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*The Beach: Approximately 30 Minutes After Aguni Becomes #1*
Niragi’s face slammed into the bedroom wall, the rope digging into his wrists. The weight of Chishiya’s pointy knees fell on his calves, a hand shoving into his lower back to keep him in place, a cool blade pressing against the side of his exposed neck.
“Get…the fuck… off of me!” Niragi growled, thrashing from side to side.
Chishiya’s free hand wrapped around the nape of his neck and slammed him into place again. He dug the blade deeper into Niragi’s throat. Pfft. That was barely anything. The cut stung, but it only drew tiny red bubbles to the surface, not a fraction of the violence Niragi had endured.
“What the fuck is this about, you cockheaded imp?”
Chishiya’s breath was hot on his ear, his tone aggravatingly casual. “Well, for starters, I don’t like having a gun shoved in my face.”
Niragi snorted. “This is about that? What, did I scare you that bad?”
“No. But I think I deserve an apology.”
Niragi burst into laughter. Jesus Christ, this guy was a pompous ass. His poor wittle feelings were hurt, and now he needed someone to stroke his fucking ego. Yeah. Right. “You are something else.”
He glanced around, trying to determine if they were in Chishiya’s room or some rando’s. All the furniture was the boring standard, and from his angle on the floor, he couldn’t see any bags or piles of clothing.
Well, he was at least impressed that the white-haired brought quality rope. Seemed like a lot of effort went into his little ambush. Niragi had to admit he enjoyed a surprise every now and then, something to keep him on his toes. And oh, how he loved an excuse to beat the shit out of someone.
“So are you, without your favorite toy.” Chishiya pressed the knife harder and scraped it across his throat. This time, a stream of blood trickled down his skin. The bastard’s voice was smug in his ear. “Not much of a threat now, are you, Niragi?”
Niragi snarled, thrashing again, knife be damned. Chishiya slammed his head back into the wall and for a moment, he saw stars. And then the blade’s pressure was firm on the back of his ear.
“When I get my hands on you, you are so fucking dead,” Niragi growled, pulse throbbing. Anger flushed hot through his body, searing through his veins. “I’m going to carve your fucking eyes out and feed them to you.” A metallic taste slipped between his lips, and he realized his nose was bleeding.
“If you’re able to walk away from this, go ahead. But I’d like my apology now.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Chishiya bore down hard, and Niragi yelped, struggling but unable to escape as the blade sliced into the back of his ear. No way. No way the fucker had the balls to cut his ear off.
“I’m waiting.”
Hot blood dripped down the back of his neck. His ear throbbed.
“Fine,” he spit, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry I stuck my gun in your face and made you piss yourself. Ow, ow!”
The knife sunk deep enough for him to feel the texture of the cartilage breaking apart. Niragi’s heart was suddenly beating hard against his ribcage, his palms slickening with sweat. Pain was one thing. It had been fine with the knife on his throat, he knew Chishiya was too much of a pussy to kill him. But would he cut off a vital body part?
He was already too close for comfort.
“Try again,” Chishiya said in that even, condescending tone that made Niragi want to squeeze his throat until his head popped off. Chishiya’s lips brushed the shell of his pulsing ear. “I want you to say: ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself, Chishiya.’”
Niragi swallowed, his hands shaking with anger as he tried to free them from the rope. He’d kill him. He’d kill that stupid brunette bitch he was always slinking around with, too. He’d kill her first and make him watch. Make him beg for her life and then for his own and then—
“Ow, Jesus, stop !” Niragi grit his teeth together. The goddamn knife was almost halfway done with the job. He took a deep breath through his nose. “I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself, Chishiya,” he spat, bitter and quiet, trying to remind himself he’d get his revenge soon enough.
The pressure on his ear disappeared, but the ache radiating through it was horrible. He bit his lip to hold in a sound that might give the imp more satisfaction.
“Good job,” Chishiya said, ruffling his hair. It sent a wave of tingles down his spine. Niragi was going to cut his dick off. “I always thought you’d be good at following directions, with the right incentive.”
Niragi ground his teeth again. “Would you get off of me before my legs go numb?”
“Hm…you apologized so nicely, but I don’t think I can forgive you yet.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Chishiya’s hand slid down his chest to squeeze Niragi’s half-hard cock.
He shuddered, heat rushing to his face. “You fucking perv! Looking down on me all the time when you’re just a sleazy condescending f—”
And the flat of the blade was on his lower lip. “If you talk before I’m done speaking, I’ll cut your tongue out.”
Niragi panted, open-mouthed, the flat of the blade sliding across his tongue. The metal was cool and slick with his own blood. His cock twitched against Chishiya’s hand. God fucking damnit.
“There, that’s what I thought,” Chishiya said, smirk audible, finger tracing the outline of his erection.
Niragi could only pant more, bloody drool dripping down his chin.
“Hatter may be gone, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get to fly off the handle as you please. You’re going to behave yourself. And since you find it so difficult, we’re going to practice.”
His finger slid up over Niragi’s clothed cock to unbutton his jeans and slowly drag the zipper down. He shoved them down his thighs and then did the same to his boxers.
Niragi squawked in protest as the cool air flushed against his exposed skin, but Chishiya pressed the blade firmer against his tongue. “Shh, shh, shh. I'm not done yet.” His fingers crawled up Niragi’s bare thigh. “You’re going to do as you’re told or you’re going to lose an ear.”
