☬Dungeon

@Wu Yifan☬(稲川会) Yunho felt his throat tighten - preventing any words from coming out - when Kris pulled out his pocketknife. Yun’s onyx orbs filled with terror and we’re wide as can be while watching the Chinese man approach him. “Please don’t hurt me!” He begged throwing his arms up to cover his face when the latter was much too close for comfort. Brows furrowing when he heard fabric tearing, glancing down and seeing that his shirt was being cut. Swallowing hard once it was roughly pulled away from him and tossed aside as if Yunho just had shirts laying all over the place.

Releasing a small sigh when Kris backed off, but the tension only returned when given the order to remove the rest of his clothes. Yunho was in no mood for this sort of thing, but would having the rest of his clothes cut off him really be ideal? It wasn’t like he had a wardrobe here and could just afford to lose more clothes. “I-I...” The artist stopped himself from saying anything that would appear he was defying Kris because of his little friend, Mr. pocketknife.

Tears began to well up in the man’s eyes as he shakily undid his belt, turning his head away to prevent Kris from seeing his expression. It wasn’t fair. Being taken advantage of like this, assaulted because this crazy man who just cut off his shirt had made him a target. With his cheeks flushing pink Yun pushed the jeans and boxers to the floor. His body now completely exposed to this stranger and his hands attempting to nonchalantly cover his private area. “I-I’m undressed...” he spoke with hesitance still not bothering to make eye contact with Kris, and because of this he didn’t see that the Chinese man was messing with things on the large bed.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) The scene before Kris was a masterpiece of his own design. He smirked and walked around the edges of his bed that weren't obstructed by walls. 'I really ought to move the bed away from the walls if I'm to be making art like this...' He let his fingers ghost over the smooth ropes at Tao's wrists as he passed, then bent down to pull the bed. He was grateful that the boxspring was on wheels, and that it rolled with ease to allow him passage around all four sides of the bed. He paused to press a reassuring kiss to Tao's crown, seeing that the poor bound man was nervous. He could tell by the trembling of neatly-wound limbs and the quickened breathing. He frowned.

"Darling Tao... you beautiful thing... I'm not going to hurt you... well... at least not without making you feel good at the same time." He slowly, cautiously straddled Tao's thighs but continued to keep himself away from that that so obviously needed more. Inch by inch he pressed delicate kisses to Tao's jaw, his neck, those collarbones sharp enough to carve glass, his muscled, smooth chest, those chiseled abs and finally his articulated hips. He let his fingertips feather over them, but before Tao could get the thought in his head of moving, Kris removed himself. He circled the bed again, making sure that his breaths were silent. On this pass around, he dragged a single fingernail down the sole of Tao's foot and grinned evilly when the lithe body seized, the legs tugged futilely, and a muffled squeal emanated from around the gag. He chuckled darkly, loudly enough for Tao to hear. "Ticklish? Oh, that's very good to know." He knelt and placed a quick kiss on the top of that beautiful, dainty foot. He'd seen some pretty feet before, but Tao's had a special appeal to them. For some reason... god, it was weird, but... 'do I have a foot ?' His heart said no, but his told him otherwise.

He rose to his feet slowly and as he meander around the bed again, reveling in Tao's pale body, he slowly d himself. He looked at the alarm clock on the opposite end of the room. Over an hour had passed... Tao's jaw to be hurting by now. He released his and sighed. "Alright... I suppose it's time to be nice. You've been so good... so obedient." He stood above the bed and s his fingers under the other's head to undo the buckle. He carefully removed the thick rubber ball and watched in amusement as Tao smacked his dry lips and attempted to get some moisture into his parched mouth.

"I bet that feels odd. I also bet you'd like me to take that blindfold off..." He let his nimble fingers tease the edge of it before pulling away. "I don't think I'm ready yet. You'll have to... deal with it." He made another full circle before rounding Tao's feet and crawling onto the bed again. This time, he allowed , hot and stiff, to brush against Tao's. Even if the other writhed and struggled to rut his hips against Kris's, he wouldn't find much in the way of relief and that would drive him simply crazy. Having those sinful lips freed from the gag, Kris moved to capture them. Without care, he slipped his tongue betweenTao's teeth and let it tangle, fight for dominance. He pulled away, but without leaving a soft nip to that sleek bottom lip. He pulled away, backed off several feet, then caught his breath. Once he was calmed and silent once more, he moved to snatch up the crop. After issuing a single sharp smack, he set it down and simply stood, waiting for the anticipation to drive Tao out of his mind.

Deciding he'd been patient enough, he moved to once more complete the pattern. Pouring lubricant over his palm and fingers, he wrapped his hand slowly... one finger at a time, then the palm, around Tao's shaft. This time he started from below and moved up... slowly... slowly... millimetres at a time. He gave special attention to the ridge of Tao's tip, rounding it with the utmost care. And when he'd reached the tip, he removed his hand and replaced its warmth with his tongue. Just his tongue, teasing the slit of Tao's , enjoying the salty sting of precum. He chuckled lowly again, enjoying his game more than he probably should... and just when Tao was begging for more, he was wiping his hand on the towel again. Looking at the clock told him that they'd only been at it two hours. 'Now, now... we can do better than that.'

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) The desperation of Tao's restricted movements made Kris smirk deeper. He knew how terrible it was to be denied pleasure... but he wasn't without mercy. He'd show Tao a little leniance toward his... indiscretions. He demanded patience, but not verbally. No. He chose to keep this fauree mostly silent. Something about the soft breaths around the obstruction in Tao's mouth and the heavily-limited writhing was... ugh. He picked up the crop as silently as he could and he stood back away from the bed. He hardly even breathed, for he didn't want Tao to get the idea that he was worked up... even though he was so very overwhelmed by the desire to simply rail Tao as hard and as fast as he could for as long as his body would allow him to.

He moved slowly to Tao's left side and leaned down to breathe just and inch from the shell of his ear. He adored the black steel piercings that spanned from his lobe and up the cartilege. He issued a gentle nip to a bit of skin without metal in it, then drew back. Once he was at the perfect angle to watch Tao's expressions, he flicked the crop just firmly enough against Tao's thigh to shock him but not nearly enough to leave a red mark. It was just a warm up strike- just to let him know that there was more coming. Kris allowed his fingertips to trail teasingly over the ropes that spanned intricately down that finely-muscled torso and stopped at the loops that neared Tao's .

"I've never felt like this for anyone before," he muttered softly- possibly not even loud enough for Tao to hear. He didn't care if his pet heard or not, for he intended to express the same feeling many times over. "I never want to hurt you, but-" He then snapped the crop just slightly harder on the inner thigh in a spot where the ropes parted to expose flawless flesh. He shivered at the reaction he received and he couldn't resist doing it again at the same level of force. It was barely enough to leave a red mark and certainly nowhere hard enough to welt. He knew control. He knew patience. He knew mercy, but... he also loved to delay the pleasure that would eventually leave Tao mindless. stupid. He couldn't wait to see those eyes fall shut for the evening, knowing full well that he'd spent the entire day just pleasing his... lover? Were they at that point? He wanted nothing more than to ask, but... he would clarify later. For now, all he had planned was methodical torture with postponed pleasure.

He set the crop down and picked up the lube to lightly coat his right hand. Once he'd ensured that his hand was adequately moistened, he wrapped his fingers slowly around Tao's erect - one finger at a time and then his palm. Moving as slowly as he possibly could, he moved his hand from the very tip, pink and soft, and down the shaft- a darker tint but still pleasant to the eye. He took his time grazing over the widest part of the head, letting his fingers linger as long as possible. He smirked at the feeling of Tao growing harder beneath his touch. He reveled in every vein, every crease of the skin, every single centimeter of that .. he was surprised by how large he was, really... and he thought that the next time they ed, he'd see how willing Tao would be to top him. Just that thought had his lowly.

After reaching the base of that masterpiece of a , he paused to revel in the intense heartbeat that he felt pulsing in the arteries of Tao's pelvis. Then he slowly, torturously worked his way back up. He only repeated this once before slowly removing one finger at a time until he was able to pull completely away. He'd given Tao a little pleasure... now it was time to watch him writhe. He couldn't wait to see how wild Tao would grow with every time he chose to do this. He had tossed his used towel to drape over the side of the laundry hamper the night before and used this to wipe the lube from his fingers. As he cleaned his hand, he watched Tao suffer... and couldn't resist stroking himself a bit. It was simply too delicious to resist.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Yifan actually laughed at Tao's quirky reasoning behind the safe word. He had to admit that he'd never really used a safe word. Most of the he'd ever had was... well... less than consensual. Perhaps that's why he was being so careful now. He wanted Tao to know that he wanted him around or more than just . He was interested in actually getting to know this human, in treating him like a god. He wasn't stellar at the whole 'romance' thing... or the friendship thing or... well, anything that involved his partner being alive for more than a few hours. This was new. Novel. Exciting.

Like feathers settling gently on a calm pond and causing ripples out to the shore, those two simple words made Kris feel so... at peace. complete. He couldn't help but hold Tao's foot a little tighter and press a firm kiss on the top of it. He wasn't going to cry. No. No tears. Nope. But he was going to make Tao feel loved.

Using slow, deliberate motions since he was still very new at the art of shibari, he began to use simple loops to wind the length of rope up Tao's calf in a way that the majority of the flesh there was clad in grey lavender, then switch tactics at the knee and leave more skin exposed. As he made every knot and loop, he ensured that nothing was too tight and that nothing was bound to shift dramatically. Then he reached those slender hips. He literally moaned at the mere sight of skin stretched tight over sharp bones.He wasn't ready to attend to them yet, have a whole leg to pamper.

But he didn't have a vast collection of rope, and he'd need to be mindful of how much length he gave to the second leg. He settled for binding Tao's chest first and then using the excess to wind down that long, slim leg and creating an anchoring knot at the ankle. As he began his work of Tao's torso, he ordered that he sit upright. Then he began his work creating a heart-shaped harness, admiring how Tao's pale skin practically shone with how smooth it was. He paused in his binding and let his trembling hands run fleeting touches over those prominent ribs. He drew a single short finger nail along the midline from bone to sternum to navel and he sighed audibly.

", Tao. I can't even believe how beautiful you are." Then he hurriedly finished the harness of dark purple rope and created knots from his hip to toes... and then that rope was out. He had one last set that he was going to use for Tao's throat and arms, and when he reached for it, he couldn't help but think aloud. "I wonder how much more fun we'd have with more rope." He looked up to imagine hooks hung in the ceiling for suspension rigs. He'd been doing plenty of research on them and... gods. He couldn't wait to experience that.

When he stepped back to the bed and moved to straddle Tao's hips, he reveled in the very obvious need of the man beneath him. But he wasn't ready. He started with Tao's throat, tying a nice, easily removed knot at the collar's hook. Then he wound the rope in intricate knots from shoulders to fingertips. And then he attached the ends to the anchors that would permanently spread Tao's limbs wide. When finally, FINALLY he was done, he stepped back to admire his work. He released a shuddering breath.

"Beautiful. Simply stunning." He moved to snap a picture so that Tao may see later how absolutely divine he looked. Then he sat on the mattress beside Tao and grabbed the blindfold. "You tell me if you need this off." Then he slipped it over Tao's dark eyes that reminded him of a starry night sky. "Open your mouth," he ordered, though in a soft tone. He slipped the ball gag between Tao's teeth and moaned. He couldn't have imagined something this dirty. with the lube and crop set aside, Kris began the slow and methodical teasing.

He straddled Tao's waist but didn't touch him; remained hovering closely enough that their stomachs would touch if either took a deep breath. He began to breathe softly- intentionally- against Tao's neck. his ears. collarbones. Knowing that every touch would be a surprise to the blindfolded submissive, he gave a give grazing tweak with his tongue to the first . He went back to feathering breaths over chill-blazed skin. He smirked while giving the second a gentle twist.

'I could do this all day.' And he intended to. He'd keep Tao on his toes for hours, and when Tao thought he was done- that the activities were over... he'd be shocked to learn they were just beginning.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) With hands full of toys to play with and arm draped over with a few lengths of special binding rope for the art of shibari, Kris returned to the bed and laid them all out on the comforter. He was pleased that the bed was still straight, for that would be even more conducive to his goals. He smiled at Tao and tousled the soft black hair.

"Impatient much? Fine." He started to unwind the rope, looking Tao dead in the eyes the entire time. "Strip then. Go on, I'm not stopping you." His smirk deepened and he was sure that Tao was not pleased with his willingness to give in without protest. He knew the bratty type because... well, he was a brat. And he'd be damned if he let Tao out-sass him. He was feeling too damn good to be mean.

"? Finally. Lay down right there. Good boy." Kris had a few separate sets of ropes- one of which was for the legs beneath the bed; the second was for tying those initial anchors and the... well... the true masterpiece together. He finished tying the ropes to the legs of the bed, then held one rope stretched between both hands. He smiled a little too sweetly. "I see you've made yourself comfortable. Oh, and thanks for the show. I'll be sure to reward you handsomely. Now, spread your legs a bit. Yep, there you go." He moved to stand between those bare thighs and he heaved a single sigh of bliss.

"First things first. Our safe word. What shall it be?" As he waited for Tao's response, he knelt down and began to litter gentle kisses over Tao's thighs. It was... quite a novel experience for Kris. He'd always HAD these fantasies, but never had he actually been given the chance to act on them. He was practically humming with excitement. He let those soft pecks trail up from thighs, to sharp hipbones; to the graceful pane of skin between and navel; to every rib that was visible beneath alabaster skin; to each pectoral muscle in turn, pausing just brief to tease either with his tongue.

He finally gave warm, deeper kisses to Tao's sultry neck, the shell of his ear, the edge of a blade-like jawbone and finally his lips. Before he could get too involved with the taste of Tao's tongue, he pulled away and held the rope taught. He began by gently caressing Tao's ankle and wrapping the rope- soft as silk -around his foot. With the first anchoring knot in place, he paused and looked up to Tao.

"You're absolutely certain you want to go on? You remember the safe word?"

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) An absolutely pleased moan poured from his open mouth, and even though his eyes were still blinded by his sheltering elbow, he could clearly see in his mind's eye was Tao was doing. He knew those eyes were rolling, that the lazy smile was pulled into a smirk. He groaned again in response to Tao's.. er... command. He wasn't used to anyone telling him what to do when it came to work, let alone . His leg trembled and he couldn't help but to steady it with a grip from his free hand.

He was completely startled by the clawing sensation, and wouldn't have been able to repress the yelp if he'd wanted to and tried. His chest rose in a quivering breath when his skin was left tingling in the wake of those fierce nails. It was all so sinful and y, and even just a simple from Tao was better than any other he'd had the fortune of experiencing before. The only downside was that nothing would probably be this good ever again. His ears perked up to Tao's sultry voice and he moaned again, this time just from the suggestion of those words. He could hardly believe the airtight grip Tao had on him.

"Fantasy? Ugh, god damn... this is close enough," he breathed. "But I'm sure we could do better." He gulped hard and whetted his lips. "You do realize I have an entire torture chamber at my disposal? Chains and whips and blades? Blindfolds and... ." He sat up and finally look at the ty pet who'd so rudely awakened him. "I have Shibari rope I've never had the chance to break in. You stay here." And quickly, clumsily, he tucked his rock-hard back into his pants and shuffled around to find what he was seeking.

Rope. Lube. Blindfold. Ball gag. Crop. Imagination.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Sleep was going so well. His dreams were tolerable to the point of not remembering a single one. Usually they were pretty dark and disturbing, and he was surprised that they weren't even worse after such an eventful day. Alas, when he awoke at three in the morning, he felt surprisingly refreshed for having only slept four hours. He realized that he had to take a piss, and so he opened his eyes to the pitch blackness of his underground room. After blinking rapidly, he yawned a long and wide yawn and rolled to his left to stand up out of bed. He was stopped very abruptly by the sensation of warm, smooth flesh against his arm.

Then remembered. Oh, yes. There was a y man in his bed. a c o n s e n t i n g man in his bed. who wasn't chained up. Kris gave a little shudder- partially because he couldn't forget the image of Tao's incredible ... but also because he recalled the tearful sobbing. He shook his head slowly and then carefully climbed out over the sleeping beauty. He was thankful that the mattress was memory foam, and that the other wasn't disturbed in the slightest. After finishing his business and haphazardly washing his hands, he climbed back onto the bed and slumped into place with a sigh. His eyes, having adjusted fairly well to the darkness that he'd become so accustomed to, fell upon Tao's back.

Even though he was currently sporting a wife-beater identical to the one Kris was wearing- out of modesty and nothing else- Kris could remember what that flesh looked and felt like. He groaned through closed lips and rolled onto his back with his elbow flung over his eyes. It was hard not to think about how sensual the pet was... but he intentionally counted each breath in and out and soon he fell asleep.

When next he rose, it was with a short gasp and a jolting motion. His mouth was dry and his throat was tight, but that wasn't the strangest of it. His , while usually somewhat hard in the morning, was standing upright and was most definitely not clad in the pants that were wrapped around his thighs. He moaned and blinked away shock while carefully sitting up- cautious enough not to break his off in whatever hold was upon it.

"T-Tao," he croaked, staring down with wide eyes at the pet. He noted the collar immediately and shook his head vigorously. "Nnggg, you shouldn't be doing this." His elbows, which he'd propped himself up on, wobbled and he fell to his back on the mattress again. "I t-told you I don't want you to do these things for me." Oh, but he enjoyed it thoroughly. His entire body was tense and trembling and usually a would give him little more pleasure than a brief shoulder rub, but this... this was Tao. and it was a surprise, a fact that just set his nerves ablaze. "," he whispered, tossing his head to one side and covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow. While he didn't want Tao to feel like he was being forced to do this... he also didn't want the bliss to end.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Was it just the steam? or was it getting r e a l l y hot in that bathroom? Kris drew a deep, cleansing breath and closed his eyes. He attempted to think of every uny thing that he'd stashed in his brain, desperate to remain grounded and prevent his head (either head, in fact) from floating into the clouds. Baseball and football- those things weren't y, right? Nothing y about men excessively chewing gum and spitting over their shoulder, wearing baseball caps and tight pants, running and skidding through dirt to get a home run... ugh... That wasn't working. And even if it had, his efforts would have been in vain for Tao turned his back to Kris and wiggled a bit.

Kris exhaled sharply, sticking his rump out to avoid his temporarily-flaccid being graze by that fine, perky . With a quick cough to clear his throat, he agreed and pumped the Bearglove body wash into his own palm. If the hot water wasn't there to wash away his sins, he'd have been sweating. He trembled, but was it from restraint or fear? It didn't matter. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he rubbed his palms to create suds, then hesitantly placed his hand on Tao's wet skin.

He should've known how electric the touch would be. He was woefully unprepared, and instantly he was aroused. But he moved quickly to avoid... well... whatever it was he was afraid of. He rubbed circles on Tao's back form the tops of his shoulders and around his sharp shoulder blades, down his sides and to the boundary of that supple, tantalizing .... He quickly pulled his hands away as if he'd been shocked, and rinsed both palms of soap before turning away from the... scene.

"I-I'm done. I'll see you in the room, uh... take your time." His cheeks burned bright red and his body was HOT. at half-mast he tried to think of something less y than baseball. Bell-bottoms, afros and hairy chests came to mind. Cringeworthy staches and overflowing machismo and freaky-deaky tie-die. Finally his chub was limp again and he could breathe easier. By the time Tao had finished, Kris was lying face-down on the bed, face resting on his elbows. He gave Tao a cursory glance, then deciding it was too exhausting to force down another blooming , he closed his eyes.

"I'm tired," he mumbled. "Good night, Tao." He had left plenty of room on the queen-sized, extra-long mattress and a loose corner of the covers so that if he got cold, Tao may wriggle beneath them. Kris was rarely cold at night. In fact, most times he'd sleep in only boxers. But with Tao there... he was determined to remain chaste. He wore baggy black pajama pants and a black wife-beater and was already too warm for comfort... but it was a price he was willing to pay. With any notions of suicide thoroughly brushed away by the effort of keeping his in his pants, Kris fell fast asleep.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Sleek and smooth like velvet, and exotic like bitter spices, rum and incense smoke. That's what Tao reminded Kris of. His eyes were pure black and sharp like obsidian, his lips, smooth as petals... He was simply stunning. And Kris felt that any person in the world would be lucky to even grace his presence. Allowing the hot water to cascade down his curves, he relaxed each muscle one at a time. Hands, arms, shoulders, neck-

"Krissus!" He gasped when Tao's voice startled him very suddenly and caused him to jump. "He promptly stepped aside for Tao to have the hot water, and stared blatantly when the other's bubbly was very much... exposed. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze. "Uh... Shampoo, conditioner and body wash are here. Sorry I don't have any extra loofah... But... I guess you can use mine?"

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) With tremendous effort, Kris hauled himself to his feet. He hated sitting on the ground most times because he was so damn tall that it was just so much work to get up again. But eventually he was balanced and standing upright, stretching his legs, twisting his back and letting his sore limbs readjust to normal positions. He Watched Tao stand up so gracefully and admired how the man could move like that. But he turned his gaze away and sighed. He was still palpably depressed. It wasn't something that just went away.

"Hmm?" His brow shot up abruptly when Tao asked to sleep with Kris, and for a second he was tempted to laugh, but he realized quickly that Tao wasn't kidding around. He was serious. Kris's gaze lingered on his shoes and he was tempted to say no- to tell Tao that he didn't want to be anywhere near him, but... but that was a lie. He wanted to be close to the one he now called his pet, wanted to feel his heartbeat and listen to him breathe. But what he didn't want was for Tao to feel obligated to do his 'job.'

"Well... I guess... it's probably fine, then." He mumbled just clearly enough for Tao to understand that he was agreeing to let him sleep in his bed. But he wasn't exactly... comfortable about it. He felt guilty, like Tao was doing this because he felt he had to. He began walking toward the Inagawa-kai mansion, only looking once to be sure that Tao was walking alongside him. He didn't have the energy to speak or to look around. He knew the trip back home well enough, and so he watched the ground and the way the concrete glistened under the streetlights. When they reached home, he descended the basement steps and held open the door for Tao enter. Then the second door, and when he reached his bedroom, he unceremoniously removed his long-sleeved button-up which was undoubtedly torn in the struggle, and tossed it somewhere near the hamper before falling backward onto his bed.

He sighed in relief and closed his eyes, just resting long enough to muster up the energy to take a shower. He was sweaty, itchy, covered in dirt, and he had scrapes on his ribs, chin and arms from the brief hassle with Tao on the tracks. After a few minutes of lying silently on his bed, listening to faint footsteps overhead and the stubborn ringing in his ears from the deafening train horn, he sat up and looked around for his pajamas. The sound of a sigh behind him reminded Kris that he wasn't alone- that there was someone else he had to consider. So he tossed the worn pj's into the basket, then rummaged through his dresser drawers to find two sets of long pajama pants- both with drawstrings.

Without ensuring that Tao was even remotely paying attention, he set the pajamas on the bed beside his new pet, and headed toward the bathroom. There were spare towels folded neatly on a shelf that was bolted to the wall behind the toilet, and he assumed that Tao would know what to do with them. There wasn't a door on his bathroom, since it was a waste of space, and the bedroom door being closed was private enough for him. The rainglass door of the shower began to fog up almost immediately when he turned the water on, and while he waited for the pressure to regulate, he removed his remaining clothes, heaved a tired sigh and leaned against the wall.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) He felt stupid and silly, like a heartbroken little girl. His eyes were still pouring hot tears down his dirt-streaked face and he was still sniffling like a child. His stomach ached from crying and his shoulders were stiff from the position he'd been stubbornly holding. Then Tao just had to go and speak, and that started the waterworks anew. He futilely pawed at his cheeks, which were just smudged with dust and now mud, since the salt water was wetting his skin. But he couldn't help but to admit that... what Tao was saying made him feel better.

Perhaps he was right. Maybe Kris's mistake wasn't as irreversible as he thought. Even though he personally had never forgiven anyone in his lifetime, it was a human thing to do, wasn't it? Tao seemed to be better equipped, emotionally, and far wiser than Kris. After all, he was a heartless, cold-blooded killer. He killed every person that he'd ever considered apologizing to. When Tao's voice choked in his throat, Kris had to turn his eyes upward and blink rapidly to stop those pesky tears from blinding him again.

The gentle contact of Tao's fingers on his leg made him shudder, for he wasn't expecting him to just... to just be comfortable touching him. After all, he had ed up royally and... and... what was it Tao was saying about forgiving? Maybe... he should try forgiving himself? The notion was laughable but he didn't have the time to chuckle about it. No, he was far too preoccupied when he felt those sultry lips press against his.

He could have melted right then and there. The ground could have claimed him and he'd have been perfectly content. When Tao, his pet, pulled away, Kris couldn't help but to wish that the kiss would last longer. The tingling of a pure kiss like that lingered on his lips and his fingers raised to cover them. He was shocked. in a good way. But he couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say. He was trying not to dwell on the fact that he'd ed up in the first place, but then he had tried to reconcile by ing up a second time. He sighed softly, his lungs exhausted from weeping for so long.

It seemed like an hour silently sifted by before he opened his mouth to say anything. His head was heavy and his body was stiff and he felt that he didn't have the energy to spare on talking. But there was something he felt he needed to say and there was no better time for him to say it.

"I'm sorry, Tao. I really, truly am. I am exceptionally bad at this whole... relationship thing. The longest relationship I've ever held is with San, and that's because we never speak outside of him telling me who to kill. So... I know that I'm going to mess this up. But..." He cringed, remembering that Tao told him to stop beating himself up. He didn't really know how to do that. "I'll... try." He reached tentatively to touch Tao's hand, but as their fingers grazed, he pulled away. "I think we'd better head back to the mansion."

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Disbelief caused Kris to bite his lip. With eyes still shut, he shook his head slowly. His lip quivered and his hands curled into fists. He had to look away. Tao's crying was... well, it hurt. It hurt him to see that he caused yet more pain to someone-- in fact, the only person he'd ever cared about for as long as he could remember.

"You... but how...?" His voice was small and broken, his mind still reeling from being so close to solace and then being ripped away from his chance to end it all. His breaths wavered and he felt that he just might pass out. But what Tao said kept him intrigued. He attempted to turn around but all that he could manage was to slightly crane his neck in the other's direction. "I've wanted to... to end it... for so long. I never saw a reason to live before, and then I thought... just maybe.. that I could be happy." A sardonic, tear-filled excuse for a laugh caused him to wipe his face and bury his forehead in his knees once more. His words were muffled when he said, "but I hurt you. again. and I can't live with that."

He wanted to rise to his feet and start walking home, but his legs still trembled from the shock and from weeping so much. He wanted to leave the train and Tao behind and to lie down in the darkness of his room. Maybe Tao would get tired of waiting behind him, obviously with no resolution in sight, and leave. There would be another train, that much was for sure. His question to himself was if he still had the courage to try again. Now, he wasn't so sure.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) The single beep that meant the call had disconnected was the last thing that Kris had cared enough to hear. His eyes still closed, but tears now leaked from between his lids, he imagined Tao's face. That smooth, wispy black hair; the slant of sleek eyes; the unique curve of his nose and the cupid's bow lips... those faggy piercings, too. Kris wouldn't have the chance to miss them. How could he, when he'd never been able to appreciate them?

The tracks had begun to vibrate with the sheer mass of the train racing closer. It was... soothing, in a way. It seemed to be rocking him to sleep. And that was definitely preferable to being awake through the ordeal. He counted each breath as his chest rose and fell- a surefire way to get himself to sleep. His heart wasn't pounding and his palms weren't sweating, and while that amazed him, he wasn't about to question his good fortune. HE simply let himself be lulled to sleep so that his meeting with death was less... jarring.

His peaceful slumber was interrupted quite rudely by a pair of long-nailed hands pulling at him. He grunted in pain when the sharp rocks that covered the ground stabbed into his bare elbows and exposed ribs and chin. He gasped and panted in shock, heart finally racing faster than the train that was currently passing them by. He looked up above his head at the machine that had failed to take his life and he knew that it wasn't the fault of the train conductor- nor was it his own doing that had... once again... saved his miserable life.

Angry, disappointed tears burned his eyes and trickled down his temples into his ears. He was so close... SO CLOSE. And now it was ruined. He knew he'd never be that accepting of his fate again. That the next time it would be more nerve-wracking. But he couldn't get mad at Tao for he felt pulled punches raining down on his pecs and ribs, and tears soaking his black button-up shirt. Tao's sniffling was pitiful, and though he wasn't usually a sympathy crier, he was still depressed. upset. he couldn't help but to silently join in the tear-fest.

But soon enough he pushed Tao off of him and he sat upright, turning on his rear and tucking his knees close to his chest. He buried his face in the denim of his jeans and wept, knowing that he'd live to hurt someone another day. that his plans- his acceptance.. they were all for nothing. He was going to have to pay for the hassle with San and he wasn't ready for that either. But what most hurt him, what had him sobbing into his folded arms, was that he had hurt Tao and gotten away with it. Again.

