nodded with softness, waiting for the other young man to respond.

“You are the perfect bait. Eiji will come and attempt to rescue you…” the blonde paused for a few seconds, but then continued with a mocking smile, “of course, that will be impossible. I will make you witness my dominance over him; you will never look at me as an inferior bastard again. I will rape you, break you, and when we are finished, I’ll later make you beg for more. And then you will never confront me again, and Eiji will be entirely mine, and you will be my loyal servant. I’ll fuck Eiji in front of your eyes, over and over again, and you will approve without hesitation, got it? Because that’s what I want, and nobody, not even you, will be able to stop my wishes”.

“You… motherfuc— ack!“ Yamah wanted to reply, but was soon stopped by Kenji’s hand snatching his silvery hair and pulling his head back, forcing him to face the ceiling.

“Let’s celebrate my new supremacy over you. Cheers!” the blonde said with optimism before emptying the wine bottle onto Yamah’s face.  He could taste the strong flavor of the wine dissolving on his tongue while the fresh, reddish liquid descended onto Yamah’s head, neck and body; staining his white hair and shirt with a bright, red tint.

Kenji grabbed the other youth’s face with his hand once again, staring at his platinum eyes. It was then he finally noticed that a tear escaped from one of Yamah’s eyes. He was first a bit surprised, but the blonde later smirked, very pleased by the sight.

“Why are you doing this to us?!” Yamah finally shouted with pure despair. He didn’t know what else to do or say to defend the little pride that was left in his heart. Kenji released his face with a rough move, and then Yamah began sobbing very softly, his head low. “I won’t ever forgive you…”

“I don’t need your forgiveness” the blonde quickly replied.

“You are sicker than I am!” Yamah yelled desperately, “Trying to show us your ‘astounding’ power by doing this… I can assure you, you will not force us to desist!”

Kenji felt insulted. He held the glass bottle tightly in his hand, staring at the white-haired boy that just defied him once again. With a quick move of his arm, he smashed the bottle onto the floor, breaking it in half and spilling the rest of the wine all over the floor. He then rapidly approached Yamah, pulling his head back by his white hair and exposing the soft skin of his neck. Yamah could feel the sharp ends of the broken bottle caressing his neck with ruggedness and cutting the thin flesh just enough to let a tiny river of blood to seep out of the small wounds.

“I think I should end this now… say good bye, freak!!” the blonde shouted; Yamah shut his eyes, perhaps it was better this way. He didn’t want to suffer anymore. I’m such a coward!

But then, the annoyingly high ring tone of Kenji’s cell phone made the blonde stop himself. He let Yamah’s hair go, and quickly answered the phone. Yamah sighed deeply when Kenji released his grip, and tried to calm himself down. He could just barely hear a voice coming from Kenji’s cell phone, a frantic male voice.

“What have you done to him, you son of a bitch!?”, the voice angrily asked from the other end of the line.

“Heh… I didn’t expect you to call this quickly,” Kenji chuckled “you must really care for him.”

Yamah was too tired to pay much attention to the entire conversation. After a while, the blonde hung up, and returned to him with a strange expression in his face. He sat down on the chair, and stared at Yamah for a few moments.  He then smiled as he grabbed the white-haired boy’s face and stared into his eyes. “Show time”, were the only words that came out of Kenji’s lips, and he let Yamah’s head fall from his grip.

Eiji was sitting impatiently on his disarranged bed. He knew that if he went to where his twin brother was being held captive, it was like going directly into death’s jaws. I know it’s some kind of trap… but what else should I do? I can’t just leave Yashiro there…

He didn’t have the time to think anymore; something terrible could happen to his brother if he didn’t hurry. Kenji was there after all, and knowing him and his immense hatred for Yamah, he could not be trusted with his brother’s life.  The brunette started running down the hallway but stopped in the middle of the corridor thinking of what to do next.  The name of the only one that would help him appeared in his mind: Koji. The always cheerful and loyal Koji. The brunette ran outside and hastily stopped a taxi in the middle of the street, boarding the vehicle without delay.

“Nephillim Private High School please”, Eiji said to the taxi driver. A bit calmer now, the brunette took out the piece of paper Kenji had left for him in his room after kidnapping Yamah. He read the address written on the paper one more time, as if trying to locate the place. But something about that address disturbed him; it was in one of Tokyo’s best residential areas. Curiously, not inside of it, but outside, near one of the mountain forests surrounding the area. Could it be a cabin from a rich family?

Eiji waited impatiently, sitting in the back seat of the car. He stared at the strangely empty streets of the city; it seemed as if something terrible was about to happen and people were guarding themselves in their homes. Bad omen, he thought in silence, I just hope Yashiro is fine until I arrive. He swore he would kill the bastard who planned all this, and then, he and his brother would leave the city and never return. It was the best thing to do, for his sake.

Koji tried to maintain the difficult position on the bed, grabbing the now messy bed sheets with his hands. His hips where raised high in an attempt to maintain his balance whenever Akira pushed in hard.

“Hm… ah! Akira… no… not that hard!” the blonde demanded, but was once more ignored by the taller young man behind him.  Akira didn’t say a word; only soft gasps came out of his mouth as he impaled the blonde with more velocity.

Koji couldn’t help but to moan and breathe louder. Was it the compromising situation that made him more aroused? Or maybe the way Akira treated him, like a mere toy to fulfill his desires? Either way, the blonde was feeling both guilt… and lust. This was now the third time, today. Actually, the fourth if he counted their previous ‘encounter’ in the car… but had he enjoyed it back then? The only thing he remembered liking was that all his frustration had vanished.  Somehow, Akira had helped him free it with his unkind actions. Koji panted harder, moaning every time Akira’s cock hit that secret spot inside him that made him tighten his fist around the cotton bed sheet.

“You like it… don’t you?” the black haired teen asked in a low voice as he slowed his pace.  He took Koji’s hard manhood with his right hand and started to stroke it intensely. “I like it too, when you pretend not to like it”.

“Haaa… hn…” the submissive blonde responded with a moan. “No, stop it… I’m com…!!”

The bed sheets where stained once again with Koji’s fluids; his body arched as he released himself one more time.  Akira took his wet hand near his mouth, licking the rest of the creamy liquid with his tongue. But he was not finished yet. He took his firm erection out, drawing a soft gasp from Koji.

Grabbing one of Koji’s arms, the dark haired boy turned the blonde’s weary body to face him. The drowsy blonde was too dazed from his release to complain when Akira raised his legs over his shoulders and penetrated him.

“Aah!” Koji shouted when the other boy began thrusting him fierce fully.  It didn’t take much time for Koji’s erection to return, and his hips started moving again, meeting with Akira’s hard moves.

“Yes… you like it” Akira said with a cruel, insulting voice.  He felt his climax drawing nearer.  The tight entrance was nearly driving him mad with pleasure.  He had completely forgotten about his wicked plans to make Yamah his only lover, and was now far too busy enjoying his new ‘toy’.

Akira’s concentration was suddenly interrupted when he heard several knocks on the door. Koji gasped, his eyes wide, thinking that maybe class was already over and someone came to check why he had missed it today. He gave a short glance to his nightstand clock, but it was still too early for class to end.

“Ask who it is” Akira ordered when he heard the door being knocked a second time before he resumed his movements over Koji. The blonde began panting again, and wanted to stop Akira, but he couldn’t. With a tired voice, he finally asked.

“Who… hn… who is it?”

“Koji! I didn’t think you were here… I need to talk to you!” a voice replied from the other side of the door.

“E-Eiji??” the blonde asked again, while he held himself from Akira’s neck, who didn’t seem –or want to stop his thrusts.

“Yes! Please open the door, its important!”

“Tell him… uhn… you will in a minute” Akira could hardly speak. He knew it would only be a few moments before he came. With a few more pushes, the black haired boy finally climaxed, spilling his hot seed inside Koji’s tight tunnel. Akira grabbed the blond’s hard member firmly with his hand and stroked it, making Koji release a few moans. “Tell him!”

“Aah! I’m… coming!” the blonde shouted, as he came all over Akira’s hand and over his own chest.

Akira separated from the weary blonde after they had finished, and quickly began to get dressed. Koji would have loved to just stay on the bed for an entire hour without moving, but Eiji was there waiting. He hastily stood up and looked around his room, not really knowing what to do first. He finally reacted when Eiji pounded on the door for a third time.  Koji took his unclean bed sheets and disposed of them in the bathroom.  By now, Akira was calmly seated over a chair lighting a cigarette, amused by Koji’s desperation.

The blonde had dressed himself with whatever he could find, and finally opened the door with a quick move.

“Hey, Eiji! Long time no see, where have you been?” the blonde swiftly greeted the brunette who was standing there with his arms crossed.

“Hey… what took you so long?” Eiji asked curiously as he walked into the room. The brunette could immediately notice there was a peculiar atmosphere, and when he noticed Akira serenely sitting over the chair, he was truly surprised.

“You” the brunette whispered to the dark haired youth with disgust, “What are you doing here?”

“Just passing some time with my friend”, Akira answered with a grin, while smoking his cigarette.

“Err… why don’t you have a seat, Eiji?” Koji said, wanting to break the unpleasant silence between the two taller youngsters. Eiji didn’t stop staring at the presumptuous black haired boy, while he seated over the nearest bed still covered in sheets.

“Koji… I need your help”, the brunette spoke, staring at Koji’s hazel eyes.

“Sure, anything…” the blonde replied, real interested in what his friend had to ask.

“Does he have to be here in the first place?” Eiji didn’t feel comfortable speaking in presence of Akira, especially if he was staring at both of them with curiosity. The brunette directed his sight to Akira, his angry eyes staring at the young man sitting on the chair. “I need to be alone with him for a moment here!”

“Suit yourself”, Akira responded, and left the room, slowly closing the door. Akira didn’t leave however; he simply stood next to the door, planning to hear the entire conversation.

“Koji… Yashiro, I mean, Yamah’s been…” the young brunette started, but was immediately interrupted by Koji.

“No way! Kidnapped?!”

“What? How did you…?”

“No time to waste… I thought Akira was joking, but he went too far this time!” Koji stood up, obviously angry as he opened the door and pulled a confused Eiji along with him.

“Akira!” the blonde yelled to the dark haired youth that was leaning over the wall very close to the door; he gave a little jump when Koji shouted his name so near to him. “You must take us to where Yamah is!”

“You mean he knows?!” Eiji was even more confused now, and glared at the wicked boy in front of him.

“I must say it was my idea… well, mine and Kenji’s… but I have to admit I’m truly sorry about this” Akira replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

“You bastard!” Eiji wanted to grab Akira by his neck and choke him to death. How could he think of something this atrocious? But Koji stopped him almost immediately, and forced the two young men to keep their distance from each other.

“We don’t have time for this…” the blonde said seriously, “Akira, you must lead us to Yamah.”

“Why should I? I don’t want to be involved in this anymore…” he said cruelly.  He noticed Koji’s anger building just by the look in his eyes.

“Ok… then let’s make a deal,” the blonde said with a determined look.

“A deal?” the other two men asked in unison.

“Take us to where Yamah is… and I’ll forgive you for what you did.  Or… I could just call the police…” Koji finished the sentence by crossing his arms and giving Akira a threatening look.

“…”

“Well?”

“Damn you…” was all that Akira said, and Koji smiled widely. Eiji thought he understood what was going on, but he preferred to stay silent.

Eiji quickly left the room, heading for the elevator. Koji was about to do the same, but he was stopped when Akira grabbed his arm. The black haired youth leaned his head in just enough for his lips to be close to Koji’s ear.

“I’ll take you where Yamah is… but since we are making ‘deals’, I want to also set a condition. You will let me fuck you whenever I want, agree?”, Akira whispered into the blonde’s ear, licking it softly after he finished speaking. Koji blushed instantly, and even though he could decline and call the authorities, he accepted the offer with a slight nod of his head. Akira smirked, and he let the young man go from his grip.

Finally, the three of them departed from the NPHS in Akira’s black car; Eiji’s face looked concerned, but he was somewhat consoled by the always optimistic Koji. “Don’t worry. We’ll get him out of there”. Eiji smiled weakly and nodded.  They were finally off to where his beloved twin brother was being held.