-PLEASE read the overly-long author's notes below. If you
don't, you may be VERY sorry you didn't by the end of this fic...
-Author's
notes: I tried
posting this here a couple months ago, but a storm knocked my computer out in
the process. Maybe it was a sign not to. 00; This Brei fic isn't nearly
as hard in the rating department as the two I chose not to post here, but I
still went against my better judgment and posted this one here anyway...
Anyhow, this is my fourth Brei fic, only this one is a bit different from all
the others... Alright, let the explanation begin. On livejournal,
there was a Tekken yaoi challenge proposed where you took one of the usual Tekken
yaoi pairings [Jin/Hwoarang, Kazuya/Lee, Bryan/Lei, Paul/Forest, Armor
King/King], and reversed the roles to where the usual ukes were the seme, and
vise-versa. The fic had to be not too long, in-character, and
believable. I was originally going to do a Hwoarang/Jin or Forest/Paul,
since I knew that'd be much easier to come up with in me stupid brain, but so
many people I talked to stated that there were Lee/Kazuya fics out there, yet
they'd never seen a Lei/Bryan, so I went ahead and did it...
Anyhow, this is
REALLY messed-up. I'm not exaggerating in the least when I mean
REALLY. I had a very hard time trying to figure out a way to
reverse Bryan/Lei into Lei/Bryan during 'that' part without crossing the
OOC-ness line. Heck, in practically all the fanfics I've read [which
includes foreign fanfiction], Lei's uke with all the guys & a slut in the
doujins, while Bryan's been deemed a master seme who's never brought down by
anyone but Kazuya. I know a couple of you out there are now thinking
"LOL, what about 'the you know what' Japanese site"... but let's not
go there... [cringes]
Yeah... anyhow,
once again, this is very, very, very, very messed-up... I was dared to actually
post this on , just like I was to write a Craig/Steve drabble, draw a Kazuya/Bryan
fanart, and write a Lee/Lei fic, and surprise, surprise, I did it all...
I'll do any request/dare when I have the time usually.
One of my two
beta-readers for this fic quoted "You gonna shock the hell outta people
when they read this..." and she's right... I was also going through a very
tough time back in April when I wrote this, back when I was still a cutter...
PLEASE don't flame me. Once again, this is FANFICTION.
Neither it in all its crappiness, nor any of the characters are real.
Warnings: yaoi, sexual content &
situations, language, violence, and suicidal stuff...
Disclaimer: As usual, don't own anything
but my crap fic.
The song is
KoRn's "Here to Stay". If you know the song, you're probably
already scared.
[[This time, taking it away]]
[[I've got a problem]]
[[With me getting in the way]]
[[Not by design]]
No. No, no, no.
"Lei?"
No, no, no. No!
"Lei, is something wrong?"
Lei Wulong turned his head slightly, in order
to face one of his fellow coworkers. "Oh. Sorry about that. Neh, I'm
fine."
The man shrugged in remark. "Whatever you
say..."
At any rate, all of Lei's coworkers on the Hong
Kong International Police Force were starting to wonder more and more about
Wulong these days. Sure, the acclaimed detective had always seemed to have
portrayed a burning desire to work long and endless hours, but still... you had
to draw the line somewhere. In more recent times, it was starting to seem as if
Lei rarely took a break, or went off duty. If ever.
He'd also been acting... differently. It was
hard to describe at times. He wasn't as talkative as he used to be, nor
responsive. Jokes and lighthearted laughter were no longer to be heard from
him, and hell, even his wardrobe had changed. What was up with this? Okay, so
sure, the long-haired man loved to dress up at times, but what exactly was with
the incessant wearing of long-sleeved shirts topped with coats so late in the
spring? Whatever this all summed up to in the end, Lei's overall appearance
seemed so much... darker... So much more clichι.
It was also plain to see he'd been drinking
what clearly crossed the border of a normal alcohol intake.
Wulong Lei had to be hiding something, and
whatever it was... it had to be unpleasant...
Chaozu, one of Lei's supervisors, opened the
door to Lei's office and stepped inside before shutting it behind him, then
proceeding to walk forwards to where he stood next to the stressing detective.
He was determined to find out what had caused such a change in Lei all of a
sudden, and why so drastic, whatever it was.
"Let me guess. You want to know what's
wrong with me, too?" Lei inquired without so much as turning around in his
office chair. He knew no matter who this was this had to be the most likely
reason they were in here.
Chaozu sighed. "Wulong, it's time for you
to start talking."
"I already told you, I'm fine," Lei
sighed, continuing to randomly rummage through various paperwork scattered
about his desk.
"Oi, then maybe you wouldn't mind
explaining a few things. Like why you went from being the guy who never shuts
up to a mute? Or why you started wearing such conservative clothes in early
summer? ...Or perhaps why you were limping half of last week from a
duty-related injury you never received?"
[[So I take my face]]
[[And bash it into a mirror]]
[[I won't have to see the pain]]
[[Bleed.. bleed..]]
"I... I don't know what you're talking
about..." Lei murmured, barely audible. "I just think our work has
had the general effect of making all of us overly paranoid, including around
each other."
Chaozu unfolded his arms, before then
sauntering a few steps forwards in order to grant him better view of the
detective, whose eyes were still set blankly on various papers of the sorts.
"Wulong, if it's your job you're concerned about, I've already told you
numerous times you have nothing to worry about."
"No one ever said I was," Lei
remarked in a choleric tone, making it sound simple enough. Still, Chaozu wasn't
convinced. He tried still more to take in a better view at the expression on
the other man's face, but come to think of it, he and Lei hadn't made
eye-contact once yet.
"Look at me," the supervisor somewhat
ordered on certain grounds.
With another sigh, Lei turned in the spinning
chair he was seated in, facing Chaozu with a tiresome gaze through the narrow
lenses of his glasses.
"That's another thing," Chaozu
continued, "You dodge glances at every opportunity you get."
"Once again, I have no idea what you're
talking about," Lei stated. It was hard to designate if this was indeed
the truth, however. Lei's tone of voice had been so... emotionless. So
nonchalant, yet mysterious.
"Whatever you say..." Chaozu sighed
in a long breath, deciding not to press the issue anymore for the time being.
Still, he'd sure enough get back to it soon. "Oh yes, and we've made more
progress as to the whereabouts of Bryan Fury. It appears he's up to no good
again..."
"I could have told you that..." Lei
murmured in the same, quiet voice.
Chaozu nodded in response. "Sure enough it
was no surprise that he killed at least ten more officers today..."
"I know already..."
"What I really want to know is why Fury
would return to the island of Hong Kong without a given target? He's already
robbed every major bank at least once. Hell, he's probably loaded with more yen
by now than half of the entire Hong Kong population all put together. I mean,
he's paid thousands to rob the banks, and who knows how much he keeps for
himself. Why wouldn't he just go off and retire to a fancy mansion in another
country or something?"
"Fury doesn't care about money," Lei
retorted in more of a statement. "Don't any of you get it? He's in it for
the blood." Lei once more turned his head, redirecting his glance
downwards and to face his desktop yet again. "You know how Bryan Fury died
all those years ago... You know he used to be a detective for this police
force, and you know very well he used to be my partner on this force," Lei
continued in a slightly louder tone. "He only aims to kill and make fools
out of us in the process. Make a fool out of me..."
"Well, that could"
"Don't you get it? So many innocent
people... Our friends... our coworkers... and others. All these people are
dead!"
"Wulong, what the"
"They're dead because of me!!!"
Chaozu quickly grasped Lei by either of his
shoulders, trying to restrain him from the spontaneous outburst he was suddenly
having. Still, the detective only seemed to struggle more intensely than ever;
even though there was in turn, nothing to struggle against...
"That's it bitch, struggle, and
maybe I'll give it to you harder."
"Stop it! Let go of me, please!"
[[This state is elevating]]
[[As the hurt turns into hating]]
[[Anticipating all the fucked.. up.. feelings..
again]]
Chaozu quickly backed away, confused as fuck
for lack of better words. "Damnit, Wulong, what the hell has gotten into
you?!" he shouted, emphasizing the word 'hell'.
Lei removed his glasses and placed them on the
wooden surface of the office desk, before grasping his face in either of his
hands. It was at this point that Chaozu looked through the open blinds of Lei's
office to see all eyes directed on him, along with several detectives awaiting
an order at the closed door. The supervisor quickly disregarded everyone within
view, assuring them he could handle this so as not to cause another
embarrassing scene for Lei. This wasn't the first time something like this had
happened in the past couple weeks... Just the day before, one of the
secretaries had simply stepped into Lei's office in order to ask him if he
wanted any coffee after noting he had dozed off. When she'd touched his
shoulder just to wake him up... well... his rather loud exclamation of the
classic word 'no' could be heard throughout nearly the entire building.
"That's it, Wulong." Chaozu shook his
head at Lei, sounding serious as ever. "I don't care what you say. You've
obvious got something that needs to be worked out, and sequentially, it's
affecting your performance at work. You're taking a break."
"No," Lei retorted, a hidden presence
in his voice. Still, it wasn't directed as rude in anyway whatsoever,
especially to his supervisor. Chaozu had sworn it was... fear?
"I'm sorry," Chaozu sighed, once more
shaking his head, which was this time accompanied by an involuntary shrug.
"I'm relieving you of all your duties for at least the rest of this week,
which should give you some time to hopefully get some much-needed rest for
yourself."
"No..." Lei once more repeated,
"You-you can't put me on leave!"
"Chill out Wulong. It's not like this is a
life or death situation."
Lei just sat there in silence; the pen he was
holding shaking in hand.
Chaozu walked out of Lei's office, shutting the
door behind him. Once again, he knew something was up here... as to what,
however, he was still clueless...
"I tell you chief, it's the alcohol,"
a random worker stated upon the supervisor's exit from Wulong's office. Chaozu
looked around the large, agency room to see many agreement nods follow this
statement, though Chaozu still wasn't convinced just yet.
"No... No, it's not. It's something
else..."
"Hβo... I can tell everyone here thinks
I've lost it..." Lei whispered silently to himself upon exiting the police
force's large building through the revolving doors, lined in gold-colored
framing. Lei shook his head. "And they're all right..."
"What am I going to do?"
"There's nothing you can do. You're
mine."
[[The hurt inside is fading]]
[[This shit gone way too far]]
[[All this time I've been waiting]]
[[No, I cannot grieve anymore]]
Lei stopped dead in his tracks, fighting the
urge to have a breakdown in the middle of public view. The detective didn't
care what his supervisor had earlier stated. Lei knew his career either was, or
would be in definite jeopardy if he continued to put on such a display at work.
And Chaozu wasn't the only suspicious one. Oh no, the majority of the force
was; the entire side staff included. And those who hadn't been suspicious
before were in doubt now.
The Chinese man stumbled slightly, catching
himself against the brick wall of an adjacent building.
"I'm watching you. I'm always
watching. When you don't see me, I see you. I'll find you wherever you
go."
"No, stop it!" Lei cursed to himself,
leaning his head forward against the building's hard exterior. "I can't
let anyone see me like this anymore..." Contemplating on where he could go
for the current time being, the search through his tainted thoughts ended
without many matches. There was no way in hell he was going back to his
apartment... and he wanted to save the bar for later, where he would more than
likely drink the night away until he passed out. Scratch the 'more than likely'
part. The detective figured his best bet would be somewhere fairly populated,
since it'd be much easier to blend in this way. Still, this had always been one
of the hardest tasks for Wulong to fulfill for some reason. He'd never been
really good at fading into the background. For one reason or another, he always
managed to stand out, despite his efforts at times. Primarily being the more
recent ones...
Lei eventually settled on paying the local
coffee shop a little visit. The bar deserved a break this time around... The
raven-haired man's seemingly hurried steps didn't lighten up whatsoever; his pace
rushed by default. But why rush things when it's not necessary? When there's no
deadline? Simple. Though extremely paranoid, Lei couldn't shake the incessant
feeling that he was being watched. Followed. Stalked.
[[For what's inside awaking]]
[[I'm done, I'm not a whore]]
[[You've taken everything]]
[[And oh I cannot give anymore]]
When Lei eventually reached the rather large
coffee shop, he took a brief glance down at the watch on his left wrist. He
remembered at this point in time how only a little over two weeks ago, it had
taken him around twenty minutes to walk here from his agency. Big surprise, ten
minutes flat this time. Another reason he'd tried to hurry himself more was
upon reaching one of the frequently visited bars a few minutes ago, having to
put everything he had into a mental restraint to keep himself out of there. For
now...
He would look there first anyway...
The double doors parted upon Lei's entrance
into the building, which in all honesties served as more than a typical stop
for caffeine intake. It was actually an extended part of the large bookstore
adjacent to it. Taking a seat on one of the soft, leather stools, Lei instantly
folded his arms upon the elongated counter's smooth surface, before letting his
face fall forwards in a heads-down motion.
"Tired, sir?"
Lei didn't even look up to face the young
Chinese woman. She'd been working there for quite sometime, and had noticed the
way Lei seemed to be acting more and more different as the weeks passed. He
didn't talk anymore, say hello, or even smile at her, or anyone else. It was as
if he had become a ghost.
"Just give me something strong..."
The girl had wanted to say something in the way
of 'uh, the bar's down the street', but she only shrugged instead. Pouring the
stressing detective a triple-shot, she then headed down the counter to serve
another customer. Here he was all this time criticizing Jin for ever
getting involved with Hwoarang, when he now felt quite envious of their
relationship.
Wulong ran either of his hands back through his
cascading, black bangs. Sighing again. Worrying again. Mentally cursing himself
again. From his pants pocket, Lei removed a small bottle of painkillers.
No more than two in a six hour period. Lei read.
He then proceeded to pop somewhere in between
six and ten, not even bothering to take a count. Fuck it. Who cared anyway?
He downed the powerful capsules with the
caffeinated coffee in front of him, which more than likely had just as much
alcohol mixed into it as a general dose of beer.
And while I'm at it...
The raven-haired man pulled a single cigarette
from a pack he'd involuntarily picked up off the front desk back at the
station. Almost instantly, he lit it, and took what most would consider to be a
very large initial puff.
What the hell? I don't smoke...
Lei held the lit cigarette in hand; staring at
it. This wasn't the first time this had happened as of late. In his other hand,
the detective viewed the lighter he'd used automatically reminded of Fury
again...
I never understood why he enjoys
collecting these things so much. He spends more time smoking the shit than he
does lighting it.
If one of Fury's victims had a lighter on them,
Bryan always made sure he took it.
For the next few minutes, Lei just continued to
sit while contemplating the disquieting thoughts he'd never become accustomed
to thinking about. Frankly, he didn't even know what the hell he was doing
here. The wise thing to do would be to get on a bus and just... go somewhere.
Go anywhere.
"Remember, Wulong, I'll find you.
I'll find you wherever you go."
Just not here.
"I'm going to make you
scream..."
A hand touched Lei's shoulder.
"No!!!"
[[My mind's done with this]]
[[Okay, I've got a question]]
[[Can I throw it all away?]]
[[Take back what's mine?]]
Every glance was redirected.
"Uh, sorry there sir..." A
middle-aged man apologized, slightly freaked.
Make that very freaked. "I was only going
to ask you for the time..."
Lei stood up, and practically ran out of the
building.
That.. was.. embarrassing...
The detective couldn't even convey the number
of times this had happened to an estimate, much less a specific count, since
it'd happened so many times recently... The paranoia was literally eating him
alive.
It was just a coffee shop for cryin' out
loud... What's happened to me?
"I've turned into a petty, insecure
xenophobe..."
It was actually getting fairly dark by this
point in time. The sun had done well in setting some time ago, but Lei had
apparently been too drowned out in his thoughts to even realize this.
"Don't be ridiculous..." Lei cursed
himself in a barely audible whisper. What? So now one of the most acclaimed
detectives and fighters in the entire world was scared of the dark? Bullshit...
Wulong shook the feeling off. True, he'd always
been more prone to being diurnal himself, but he had nothing against the
darkness and solitude of night. This was, however, someone else's time to roam.
Fury's time. When you were asleep, he was awake. When you weren't watching, he
was.
Yep. Time to go to the bar, alright...
No, no, no! That will only make it
easier for him. Easier for me too, though...
The detective also very well knew a large dose
of painkillers along with a greater dose of alcohol was not exactly the best
thing in the world for you. It could quite frankly harm your body in very
extreme measures; even fatality was possible. Once again, Lei didn't care
anymore.
Didn't care about anything.
[[So I take my time]]
[[Guiding the blade down the line]]
[[Each cut, closer to the vein]]
[[Bleed.. Bleed..]]
He had never before viewed the world with such
a sense of apathy, rather than empathy.
What's the point? Consequentially, he's
watching right now... Otherwise, I more than likely would have received word of
another one of his killing sprees.
The bar's lucid red lettering was made visibly
evident not forty yards away when Lei turned the next corner, reacting in a
sigh of relief from the Chinese. His pace quickened even more so as he
gradually sauntered down the strangely deserted sidewalk, lined by many luminescent
streetlamps.
Almost there.
Yet why did Lei feel the urge to go faster?
Lei's pace increased to what seemed like
borderline jogging on the sure verge of a sprint.
Stupid.
So fucking stupid.
The elegant Chinese wanted to just stop with
this ludicrous and reform back to a normal pace, but his body wouldn't let him.
Oh well. Only a few more, scant yards anyhow. It's not like Lei had anything to
worry about in the next ten seconds...
An arm around his waist.
A hand over his mouth.
Prime fucking timing.
Lei felt as he was instantaneously slammed up
against the brick wall on the nearside of the alleyway he'd just walked, or
should he say jogged, by.
"You stupid little bitch!"
Didn't I already come to the conclusion
that Bryan would be waiting here in the first place? Am I that eager to die?
No, he just wanted to end it. End this sick
recreation of Bryan's amusement.
I've been dying a little more each day.
Lei tried to break free of Fury's extremely
tight grasp on either of his wrists, which were painfully pinned against the
hard surface of the brick wall. It was, of course, no use.
It never was.
Bryan looked straight into Lei's eyes with a
temperamental glare of rage. "What kind of fucking shit were you trying to
pull this time, Wulong?" Fury growled. "Oh, I see, just thought today
would be a good time to disobey my orders and go off for coffee, pills, drinks,
and few smokes while you're at it. I told you to come.. straight.. back. And
I'm sure you remember what happened last time I caught you smoking..."
"I don't see why you give a damn
anyway..." The detective then let out a squint of pain as Bryan purposely
scraped the outer side of Lei's right-arm against the rough, cracked bricks
with added pressure; directly pinpointing the area where Fury had pretty much
put out a cigarette right on, or rather in, the flesh. Bryan only laughed.
"Get.. away.. from me.." Lei ordered
in his sternest of voices.
"You knew you'd be punished for this, so
obviously you desire a more vicious form of abuse from me than usual," Fury
retorted in malicious anger. "You know it takes all the fun out of fucking
you when you're drunk or stoked-up on pills."
"That's the whole point," the
detective snapped back in a smart voice.
Fury grinned with spite, and you could tell in
an instance he had a new, sick idea of some sort up his sleeves. Lei already
had a good guess as to what this idea was just by the expression painted across
Fury's face...
[[This state is elevating]]
[[As the hurt turns into hating]]
[[Anticipating all the fucked.. up.. feelings..
again]]
"Don't even fucking think about it!"
Lei yelled rather loudly, struggling still more against Bryan's grasp.
"I wouldn't," Bryan smirked. "I
don't waste my time overanalyzing crap the way you do, therefore I don't think
about things." Fury then pressed his body hard against Lei's. "I only
do them."
"You're so fucked up."
"Well you're about to be fucked up
somewhere yourself, if you catch my drift."
"Why do you do this to me, Bryan?"
Lei inquired in a half-moan. "Why...?"
"Solitude may be my best companion, but
even I need a good fuck once in awhile," Fury laughed in a dark manner.
"And besides, you know you love it. You're nothing but a drunken
whore."
He's right...
I..hate myself..
Bryan continued. "Right when I see you my
mind's automatically filled with all those dirty thoughts you put into my head,
and next thing I know, fucking that tight ass of yours is all I can think
about."
"How.. ignorant.. I can't provoke your
lust upon me for you."
"Very well, then," Bryan went on,
letting out another dark laugh while his hands moved lower to trace either side
of Lei's body. "How about the classic 'a life for a life.' You took mine,
so now it's only fair that I take yours."
"You didn't die by my gun. You know this..."
Lei murmured in protest.
"Yes, but the guns I did die by were
ordered by your mouth," Bryan retorted with a derisive smirk. "I
suppose now I should be thanking you, though. You made me what I am
today."
This last sentence made Wulong want to die right
then and there.
They're all dead. Dead because of me.
Hundreds. Thousands...
Because.. of.. me...
Lei couldn't help but wince still more as he
felt himself further pressed against the wall's jagged, rough surface; then
stifling back a long moan when he felt Bryan's hot mouth on the left side of
his neck as he was given whet kisses one after the other.
"Tξng sδo
"
[[The hurt inside is fading]]
[[This shit gone way too far]]
[[All this time I've been waiting]]
[[No, I cannot grieve anymore]]
"Trying to think of how you can get
out of this?" Bryan laughed briefly against Lei's skin.
"No, I'm doing it." And with
that, the raven-haired man rapidly pushed his knee forwards; striking Fury
right in the crotch of his dark-green pants to be precise...
Lei felt Fury suddenly lose his footing from
the pain of the vicious blow, giving Lei the time he needed.
"I fucking HATE YOU!" Lei practically
screamed, slamming his left elbow upwards to hit Bryan in the face, before
delivering him a punch to the chest with his right fist. Wulong had never felt
hate to such degrees. He knew it was never good to unleash anger as a means for
your attacks, but it sure seemed to work better for most people... so why not
him? Oh yes, that's right. Because Lei was the good guy; the one who had always
fought in the name of honor, hope, and justice. Yet he was the one always
pummeled into the ground like the stupid weakling he was, while the ones who
fought in the name of evil, revenge, anger, and a thirst for blood were the
ones who took all in the end.
Fury growled in sure fired rage as he stumbled
backwards. Determined to return the favour, his own right fist came flying
forwards, though Lei was agile enough to swing his body to the side at the last
minute. Bryan's fist instead hit the wall, and judging from the dispersal of
broken bricks that followed this motion, Lei already knew he'd more than likely
be dead if he hadn't moved.
"You're going to pay for that!" Bryan
growled.
Lei knew fighting Fury would be absolutely
pointless. Agility was the only component he held over Bryan.
And it wasn't worth crap.
Fury was stronger than hundreds of men all put
together. This was veracity. Lei had witnessed Fury tossing fucking cars across
the streets to crush members on his force like ants, before then ripping a few
heads right off of the bodies; dead or alive. Their esophagus would almost
always remain attached as part of Bryan's trophy, which he would always hold
high for all to see.
Bryan loved it.
Lei hated it.
The visions were purely haunting, and
impossible to eradicate.
Wulong didn't give a damn about his life
anymore. Even in reaching the nadir, it had ended sometime ago, now. His life,
his pride, his honour.
It was all broken.
Still, if he truly was to die, it wasn't going
to be by Fury's hands. Lei wouldn't allow him this pleasure, no matter what
it took. Bryan had sworn he'd eventually kill Lei, so Wulong had to wonder
every single day of his life if that day would be the end of it. It brought a
whole new meaning to the classic saying 'live everyday as if it's your last.'
This didn't make your days anymore fulfilled.
No, it just made you feel like you were fucking
dying.
I know it. This is it.
I.. cant.. let.. him.. win..
[[For what's inside awaking]]
[[I'm done, I'm not a whore]]
[[You've taken everything]]
[[And oh I cannot give anymore]]
Lei was determined to finally put an end to
this sick game of Fury's.
Right as Fury jerked his fist free from where
it had obviously penetrated the wall's rough surface upon impact, Lei was fast
to deliver Bryan one of his classic comet kicks in due timing. Then without a
second thought on the matter, Lei turned, and ran. His apartment was only
several blocks away from here. If he could only make it... He had to. No
calling for help, or whoever came to his aid would die as well. Besides, this
was between Bryan and Wulong; no one else.
Lei would rather die a thousand deaths than let
anyone find out the truth to both his past and present with Fury anyhow...
Though Lei was sprinting incredibly fast, time
still seemed to progress so incessantly slow all the same. No other sounds were
to be heard at this point. Only the cool, night air breezing by as Lei broke
right through it. His hair came undone along the way, disarranging to flow in
long, licorice strands behind him.
Just run...
Maybe Bryan wasn't even following him, though?
No, he was. Lei wouldn't be one bit surprised
if Bryan was already waiting for him by the time he reached his destination.
Destination in view.
Lei did the only thing he could do. He ran
still more. Ran fast as hell. Lei dashed faster up the cemented stairs of the
apartment complex than one would imagine possible for anyone to do so. The
detective didn't think about anything else for the moment; nothing else mattered
other than getting through that apartment door of his. But still... whoever
would have imagined this? Wulong Lei running away from his problems? That's
just it.
Lei finally realized he'd been running his
whole life.
[[I'm here to stay]]
[[Bring me down]]
[[I'm here to stay]]
[[Bring me down]]
[[I'm here to stay]]
[[Bring me down]]
[[I'm here to stay]]
The Chinese could suddenly hear Fury's
trampling steps pounding on the stairs behind him. Lei managed, however, to at
least unlock the door to his apartment before Bryan caught up with him. Lei
didn't even bother locking the wooden door behind him as he ran into the
darkened living room, knowing quite frankly he'd only lose time in this. Bryan
could break any door down in a heartbeat.
Using his memory as sure guidance, Lei ran
forwards straight down the short hallway before reaching his bedroom. From
there, he continued right into the bathroom.
The detective slammed the bathroom door shut
before locking it directly afterwards with a quick motion of the hand. Lei's
heart was pounding so fast he was surprised he hadn't died of a heart-attack
from hyperventilation. The heaving Chinese immediately scolded himself. He'd
meant to retrieve his gun out of his dresser drawer firsthand.
And not for use against Bryan Fury.
Fuck this shit.
"Never... again..." Lei breathed
hard, before turning to face himself in the large mirror. Lei saw himself.
No, he didn't.
He.. hated.. it..
"Never... AGAIN!!!"
[[Bring it down!]]
[[Bring it down!]]
[[Bring it down!]]
[[Bring it down!]]
And with that, Lei's right fist flew forwards
fast with full strength powered behind it.
The mirror shattered partially upon impact,
cracks rooting like arteries throughout the reflecting glass around Lei's
bloodied fist as if it were a heart. Lei pulled his right fist back, before
slamming his left one forwards straight into the mirror's already cracked
glass.
Right at his broken reflection.
He continued these motions. Over and over and
over again.
[[Gonna break it down!]]
[[Gonna break it down!]]
[[Gonna break it down!]]
[[Gonna break it down!]]
The mirror's cracks drained with blood which
covered the counter, while Lei's hands were completely drenched in thick and
dark crimson, which ran down his arms and dripped at the elbows. Blood trailed
down his cheeks like tears.
There was a loud bang on the door.
Then another. And another.
Lei removed a crimson coated shard of sharp
glass from the blood-filled sink. Perfect timing. Let the fucking show begin.
Correct that.
End.
The door flew open; Bryan Fury standing in the
hollow of the door frame. The door had been slammed open so hard it'd nearly
flown right off the copper hinges binding it in place.
"My god..." Bryan stuttered in shock
of what he now saw.
"That's right, Bryan!" Lei yelled.
"You told me you would eventually kill me. Take your fucking prize in
taking my life!" he spat, crying and screaming at the same time.
"Well not anymore. I'm taking it away from you! Taking my fucking life
away from you!!!"
[[Gonna break it down!]]
[[Gonna break it down!]]
[[Gonna break it down!]]
[[GONNA BREAK IT!!!]]
And with that, Lei jabbed the piece of mirror
he was holding down to his left wrist slicing it right open.
Bryan was fucking horrified.
"You're allowed to cut me up whenever you
wish, and you love it so much I thought maybe I'd give it try!!! I have bruises
and scars covering my entire fucking body from what you've done to me!!!"
Lei exclaimed, crying even harder from the pain he'd inflicted upon himself.
Blood dripped endlessly in a pitter-pattering
sound against the bathroom's smooth floor, building to fill the tile-lining
cracks. Lei brought his right-hand back up again; the sharp shard he was
holding dripping with blood originating from his palm, which had been sliced
open from his unrelenting grasp around it. He struck it down once more against
his wrist in almost the same exact spot as before. Thick blood erupted
everywhere, flowing like lava from a composite volcano.
Just as Lei appeared he was about to stab the
bloody, four inch shard completely through his lower arm, Bryan lunged forward,
knocking Lei backwards against the wall. Bryan fought to get the thick piece of
broken mirror out of Lei's death-grip on it, grasping it hard enough to slice
even his own flesh in the process of it all. Bryan succeeded, throwing the
shard to the side hard enough to shatter the remaining portion of the large
mirror which had yet to be completely dismembered.
The whole thing suddenly broke.
Bryan turned, and looked down at where Lei had
now fallen to the floor. Lei closed his eyes, surprised at how slow time was
really passing by at this point. Many last thoughts flashed throughout Lei's
mind. Thoughts of his past, the present... and the future he no longer had
not that it would've been worth living anyway... Hell, that's the whole point
of suicide, right?
"You dreamed about this day..." Lei
whispered, sounding very weak. "The day you'd get to see me die in a pool
of my own blood at your feet. You finally got your wish, and I got mine... not
to die by your hands."
[[This state is elevating]]
[[As the hurt turns into hating]]
[[Anticipating all the fucked.. up.. feelings..
again]]
Lei hadn't exaggerated in the least. The tiled
floor didn't even bare its original white color by majority. Only red. The
shower curtain. The walls. The cabinets. The sink. The floor.
Blood was everywhere.
Bryan kneeled down in front of Lei, who had now
completely fallen to lie on the floor. He grasped Lei's left wrist in hand in a
tight grip.
Trying to stop the bleeding.
"I... I didn't want this..." Bryan
whispered harshly, trying to hold something back, yet he didn't know what.
Tears.
Bryan tried to hold back this unfamiliar
feeling, but he couldn't. He just fucking couldn't. Lining the scar etched into
the pale skin on the left side of his face, a single tear trailed down.
Only one.
Lei was near passing out by now, but he still
saw this, causing a sure look of confusion to overlap his expressions.
Bryan ultimately picked Lei's weakened form up;
scooping the fragile body into his arms. Swiftly, Fury carried the detective
into the neighboring room; stopping to lay him down on the full-sized bed just
below the large window. Though his eyes were closed, Lei could still make out the
sounds of frenetic footsteps making their way back into the bathroom.
Lei had always wondered what it would be like
to die. To fall into an infinite sleep you wouldn't wake up from. This was what
it had all come down to in the end.
Wulong Lei didn't, in fact, fear death.
He'd been driven into fearing life instead.
Lei suddenly felt a sharp pain in the base of
his left wrist, though the area was pretty much limp-numb altogether, so it
didn't matter anyway.
The Chinese continued to drift in and out of
consciousness for what seemed like an eternity just waiting to die.
Wanting to die.
As Wulong finally went completely out of it, he
figured this, indeed, was the end.
Good riddance...
[[The hurt inside is fading]]
[[This shit gone way too far]]
[[All this time I've been waiting]]
[[No, I cannot grieve anymore]]
Time mounted, continuing to progress as it
always did; seconds turning into minutes. Minutes into hours.
[8 hours later]
Lei solemnly awoke to his very dark
surroundings, just resting in silence for a good several minutes. He noticed
fairly fast that the room was filled with a certain, uncanny scent.
Blood.
After only a few extremely confusing moments of
brief contemplation, realization kicked in.
Why?
Why.. wasn't.. he.. dead..?
Surely he would have died by now from blood
loss... The very sheets he laid upon were partially soaked in it.
Lei's spinning thoughts were put to halt by a
creak of the bed as Lei felt the weight shift at its base. Though barely any
light whatsoever filled the darkened room, it was still very painful for the
detective to take a shot at opening his eyes.
It didn't take long at all for Lei to realize
he was in his own bedroom, on his own bed.
It also didn't take him long to realize he was
apparently without any clothes.
Basically, Lei was perplexed as possible, not
even remembering how he came to be where he was in the first place much less
what was going on period. Then it hit in an instance like a lighting bolt
baring the highest voltage capacity.
He'd tried to kill himself.
He could feel the dried blood covering portions
of his arms like a dried paste. After a single attempt to move either of his
hands, Lei had pretty much learned his lesson not to push the matter again at
this time. They both ached in a searing pain he had never before imagined...
Stitched, though. And bandaged. But why? Why had his wounds been tended to?
Caught up in his crooked train of thoughts, the Chinese didn't even come to at
first realize there was, indeed, someone else on that bed of his. Lei wasn't stupid.
Foolish, but not stupid. He knew who this was without visualization.
[[For what's inside awaking]]
[[I'm done, I'm not a whore]]
[[You've taken everything]]
[[And oh I cannot give anymore]]
"Why?" Lei silently whispered.
"Why didn't you let"
"Ssshh," Bryan whispered into Lei's
ear, "No talking." Though this had been stated in more of a softer
toned voice than one every heard from Fury, this could still be noted as a sure
order.
Lei felt as his mouth was suddenly invaded by
Bryan's own, and hesitated to respond, only to give in when he noticed how
gentle Bryan was being. This was definitely new... Bryan had never before
kissed him like this. No, it always had to fast, hard, and rough to the point
blood was drawn.
Though confused in all extremes possible, Lei
questioned not, kissing Fury back the whole while Bryan's skilled tongue slowly
explored his mouth. Bryan gradually broke his mouth away from Lei's, instead
beginning to kiss his jaw line, and then down to his neck. Lei moaned, inviting
the gesture by further tilting his head back into the soft, white pillow.
Judging from the hardness pressing into his
thigh, it was more than obvious to Lei that Bryan was without anything in the
way of clothing as well. Bryan's mouth descended further down Lei's neck, and
then to his chest. Fury encircled his mouth around Lei's right nipple, sucking
it slightly between fervent kisses. The detective moaned in reaction actually
wanting to be with Bryan... Despite the fact that Lei wasn't in the prime
condition for anything physical period, he couldn't fight the manifold emotions
he found himself feeling. Without any form of hesitance or reconsideration, Lei
spread his legs further on either side of the taller man.
"Bryan, please... make love to me..."
Bryan redirected his furrowed glance upwards to
look into Lei's soft eyes, which sparkled in the moonlight filling the room
through the window blinds. Lei hadn't ever used these words before, though
Bryan hadn't really given him the chance or option to anyhow. On nearly all
their encounters, Fury had abused Lei. Tortured him.
Forced him.
Fury readjusted his position to where he was
straddling Lei, while holding down either of his arms. There wasn't much of a
point to this though, considering Wulong was in no way going to try any
physical retaliation against him, especially in this condition.
Lei closed his eyes in anticipation of the pain
he knew was to come. Bryan had always before done well in thrusting right into
him raw, for lack of better words. Never was there any lubrication, nor
preparation.
It hurt like hell every time.
Then all of a sudden, it happened.
Lei cried out in an instance, resulting from
Bryan's swift movement upon him. But wait...
Bryan hadn't forced himself into Lei as he
always had before. No, instead, he had forced Lei into him...
"Bryan w-what are you"
"Shut up," Bryan ordered. Ultimately,
Fury flipped them over in a fast movement to where Lei was now the one above
him.
"Fuck me, Lei," Bryan ordered.
"I... I..."
"Just.. do it.." Fury once more
ordered in a harsh voice.
Doing as he'd been asked, or more told, Lei
gradually pulled himself nearly all the way out of Bryan's body, before slowly
pushing back in. Fury's hands fisted into the ruffled sheets, practically
tearing them as he fought a mental battle of restraint to keep from throwing
Lei off of him and right through the opposing wall. This felt... weird... even
painful. Bryan didn't at all understand how Lei could have gotten such amazing
pleasure out this for himself in the first place, yet he had nearly every time
Bryan had fucked him, no matter how brutally cruel.
"Bryan, oh god," Lei moaned in
pleasure, yet with a hint of pain. Bryan.. was.. tight. So unimaginably tight,
in fact, that it hurt even for Lei in some amounts. Then there was the obvious
fact that the pressure Lei was putting on his hands and arms to keep himself
stabilized wasn't exactly the most pleasant of feelings, and he could already
tell he was bleeding again. He also felt quite sick, and still fairly weak.
Despite this, the Chinese went on with his movements, steadily beginning to
thrust a bit harder than before, though not at all by much.
"Harder."
Lei flinched a bit. "Are-are you
sure?"
Fury growled slightly in remark to this.
"If you can take it, I can."
And with that, Lei's thrusts became more
forceful his pace quicker. Bryan couldn't help but let out a stifled wince in
tune to this. A slight sheer of excessive pain returned. Once again, this was
terribly odd for him. He'd never been the one to endure pain for himself; only
the one to inflict it.
Lei's mind began to cloud over in the form of
pleasure he had never before been allowed to experience. He went on with his
increasing movements still while his long and beautiful hair began to sway back
in forth in various directions.
"Fuck," Bryan groaned as Wulong
continued to thrust into him from below. It was starting to feel... good... He
didn't at all understand why, it just... did...
With much hesitance, Lei progressively moved his
hand in between his and Bryan's sweat slickened bodies. He encircled his grasp
around Bryan's hardened member, his line of digits barely able to wrap around
the extremely large thickness. An indescribable wave of pleasure washed over
Bryan's body when Lei did this, and when Fury felt Lei's hand start to move
back and forth it took everything he had to restrain a colossal cry.
Lei swore he could read the shame of
humiliation written all over Bryan's expressions, even in the majority darkness
filling the room. Lei understood. He'd felt the same way, at first.
He still couldn't believe this was actually
happening...
In between the moments his eyes were rolled
back, Lei looked down into Bryan's own, squinted eyes. Bryan seemed to be
breathing faster, his body shaking in sharp convulsions off and on.
It was obvious.
Fury was actually trying to hold back
his release.
"Bryan... it-it's okay. It's supposed to
feel good..." Lei half-moaned, half-whispered.
Bryan didn't answer. He was more concerned with
holding back moans of any form, or from pleading like an insignificant bitch
the way Lei always did. This was one pleasure Wulong Lei would not be granted.
Bryan Fury was still the one in charge here.
Fury's right-arm shot upwards, grasping into
the back of Lei's vastly long hair. He brought Lei's face close to his and
jerked him into a rough kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. Lei battled
his tongue with Bryan's, yet found even in their reverse-role situation, Fury
was still the one to overpower him by far. Lei gave in as he felt Bryan's hot
tongue explore every curve of his mouth, moaning the whole while.
Fury eventually broke from the hard kiss,
pulling Lei's hair backwards once again in order to reframe to kissing the
underside of his neck. Wulong shuddered in pleasure, suddenly delivering Bryan
his most ferociously hard thrust yet as he rammed into the man beneath him. Lei
cried out when he felt Fury bite into his flesh, surely hard enough to break
the skin.
This only seemed to trigger more pleasure.
"Bryan I... I'm cumming..." Lei
whispered as Bryan licked the blood from his neck. Either of his hands grasped
tightly into the formerly white pillow just above each of Bryan's shoulder
blades, his grip unrelenting. Lei cried out Bryan's name in irrevocable
pleasure as the release ripped throughout his entire body, before his already
weakened form gave out entirely. Completely exhausted, Lei collapsed forwards
to fully land atop Bryan's sweated form.
It didn't take long at all for the Chinese to
realize Bryan had apparently had the release he'd tried so desperately to
restrain, despite his efforts... Lei could feel the sultry wetness pressed
between their still joined bodies, but he chose not to question it, figuring
this would also be the wiser thing to do.
"I still can't fucking believe I just let
you do that..." Bryan cursed himself.
Lei turned his head in a slight motion and
kissed Bryan's neck. "Thank you..." he whispered against the tattooed
skin, hugging the man below him.
This was the first time out of what felt like
hundreds that Wulong felt tears in his eyes which weren't a product of pain.
"I swear..." Bryan whispered harshly,
still panting. "If you ever try this fucking suicide shit with me again...
I'll make sure that everyone you care about or even know period goes to hell
with you right after I tear every one of their limbs off and organs out."
Lei gasped. This was a new form of threat never
before received which indicated in hurting himself, Lei would be inflicting
pain and death upon those he knew and cared for as well... Yet, this promise
only served as another true revelation in pointing out that Bryan, in fact, did
give a damn about Lei...
Fury emitted a short, barely audible groan as
he felt Lei disjoin their bodies. Straight afterwards, the American pulled the
Chinese closer to him, and made it so that Lei's head was resting on his chest.
Bryan ran the long fingers of his right-hand through Wulong's beautiful strands
of long licorice hair, sighing in a combination of contentment and anger, yet
he didn't know which emotion truly outweighed the other.
Lei extended his right-arm over Fury's strong
form while trying to make himself more comfortable, filtering the thoughts
through his still rather bewildered mind. The feeling of being held so
possessively in Bryan's arms gave him both a feeling of protection, and
trepidation.
He was so confused. The way his feelings for
Bryan Fury had always teetered back and forth between love and hate had never
ceased to perplex him.
Little did he know Bryan was thinking the exact
same thing about him at this moment...
The extremely warn detective then felt as Bryan
grasped his right wrist in order to take in a better view of his stitched hand,
which had partially opened back up during Lei's fisting session with the
sheets, though not by much.
"You're bleeding again," Fury stated,
bringing the hand he held upwards until the flesh greeted his mouth. In long
trails, Bryan licked the fresh-flowing crimson up in gracious amounts,
obviously enjoying the taste. Lei moaned in reaction.
Wulong knew Fury would always be a sadist, and
himself, quite frankly, the masochist.
Still... neither of them would have it any
other way...
[[Give anymore]]
[[Give anymore]]
[[Give anymore]]
[[Give anymore]]
A/N: ...
...[runs away]