Page 12 of Love of the Egoist
Crossing his forearms, Yugo blocked the blow, but was thrown off balance and stepped back, swaying. Kuon leaped forward and clasped his fingers around Yugo’s throat. His foot went behind Yugo’s legs, tripping him as he pushed the man down.
They tumbled to the floor, on the wolf rug. Landing on Yugo’s stomach, Kuon didn’t release his throat. His knee attempted to press on the man’s elbow, but Yugo raised his arms, and his hands clasped around Kuon’s. He tried to push the detective off himself as his fingers dug deep into the thin skin on Kuon’s inner wrists.
Kuon clenched his teeth, squeezing the man’s throat with all his might, as the first signs of numbness prickled his finger pads. The pressure in his head intensified, making the headache unbearable and an animalistic roar, full of desperation, slipped out of his mouth. His limbs shook as the white fog marred his vision and through its thickness, a scarlet drop fell from somewhere above and crashed against Yugo’s cheek. Then another one and another. Kuon blinked, trying to shake off the hallucination, but the drops kept felling and the metallic taste filled his mouth.
Fuck…He sucked some air in, realizing his nose was bleeding, it was hard to breath. Sweat broke out on his forehead as a bone-deep throbbing of life, vibrating under his fingertips, ripped through his body. Thick veins popped on Yugo’s temples and neck, his mouth parted, gasping for air.
Time slowed its pace as Kuon stared into the dilated black pupils. He swayed left, avoiding Yugo’s fist that aimed at his throat, then he squeezed even harder. Yugo’s heart quivered under his fingers and, for a second, horror washed over him.
If I keep going I will kill him…
He hesitated. His fingers twitched, loosening the grip, and Yugo’s fist collided with his liver landing over the yellowish, still visible bruise.
The white pain paralyzed Kuon for a second. His fingers unclamped, legs refused to keep balance when an elbow blow to his ear shattered his vision. Yugo shoved him off himself. The room swam as his hands left Yugo’s throat, and his side slammed against the floor. Blood, streaming from his nose, trickled from his chin, down his neck.
Yugo coughed, shuffled away holding his throat with one hand, and Kuon bit his lip, unable to stop him. The pain wasn’t as bad as before. It came and went like a wave of heat, inflaming his skin and leaving small tremors in his body. Shaking it off, he scrambled to his feet and wiped his bloody nose with the bathrobe sleeve. Scarlet stains spreading over the white fabric, trapped his gaze, hypnotizing him.
A hand grabbed his shoulder from behind, forcing him to spin on his heels, and a right hook to his jaw threw Kuon backward onto the floor.
Piercing noise deafened him as the surroundings swirled. The fireplace bled into the table, spurting blinding sparks of fire around the defocused room. He blinked; confusion flooded his mind. He couldn’t understand what part of the room he was in and tried to sit up, when the weight of a large body pinned him down. The mixed scent of spice and woody fragrance and bitter tobacco hit his face.
Yugo’s hands gripped Kuon’s wrists at either side of his hips as he straddled him. His red, blood-covered face, blurring and distorting, hovered inches away. Kuon wriggled trying to set some distance.
“So, this is what does it for you? A fight before the rough sex? I have to agree, this is hot as hell…” Yugo croaked; his voice raw from the struggle. He coughed and cleared his throat, wiping the bloody cheek against his shoulder.
Trapped. Kuon’s heart leaped into his throat as his eyes roamed all over the throbbing room, looking for a way out. Desperate fingers gripped the fur and crumpled it in his sweat-soaked fist as black panic seeped into his body and settled deep in his bones.
No. Don’t let him intimidate you.He closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down.
With a firm shove, he pushed the fear and confusion back. They still existed, lurking at the borders of his mind, but beyond his reach. His muscles relaxed, gaining back flexibility.
“I like it. You were incredibly sexy offering yourself a moment ago, but this… you know, I even believed you for a second.”
I bet you did.A disdainful smile spread upon Kuon’s lips as he spat out words, not willing to indulge his kidnapper with his fear. “I would offer myself if there was a man capable of satisfying me.”
Hateful words didn’t seem to affect Yugo. He smiled and shoved the detective onto his stomach, tainting Kuon’s vision with a sudden move.
Kuon felt helpless as vigorous hands tore off the obstructive bathrobe down his elbows, securing his arms behind his back in a messy knot of a soft fabric. The pressure applied to his back pushed Kuon’s cheek deeper into the rug. He clenched his teeth as fur tickled his lips and bleeding nose.
“I wish your girlfriends could see you right now. How does it feel to be lying under another man, knowing that in a minute the person you hate with all your soul will be fucking your virgin ass, time after time?”
Kuon’s body refused to move. The mere thought of being violated stopped his blood flow. The animalistic terror, installed in his core, paralyzed his body and mind. Yugo wasn’t joking, and for the first time in captivity, the gravity of his situation weighted his chest.
He is seriously going to rape me?
A hot wave slammed against his ears, drowning everything in a perpetual din. Yugo leaned forward, looking at the side of his face, and the sweet, measured voice filled Kuon’s ears. “This is your first time with a man, isn’t it? I will be extremely gentle with you, so gentle that you will beg me to fuck you more and more and more.” His fingers glided along Kuon’s bare back and snaked under his trunks.
Kuon squirmed as a cold palm squeezed his butt cheek. Firm and rough, it awakened a storm of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. Swirling in his guts, it slammed against his ribcage, trashing his already shallow breathing. A painful spasm curled his toes as he pushed his foot against the ground and tried to elbow Yugo in the gut, but his attack tangled in the bathrobe.
Yugo laughed. His palm landed on the side of Kuon’s head and forced the still resisting detective deeper into the blood-soaked fur. He brought his face down and trailed Kuon’s shoulder line with his hot breath, never touching the skin, never pulling away.
Yugo’s confidence terrified Kuon. He could smell his own fear in the air. A weird mixture of salty-sweet scent—a scent of weakness, cowardice. He hated it.
“You’re gonna enjoy this, trust me,” the man purred. His hand snuck under Kuon’s hips and squeezed his soft, sleeping cock, forcing Kuon to instinctively lift up his hips to avoid the pain, which only gave his tormenter better access.
Kuon laughed. Feigned cheerfulness hid the chaos and panic that reigned inside him, but his armpits and his palms, drenching wet, betrayed his emotions.
Violence should remain violence. If this bastard is going to do it anyway, I don’t want to like it…Kuon thought stubbornly, grinding his teeth. He knew all too well how the body’s reaction to a rape, combined with some serious brain fucking, could result in confusion and be used as a tool of manipulation.No way I’ll let him do that to me.
