It was such a peaceful morning�birds chirped gaily, pale morning sunlight flooded in through the shattered arched glass window, he moaned softly as I sliced through his flesh with his own dagger.
At first, I thought I�d be satisfied just hacking up his torso haphazardly until he didn�t have enough blood left to resist me. But once I had him pinned beneath me, writhing and spitting profanities, deep golden eyes blazing with angry passion, I knew that the cuts I made into his beautiful body must be precise and careful. Dragging the dagger up from the stab wound in his abdomen to just beneath his collarbone, I carved my initials into his torso, then worked in designs around the letters.
The early cuts were already starting to heal, but only up to scar tissue. I smirked at the thought that these scars would adorn his body for as long as he lived, reminding him and everyone else�including his beloved Arashi�that he was and always would be mine.
He was panting heavily, breathless from yelling, moisture building up at the corners of his half-lidded eyes. I smirked, leaning down to lap up the salty liquid carefully. He jerked his head away from me with a weak growl, but I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him back around so he was glaring up at me.
�Crying, Neko-kun?�
Before he could answer�I don�t even know if he had enough energy left by that time to respond�I dipped my head down and pressed my lips to his with enough force to bruise the both of us. I felt him wince and try to pull away, but I held him still and forced entry into his mouth; he gagged and bit down. Drawing my fist back, I let it fly into his jaw, almost flinching at the sound his skull made when it smacked into the stone floor.
�You better behave for me, Neko-kun. I can�t kill you, but I can make it so you�ll wish I could.�
He just laid there, chest heaving, eyes hidden beneath a curtain of his satin-soft ebony hair dipped in molten sunlight. I took this as a sign of submission and leaned down once again, nipping sharply at his earlobe. A shudder trembled through his body, but he made no effort to throw me off again. Smirking, I slid myself down his body until the waistband of his jeans was exposed. My fingers toyed lazily with the fastenings, slipping the button slowly out of its hole, dragging the zipper down centimeter by centimeter. I glanced up at him with a smirk and saw that his chest was tensed. He was holding his breath. Tauntingly, I ran a finger down from his navel to the portion of skin I had exposed, earning an anxious shiver.
�You don�t wear anything underneath, kitten? Is that how your dear Arashi liked it?� I adjusted so that I was only straddling one leg and then abruptly shoved my caressing hand underneath his jeans, almost laughing as his back arched up immediately and his hands scrambled to grab onto something. �Or maybe you just dressed like this tonight in hopes you�d meet him and you didn�t want to waste any time becoming. . .reacquainted. Did you want to give him easy access, my kinky little kitten?�
He growled something under heavy breathing, teeth bared as his lips curled back. I pulled my hand back up, tracing my fingers over the cuts. His sudden movements had reopened some of the wounds, and I smeared blood over his abdomen, lifting my hand to peer at my now-crimson palm. I licked up some of the sweet metallic substance, then bent forward and traced his lips lightly with the tip of my forefinger, leaving behind a rouge lipstick of sorts.
�You taste good, Neko-kun. Try some.�
My hand trailed lazily from his mouth down his neck and then over the apprehensive muscles of his chest, finding its way back down to his stomach. His hips twisted and jerked as my fingers cleared the dip of his navel, then disappeared once more under the waistband of his jeans. He yelled hoarsely, kicking out with his legs, and I took the opportunity of his open mouth to steal another kiss, my tongue mimicking on the roof of his mouth the motions my hand was making further down. I was rather pleased when a moan boiled up from his throat, despite the effort I knew he was putting in to choking back the noises.
Then I felt his hands tangled in my hair, jerking my head back with a force that surprised me, mainly because I had thought all his energy had evaporated from his being earlier on. Disappointingly, I had to use both of my hands to grab onto his wrists and dislodge his fingers from my hair.
�Oh, silly, silly Neko-kun,� I said in a sing-song voice, my grip tightening, �I thought I told you to behave.�
Gathering both wrists into one hand, I fished around in my pocket for some of the line that I had used to bind him to the cross. I rolled him roughly onto his stomach and wrestled his arms behind his back, and after a few moments I managed to knot his wrists together. Tossing the spool to the side, I rolled him back over and tilted his chin up, brushing hair gently out of his face.
�Now this will be fairly uncomfortable for you, won�t it? My poor kitty.�
