�Release me. . .� he hissed, venom saturating his voice. My eyebrow lifted skeptically, and I grinned.
�Or what? If looks could kill, I know�but you�re stuck, darling Neko-kun.�
�Stop calling me that!�
�Neko-kun, Neko-kun,� I said, voice dropping in volume with each repetition, drawing nearer until our noses were touching, �Neko-kun.�
The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes to steal another kiss from him was a mixture of fury and terror blended in his golden orbs. I pushed down on his shoulders as he fought against me, rewarded with another moan he had failed to hold back as I pressed my body into his.
I pulled back panting and equally flushed as he was, then dipped quickly down to nip up and down his neck. A sort of strangled squeak caught in his throat as my teeth grazed the skin of his throat, and I smiled.
�You act like you hate me, Neko-kun, but you�re enjoying this just as much as I am.� I sat up, both hands tracing invisible patterns in the drying blood on his stomach. �Such a sick little masochist my kitten is. Tell me, did Arashi ever humiliate you like this? Did he hurt you? Make you beg?�
�No,� he muttered, his head turned to the side. �No, no, no�No!�
He threw his head back and bucked his hips sharply as my hand once again journeyed beyond the waistband of his jeans. I allowed myself to be a little rougher with him this time, testing the theory I had just suggested to him; I smirked as a heavy groan reverberated around the empty church.
�See, little kitten? You enjoy this pain, this torture��
�No I don�t!� he roared with a violent jerk that nearly threw me off him. �Get off!�
I grabbed onto his throat with my free hand to steady myself, grinning. �Oh, I know what�s wrong, my poor little Neko-kun. Touching isn�t enough, is it? You need more.�
�No,� he moaned, squirming as I squeezed to emphasize my point. �Don�t touch me!�
�Shh,� I whispered, brushing my lips against his, �save your energy for later, dearest.�
�I said�� The rest of what he said was lost in my mouth, but it wasn�t too hard to figure out how he was going to finish. My predictable little Neko-kun.
With all his screaming and yelling it�s a wonder no one walked in on us�though then again, there�s an explanation as to why I brought him to this church. People generally tend to try and stay away from this area, for whatever unknown, obscure, nonetheless helpful reason; it�s thanks to that I got to enjoy my time with him to the fullest.
At the beginning he wriggled a lot, shouted insults, thrashed his legs. He refused to comply with me at all, even when what I told him to do would really ease his discomfort more than anything. But as our playtime extended late into the afternoon he learned how to listen, albeit reluctantly and still retaining shreds of his stubbornness.
And at the end he even begged. Only once, and very, very softly�but he begged. Panting, body glistening in the twilight, he begged.
�Please. . . just�no more. . .�
I could barely hear him above the moan the words accompanied, but my ear was right next to his mouth as I lapped gently at his neck. I smirked, kissing up his jaw and capturing his lips for the millionth time.
�You poor thing,� I mused, un-sticking strands of hair from his cheeks, �you look exhausted.�
He groaned softly in response, chest heaving. I kissed him again, tenderly, like a lover�a purposeful mockery of the way I imagined Arashi would have kissed him�and stood up, grabbing my clothes from where they had been discarded earlier. I tugged them on, mindless of the blood and sweat and other bodily fluids I was soaked in. Once I was dressed I kneeled next to him, lifting the dagger and examining it as it glinted in the dying light of the sun. He eyed it fearfully, a tired dread swimming in his eyes. I smirked, turned him onto his side, and carefully slit open the fishing line that was now digging into the flesh of his wrists. He flexed his fingers gingerly, the tips of which were a wicked-looking purplish-blue color.
I rolled him back over, letting my fingers trace his jaw line softly, my thumb running over his bruised and bleeding lower lip. �It was fun, kitten. I look forward to the next time we meet.�
Standing, I turned my back on him and shoved my hands into my pockets. I was almost to the church doorway when I stopped, turning with a wide smirk stretching my face.
�Goodbye, my dearest Neko-kun. I�ll give your regards to Arashi.�
