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Kazutora pulls Mikey's legs apart, holding them by his knees. —Whore. Coming back for me, once again. You didn't have enough last time, did you?— Mikey furrows his brows, grabbing Kazutora by the wrists using one hand and with a quick movement, pining him against the wall. Kazutora smirks, ready to move but stopped when he feels his other hand on his chin. He was kissed violently, tongues intertwining, strings of saliva inevitably falling from their mouths.

—You’re gonna be my whore this time. Understand?— Kazutora smirks defiantly, getting a slap as a response, then his chin is grabbed again, this time stronger, Mikey’s clawing his nails on his skin. —When I talk to you, you answer me.— His voice, serious and commanding, sends shivers down Kazutora’s spine. He’s afraid, which only serves to increase his arousal, but of course, he’s a brat, so he won’t let his facade falter. He spits on Mikey’s cheek, smirking widely.

Mikey shakes his head. —Too bad.— He presses harder on his grip, eventually getting to open Kazutora’s mouth and introducing his index and middle fingers, tapping his tongue roughly with his fingertips. —You’re just gross. Spitting on me, what are you, hm?— He stares at him, pulling his fingers further down his throat, making him choke. He could pull away now that his hands are free, but the doesn’t, just grabbing Mikey’s wrist but not pulling him away. His eyes get teary, looking at him, expecting more.

Mikey takes the hand that was grabbing him by his chin away, observing the blood on the new made wounds, smiling. He cleans the spit on his face with that hand then cleans it off his hand by putting it on Kazutora’s, who doesn’t resist. —God, look at you. Not pulling away even if you could. Do you like to get choked, Kazutora?— He asks, still with determination and a commanding voice. Kazutora nods, still feeling his digits inside his throat, able to breathe still and extremely horny.

Mikey gets a third finger inside, pushing them further, watching as Kazutora chokes harder and his gag reflex starts to show up. —Dare to get my fingers out now, I’ll make sure you get a proper punishment, understand?— He looks at Mikey with pleading eyes but it shows that he wouldn’t dare to do it. Kazutora’s chin had saliva running down it. Despite grabbing Mikey’s wrist, he doesn’t dare to pull away. Inevitably, he starts humping against his own pants. Mikey sees it but allows him, excited to see Kazutora’s humiliation when he realizes he released inside his pants.

Finally, he gets the fingers out. Kazutora takes deep breaths, repositioning himself to sit astride, hands between his thighs, mouth slightly parted for him. —See? Doesn’t take much to be a good slut for me, does it?— Mikey’s hand, the one with Kazutora’s saliva, gets on his cheek, staining Kazutora’s face more. He takes it without complaints. In fact, he rubs his cheek against his hand. Of course, when he came back from the hazy feeling of not being able to breathe, he’ll keep acting like a brat.

—That’s better. Good boy.— He starts scratching softly Kazutora’s chin with that hand, feeling how the blood from the wounds inflicted and the saliva mixed. He noticed that he started moving his hips less discreetly when he was praised. —Is your brain already a mess?— Kazutora doesn’t answer, still keeping on with his previous action. —It’s no wonder anyone wants to fuck you. But you won’t let them, will you? You belong to me. Not Hanma, not Baji, not those idiots in Valhalla you call your friends.—

He nods to his words. If he was a cat, he’d be purring, happy to be claimed by his owner. —To think you hate me it’s hilarious. “My enemy”, really?— He chuckles. —Look at how easy I can turn you into a real slut. You have no chance against me, do you?— Mikey grabs his squishy cheeks with his fingers, caressing the wounds. —You’re just made perfectly for me. Gonna be just a pretty boy for me, aren’t you?— Kazutora knows. He knows he should get in his paper, to resist him, to be a brat. But he wasn’t able when he felt the pressure on his lower abdomen, his anus clenching around nothing and so close to cumming. Maybe he could keep being a brat later, after he came. That sounded nice. So he just nods, teary eyes.

—You should be grateful I’m letting you cum this first time. You better have some stamina today, I’m not letting you rest until I emptied my balls, all I have, inside you or on you.— Kazutora grabs his hand softly with his own left hand, kissing his forehand and rubbing his cheek against it. —Thank you...— He says softly. —Thank you, thank you, thank you...— He repeats, kissing his hand. —Thnks..tha..th..nk you...— His thoughts seem further and further, head fuzzy completely as he’s closer to orgasm.

Mikey smirks, getting his free hand inside Kazutora’s pants but not his underwear, teasing him, prompting him to thrust against his hand. —Come on. If you make me wait, I’m not letting you cum anymore.— Kazutora whines, his movements growing erratic when he feels Mikey’s hand caressing the fabric of his boxers, not taking long until he does it, staining his underwear and pants, then moaning. Mikey smirks at it, getting his hand inside of it. He doesn’t bother to even grab his now flaccid penis directly passing his hand through the liquid to grab some of it inside his palm.

—Open your mouth.— Kazutora furrows his brows, slowly returning from the heaven he’s been sent to when orgasming. He does it nonetheless, grossed out when Mikey introduces his dirty hand inside his mouth but never refusing it. —Clean your own mess.— So Kazutora starts licking obediently, forgetting for a moment he shall go back to his bratty nature. —There we go. Perfect, baby. So perfect.— He whispers, wiping off the remnants on Kazutora’s skin.

—Gonna get a knife, yeah? Put yourself back together meanwhile. I want my brat back soon.— He kisses the tip of his nose, just to get up and leave for a while. Kazutora waits, letting his mind come back to itself. —Dude, ew.— He wipes the substance from his face then cleans it with his shirt. —I see you’re back.— Mikey crouches to his height, letting the small knife out and pressing its blade softly on Kazutora’s thigh, but not cutting him. —Get them off.—

—Get them off for me.— Kazutora smirks. —Not gonna do it? I see.— Mikey grabs Kazutora’s wrists, pressing the blade again but this time, making a small and not profound cut. —I can make your little brain melt when I want, you’ve seen it, so better start complying.— He makes another cut, covering the previous self-harm scars Kazutora had with the blood and the wounds Mikey’s inflicting. He whines, then stares at him. —Only if I give in to it. But I won’t.—

—Oh, won’t you? Won’t you baby? Because you’ve already done before. And it’s so easy.— He tightens his grip and cuts, deeper this time. Kazutora loses the count when his mind shifts to concentrating on the blood, how his milky skin could be barely seen, covered by the crimson color. It doesn’t take long until he’s hard again, looking at Mikey defiantly. He shivers when the blond boy licks his whole forearm, moaning once his tongue makes contact with the inflicted wounds.

It was an agreement beforehand they made, after the few first times, where Mikey told Kazutora to not self harm again. He agreed, then they talked until he mentioned he liked to be hurt. That’s the reason Mikey cuts him, plus, it also calms Mikey down in a wicked way.

—Oh, ‘Tora. You’re such a whore.— He says, licking all the blood, feeling the metallic taste. —Now, are you gonna take off your filthy, cum stained pants? If you don’t obey, I might as well punish you.— He pulls the knife to his neck, but Kazutora only smirks. —Bet.— Mikey grabs him by his short sleeve shirt, making his face meet with the flor roughly, putting him on (almost) fours. He can’t use his arms yet, he knows better. —You’re just impossible to tame. Fine. You’ve earned it.— Kazutora feels his mouth taste different, and he knows that when he pulled him that way, he bit his lip and started bleeding. Mikey sets the knife next to Kazutora’s face, for him to look at the blood stained blade.

Mikey takes off Kazutora’s pants and underwear quickly, leaving them to the height of his knees. Kazutora keeps his hands on the ground but doesn’t lift himself, letting his head rest there. He flinches when he feels Mikey’s hands tease his butt cheeks, squishing them, pulling them apart softly. —Look at this. I fucked you only a few days ago, but your pretty hole is still so small.— He plays on the rim of it with his thumb, teasing him. —And so clean. You were expecting this, weren’t you?— He introduces the tip of his thumb, not enough for it to hurt but it feels strange.

—Now, how about you tell me, who do you belong to, Kazutora?— He says, commanding tone. He gets the tip of his finger out, caressing one of his cheeks and awaiting for an answer. —No one, you asshole.— He grunts. —Wrong answer.— He spanks him strongly, leaving the mark of his hand imprinted on Kazutora’s ass. —Who owns you?— He asks again, hand awaiting on the same spot, caressing it. —I said no one. I don’t belong to anyb- ah—! Fuck...— He moans when he feels another spank, this time stronger than before.

—You keep getting it wrong. Who do you belong to, Kazutora? Who is the one that has control over you?— He repeats. Kazutora groans, his eyes focused on the knife. —No-fucking-body. Idiot.— Mikey scoffs, then chuckles, spanking him one time, then another. —Insulting me? Don’t you know better than that?— He’s smiling, so Kazutora does too. —As if. You’re just a bitch. I ain’t respecting you.— Mikey’s eyes squint and he spanks him a few times repeatedly.

—Alright then.— He stops. —How about we train you correctly, then? Gonna spank you ten times. You better count them. If you don’t stop me, I’ll keep going on.— Kazutora gets his tongue out to show Mikey that he can go fuck himself, then gets it inside again. Mikey rolls his eyes and starts, while Kazutora keeps the count in his head, whimpering every time Mikey’s hand meets the irritated skin.

By the fifth one, his tip is already leaking pre-cum. Its drops are on the floor, staining it. Mikey stops momentarily. —I’m giving you another chance. Who is your owner?— Kazutora doesn’t answer with words, but he gives him a middle finger. He sighs and shrugs, continuing to spank him. Kazutora already lost count though, his head is at cloud nine.

Just like he previously said, he doesn’t stop at ten, aware about Kazutora’s mental state. He keeps going on until he puts a stop to it. —Enouuughhh...— He whines, only saying that when he feels he’s about to cum again, legs shaky from the stimulation. —If it’s too much, just say who you belong to, ‘Tora. I’ll stop then. I’m just training my cute brat, aren’t I?— He caresses it, softly tracing lines with his fingers. His skin is bright red, so it’s not weird the moment he whines. —We’re still not done.—

—Let’s get to bed. Come here.— He calls him, using a gentle tone this time, so Kazutora gets on his knees, crawling up to Mikey’s lap. Once he’s sitting there, Mikey grabs him, taking him to bed. He carefully places him there, his already abused body relaxing when he’s met with the cushions and tiger plushies on his own bed. Mikey takes the plushies away, leaving them on the floor, aware that Kazutora would hate if they got dirty.

—Don’t get sleepy now, baby. We still have a lot left to do.— Kazutora nods, panting, the blood of the cuts spilling on the mattress, and a puddle of pre-cum now on his stomach, which meets with his hardened dick. —Gonna admit it? Gonna say who owns you, baby? Who you own your life to?— He shakes his head, refusing to do so. Mikey takes Kazutora’s shirt off, leaving him completely naked, vulnerable. He grabs Kazutora by the hair, lifting his head roughly, putting it around his head to imitate a blindfold. —There we go.— It makes Kazutora feel even weaker, even more vulnerable, completely at Mikey’s mercy.

—I can see you’re so fucking close to cumming. I wonder, should I let you do it again, love?— Kazutora nods his head, not being able to see anything. —Hm...Sorry, but I have a better idea.— Kazutora whines, rocking his hips, trying to get any friction that would get him his much wanted release. Mikey smirks, setting his thumb on the tip of his cock, grabbing the head with the index finger and nothing else. —Quit it. I ain’t letting you.— Kazutora stops moving, his lips slightly parted, so plump and cherry like, god, Mikey needed to kiss them. So he does, a bit softer than before.

—Want it raw or not?— He asks, waiting for an answer. Kazutora shakes his head, pouty. —Alright. Don’t move. If I catch your hands anywhere near your dick, I’m tying you.— He warns, getting up and searching in the same drawer as always the lube. Yes, they had condoms, but it doesn’t feel the same so they never use them. He makes his way back to the bed, sighing when he sees him quietly trying to play with his cock, to just stroke it a few times so he could have his second orgasm. He could only guide himself by the sounds, but since he was horrible at it, he didn’t notice Mikey.

He takes advantage of that, getting his shirt off then grabbing both of his wrists. —Whore. What did I tell you? Such a disobedient boy.— He ties them together, then ties him to the headboard of the bed. Afterwards he sits back down, doing the same as before with his fingers so he couldn’t cum, then uses his mouth to open the lid. He spreads a generous amount using his mouth to push it out, then moves his head to throw the recipient somewhere, focusing on the other. He slowly gets a finger inside, taking his time, making sure Kazutora is comfortable.

He feels the warmth around his finger, how soft it was inside him, smirking. —Gonna feel so good when I’m inside, right baby? Gonna squeeze my cock so nice and tight.— He talks softly, inserting the next finger when he sees Kazutora shaking, awaiting for more. He curls them, trying to reach the part of his insides that feel softer so he could make Kazutora suffer a bit more. —Still not admitting who owns you? That’s the only thing that will get you to cum. I won’t let you otherwise, baby.— He presses against his prostate, slow and torturing.

His mouth slightly opens, trying to deny it, but the tingling and the pressure on his lower stomach is too much to keep refusing. —You do.— He whispers, pulling his legs even further from each other, raising his hips, impatient. —Didn’t hear you.— Mikey’s not going to be happy with that, he could barely hear him. —Y-you do. Mikey...— He whines biting his lower lip, worsening his previous wound. Mikey just smirks, freeing his dick and moving his hand to tease one of Kazutora’s nipples. He groans and starts moaning when he feels the soft thrusts against his prostate. Even if he’s only using two of his fingers, that’s enough to him to the edge.

It doesn’t take long until his stomach is covered in white, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly and with his legs having endless spasms. —That’s my good boy.— He whispers. —Cumming almost untouched.— Kazutora moans in contentment, loving how good he feels, loving the praise he receives. Mikey smirks, taking off what’s left of his clothing. —I ain’t even gonna bother with it, yeah? You’re lubricated enough.— He caresses Kazutora’s tummy, kissing it softly until he relaxes again, until his muscles stop tensing. —Better?— Kazutora nods.

—That’s good.— He aligns his hardened member with Kazutora’s entrance, entering his head. —Gotta break your mind baby. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember who you are, deal?— He says softly, pushing his dick inside, watching as he nods desperately. He doesn’t wait to start thrusting, slowly, rhythmically. He makes sure to get it completely out from time to time, only to slam him at once. Kazutora can’t do anything but moan, the ‘blindfold’ getting wet from his tears. It feels like too much but at the same time it feels too good to try to stop it.

Mikey holds tight onto him, biting, licking and even slurping his neck, making sure it has enough hickeys for everyone to know he had an owner. —Mine. You’re mine. Everything about you is mine too. Mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine...— He snarls, his voice sounds deeper and rougher than usual, then keeps on biting him. He tries to make sure to not bite anywhere dangerous, yet still make appear blood. —I fucking swear you’ll be back to Toman, I won’t let anybody take you away from me ever again. Ever.— Those promises felt like the whole world for both of them. —Even if it means killing Hanma, or those friends of yours. I don’t give a shit. You’re mine, Kazutora. Mine. Only. Remember that.—

His whines and moans get louder with his words, almost turning into high-pitched screams when he feels the head of his cock meet his prostate, scrambling his head completely, making him unable to think. The vein running around his cock feels wonderful whenever he fills him up. —You’re doing so good. So good for me, baby, so great. I’d never, ever want anybody else but you. Anybody else to be wrapped around my cock, s’tight like you are.— His movements grow erratic, yet he tries his best to hit his sweet spot every time.

His bites now go to Kazutora’s shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly onto his hips, which definitely will leave a mark. For Kazutora, one of the best feelings while doing this is to feel Mikey’s balls slapping against his skin, making those wet sounds whenever they meet with his asscheeks. —You’re so goddamn pretty, Kazutora. So fucking handsome.— There’s drool coming out of his mouth. His lower lip is kissed by the blond, enjoying the blood and saliva coming from it.

—All mine.— He groans, panting, grabbing him even stronger and burying his cock deep into him, noticing the tightness. —Come on baby, cum for me this third time. Be a good boy. If you do, I’ll rewards you, yeah? If you do, I’ll fill you up, I’ll make sure your insides are covered in white.— Kazutora isn’t thinking rationally anymore, his mind fucked into blankness, cumming easily once he’s ordered to do so. After two or three thrusts more, Mikey does too, inside him. He doesn’t pull away, not even when he released completely. He rests his head on Kazutora’s neck crook, kissing it softly. —You’ve done great baby, you’ve done great. I’ll let you rest for a while.—

Kazutora whimpers when Mikey pulls away, feeling the fullness leave, the warmth of the liquid now running out of his ass. —I know. I’ll pull back when you’ve calmed down. I’ll go get a pretty plug to keep the cum inside you, would you want that?— Kazutora nods eagerly. Mikey gets up, searching again around Kazutora’s room. —Where’d you keep them?— He asks softly. —Closet...— He says, still out of breath, panting. Mikey opens it, searching trough a box until he gets it. It’s the most basic and casual looking one. He leaves everything but the butt plug and goes back to bed, leaving it on his nightstand.

It doesn’t take long until Mikey’s there, in between his legs, already stroking Kazutora’s dick, awaiting for it to get hard once again. He doesn’t complain. —You’re taking it so good. There we go, pretty boy...— If it felt like too much earlier, this only makes him want to exhale all the air his lungs have, to drown in the pleasure he’s giving him, yet at the same time, the subtle undertone of pain and agitation. —I’m rewarding you for being a good boy.— He kisses him softly, giving him time. He thinks of what to talk about until he recovers.

—You’ve been doing great lately. No new self harm wounds. I’m glad.— He says softly, kissing his whole face, giving him pecks. Kazutora smiles tiredly. —I know you’re trying hard. I’m proud of you, baby. Let me just take care of the pain you wanna have, yes?— He nods. —Thank you...— Kazutora mumbles. His heart feels good. It feels like he’s in the right place. —Is your hunger for pain satisfied already or would you want me to go get the knife?—

—‘m ok.— He murmurs. —Alright. I’ll heal you when we’re done.— Mikey kisses him softly for the last time, then goes back to his previous position. —I’d normally tell you to try for another position, but I can see how tired you are. Just stay like this, let me take care of everything.— Kazutora doesn’t complain, neither he talks when he feels his wrists being freed, getting untied. His wrists hurt, maybe it was because of the cuts or maybe for the tight grip on them. Or just both. Either way, it’s not like Kazutora could stop to think about it. If he did, darker thoughts would start appearing.

—Mikeyyy...— He whines, getting his lover’s attention. —Make me stop thinking please. I can’t handle it right now...— The blindfold, already wet, seems to be getting wetter with the new formed tears. Mikey adores when he’s so sensitive, either emotionally or physically. He didn’t need to say more to feel his member pushing inside him again, filling him completely. He didn’t need lubrication as he hadn’t been cleaned before. —There we go, stuffed with my cock.— He decides to take it softer this time, to not appear animals in heat (albeit they would eventually).

Even so, he wanted Kazutora to feel loved too. Not only sexually, but to know he wasn’t alone. He’d fuck his brains out, he could be quite the sadistic person if it came to him, but it didn’t mean he stopped loving him. He could never, even if he tried his best to do it. He starts thrusting again, trying to keep up a soft pace.

Clearly, he fails when he feels his walls clench whenever he thrusted, going back to a quick, rough rhythm, slamming inside him with renewed strength. Kazutora couldn’t stop moaning loudly, not caring if his neighbors heard, not caring if they told his mother. It’s the least of his worries. He feels his inside burn, his legs shake and his own dick twitch. He felt close, but when his climax arrived (for the fourth? Fifth time? He can’t remember), nothing came out. It still felt good, so that’s all he cared about. Mikey noticed, kissing his chest repeatedly. He knows his own back must be bleeding by now, after all, Kazutora’s scratches are no joke, but god, he loves it.

His cock throbs, aching to keep it warm inside his tight, warm hole, buried between his soft walls, hitting his prostate restlessly. He would stay all of his life like this, filling him up. He keeps up his pace, trying to maintain calmness so Kazutora wasn’t overwhelmed. He could feel by now all the blood on his back, his skin broken due to Kazutora’s nails digging on them, but that only fueled his arousal, his desire. He feels Kazutora panting, eyes teary again, the fabric getting wet. And so he stops, pulling out. He could feel him whining at the lack of the intimate contact, but he couldn’t care less.

—Honey, are you feeling alright? I’m stopping now, can’t have my pretty prince this overwhelmed.— He grabs him by the chin and kisses his lips sweetly. —Nwooh...— Kazutora keeps whining and pouting. —We have a safe word for...a fucking reason...— He says between pants. —I know, I know, but I don’t want to see you suffer. Please don’t let yourself be in more pain than we stated.— He’s worried, he can’t stand his lover to suffer more. —I’m ok...I promise. I won’t push myself...— He searches for Mikey’s cheeks blindly, his eyes lightning up and his mouth curling up into a little smile when he finds them, then pulls him in for a reassuring kiss.

Mikey allows him, kissing him back with the same fondness. —I promise I’ll tell you if I can’t take it.— Mikey kisses the palm of Kazutora’s hands, burying his dick inside him without waiting. He’s impatient, loving how he felt, loving his little sounds, loving everything about him. He takes it slower, thrusting in and out, recovering the same pace they had before. Kazutora wraps his legs and arms around him, going for his second dry orgasm, excitedly waiting to be filled up and claimed by him.

—More...pwease..!— He arches his back, moaning. Mikey obliges, hitting his prostate harder, making Kazutora feel complete. The grip of his legs tighten and spasm, digging deeper his nails on his back, so the blond knows he had his fifth orgasm by now. He can’t hold it any longer and cums inside Kazutora, making it overflow and spill out of him, his cock covered too in sticky liquid. He pulls out, inserting the anal plug right after it.

He takes off the blindfold from him, throwing it to the floor, and kisses his lips. —There we go. So pretty. Fuck, I adore that face of yours.— He’s thrown next to him by Kazutora, whose chest lifts, trying to get the air he lacked for. —Clean me up later. Wanna cuddle now.— He asks for it like a kid, demanding for it. Mikey only giggles and covers him with the sheets, hugging him, pulling Kazutora’s face against his chest softly and letting him sleep while he kisses him. He’d sleep too but he wanted to pamper Kazutora.

After all, Valhalla and Toman will fight in a few days.