Niragi huffed half of a disbelieving laugh.
“You think I won’t?” Chishiya dug the point of the knife into his tongue.
“Ah!”
The blade went flat again. “God gave you two ears to listen, but if you’re not going to use them, you might as well lose one.” He slid the knife out of Niragi’s mouth, wiping it on the militant’s shirt. “Is that understood?”
Niragi huffed, casting his gaze off to the side.
A finger dug into the back of his ear, and Niragi cried out, cringing as blood gushed from the wound. “Fine, yes!” The pressure ceased. Niragi glared at him, body thrumming with the desire to tear him to pieces. “Didn’t take high and mighty Chishiya for a rapist.”
“Oh, but you like it,” Chishiya said nonchalantly, squeezing Niragi’s cock. It was fully erect now, flushed and wanting, precum budding at the tip. “So wet. At least your body is smart enough to know what it wants.”
Niragi growled, face hot. “I am going to kill you, asshole.”
The knife’s point poked his back, and he stiffened. Chishiya pushed three fingers against his lips. “Suck. Bite and it’s bye, bye right ear.”
Niragi trembled with anger as he opened his mouth, allowing Chishiya’s thick fingers to be pushed inside. He sucked obediently—but begrudgingly—as Chishiya pumped them in and out of his mouth.
“Good boy. See? It’s not so hard.”
A fingertip twirled Niragi’s piercing.
He had to use every shred of self control hiding in his body not to chomp the bastard’s fingers off. Chishiya would be dead soon. He owed it to his future self, the hero who would avenge him, to retain both his ears.
Chishiya slid the fingers from his mouth, seeming to deliberately let them drip over Niragi’s chin. Then the knife was against the side of his neck again—close enough to chop off an ear, he realized—and the slickened fingers were out of sight.
“Hey, what are you doing, jerking off?”
Something wet slipped between his cheeks. He jolted, breath hitching. “Chishiya.”
Chishiya hummed and pushed a finger into him. His body clenched around the intrusion and he clenched his eyes shut, breathing hard. Precum oozed down his shaft.
“Take it out.”
A second finger shoved in beside it, too soon. The stretch burned, and Niragi made a choked sound, tipping forward to rest his forehead against the wall. Chishiya pumped his fingers in and out, the movements mechanical, impersonal. They scissored apart and the pain was so, so good.
“You’re so messed up,” Niragi breathed.
Chishiya’s fingers pried him open so he could stuff in the third. Fuck, Niragi was full. He bit down so hard on his lip it drew blood. His whole face must’ve been a mess of spit and blood at this point, but the heat in his gut was growing so quickly he barely noticed the perpetual stickiness on his face. He bit back a whimper as Chishiya thrust into him harder. Spit was shit lube, but there was enough that the movements still made small mortifying squelches.
“Niragi,” Chishiya said, splaying his fingers. God that felt good. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”
“Go to hell,” he hissed, but it was breathy and pathetic. He squeezed his eyes shut, rocking back into the sensation. He could barely contain the noises rising in his throat. And then Chishiya curled his fingers upwards, pleasure spiking up his spine, and Niragi moaned.
“Poor Niragi’s got no one to look out for him.”
That smug fucking bastard.
Against his will, he whined, clenching around Chishiya’s fingers. “Would you just touch my cock, pervert?”
“Say please.”
Niragi grit his teeth and ignored him.
Chishiya massaged his prostate insistently. Fuck, it was too much. It was too much. The heat was reaching a boiling point in his body, he—
Chishiya’s fingers immediately withdrew, and Niragi hit his orgasm, startled and pained. Cum drooled from his unstimulated cock, spurting pathetically. He bucked into nothing, chasing the pleasure as it fizzled out. Unsatisfying. Humiliating. He hiccuped, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. He blinked them harshly away.
“What the hell?” he wheezed, glaring sideways at Chishiya.
His eyes sparkled darkly as he placed a hand on top of Niragi’s head, knife behind his back. “If you want rewards, you’ll behave yourself. This was penance.”
“Penance?” he snarled. “I should’ve shot you in the face when I had the chance!”
“You should’ve.” Chishiya leaned closer, leveling his gaze. The heat of his breath tickled Niragi’s lips. “But if you ever stick a gun in my face again, I’ll shove it up your ass and blow your insides out.”
Niragi’s nails curled into his palms.
“Is that understood?”
His face flushed hot with fury.
Chishiya’s expression remained unbothered, though his fingers tangled in Niragi’s hair and yanked. He winced and bit back a tempting string of insults.
“I’ll give you a second chance because you’re new to this. One-ear Niragi is still on the table. Now answer my question: Is that understood?”
Niragi tore his gaze away, glaring at the floor. “Yes,” he hissed. His aching, spent cock twitched painfully.
Chishiya’s fingers loosened, ruffling his hair again. “Good boy. You took your punishment very well.” He stood then, slipping his knife into his pocket and strolling towards the door.
Niragi whipped around, nearly losing his balance as he tried to turn while bound. His pants were sliding down to his knees. “Hey! Untie me!”
Chishiya glanced back at him, smirked at his unruly state, and opened the door. “No.”