"God DAMN it, Tao!" He gave an angry, helpless punch to the rocks at his side. "Do you see what you've done!?" He gripped his hair tightly and gasped for air. His lungs burned from crying so profusely. He knew that it wasn't nearly as much suffering as he deserved.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) The walk back to the track was a lot different. He wasn't angry this time or thinking about why he wasn't wrong. He was serious, this time. The sun was slowly falling to the westernmost horizon, but nowhere near setting. It was only three in the afternoon. The air wasn't too hot, since it was still early summer. He wasn't usually fond of the hottest months... but he supposed that he wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

He moved as if in a trance. His body was mostly numb. He glided along the sidewalk easily, one foot in front of the other until he crossed the street to reach the depot once more. His ears were ringing. He couldn't hear the dialogue exchanged between himself and Tao anymore because the stubborn sound of white noise had drowned it out. His eyes saw just enough of the world around him to point him toward the desired place. When he finally reached the switch in the tracks, the entire universe seemed to slow down.

The gravel crunching beneath his shoes was deafening. The sound of traffic behind him was like background music. Each breath in and out echoed in his skull. He was surprisingly calm... considering what was about to happen. He was no stranger to gore. Blood was something he'd come to know as familiar and comforting. He'd played this scene out before in the darkest hours of the night when life just seemed like too much. He knew how it was going to look. He moved to assume his final resting position.

Neck draped over the rails, head hanging over the wood slats, he was certain that he'd be killed quickly, and painlessly. He'd fantasized about this before. The first wheels of the train- considering it was going fast enough -would crush his windpipe and tear his head from shoulders. It would be over in the blink of an eye. He stared up at the sky for a few long moments, then closed his eyes. He was ready. The train was nowhere near yet, but he was prepared. He'd said his goodbyes.

But then his damned phone rang. He knew he should've left it home. What had made him change his mind? He opened his eyes and slowly lifted the device to his ear, answering it by swiping from left to right. He didn't speak. didn't ask who it was. He knew. The other's voice was small. afraid. Kris couldn't bring himself to feel bad. In fact, he couldn't feel anything.

"Kris? Where are you? Come back, please... I'm sorry." He closed his eyes again and just listened to Tao breathe. He didn't have anything to say to the pet, and so he settled for resting his phone against the rail where his neck was lying. Tao was saying something, he guessed, but he couldn't hear it. Everything else was drowned out by the approach of the train. It was still quite a ways down the tracks- it would take several agonizingly long minutes to arrive. But he couldn't be distracted now. Soon, very soon, it would be over.

"Good bye," he whispered. He knew that Tao would hear him. Knew that for some reason he'd cared enough to call. But this time, he was serious. Nothing was going to stop him. He'd no longer be a blight on the earth, no longer hurt anyone else, or himself. He knew he wasn't going to heaven, that much was sure. But where would he go if he didn't believe that Hell existed? He shuddered to know that he'd only find out after it all went dark.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Ah, yes. The matter of consent. That was something Kris had never been good at. He wasn't taught about it- wasn't ever given a choice in his own... encounters... and so he never saw why it was a big deal. If he saw something or someone he wanted, he took it. He wasn't living to make friends. He was living to be happy, and if it so pleased him his happiness would come at the cost of others'. At least... that was his motto before. Before he met Tao he had no thoughts of compassion or empathy. He was certain that he'd never make a friend before he ended of killing himself or being killed.

That's why his chest was aching now. His heart had most definitely broken, and there was nobody to blame but himself. He wasn't going to pretend that there was an outside force that ed him over... no, this was all on him. He'd been the only one to fall for Tao and the only one to hurt and betray him. At first when he was toying with the idea of making Tao exclusively HIS pet, he couldn't see anything wrong with the idea. In fact, he thought it was in Tao's best interest that he do it. After all, if Tao wasn't forced to around strangers-- people who didn't care one way or another about his well-being-- wasn't he better off? Now he realized where his logic was flawed. He didn't ask Tao was HE wanted.

Maybe it was that Tao LIKED to around. Perhaps he really got some sort of fulfillment out of being railed by strangers. But... Kris couldn't understand why that would be true. He was too self-centered to know why Tao could feel like that. But he knew in that moment when he was standing alone in the middle of the room, tears silently falling to the floor, that he had hurt Tao and that was a fatal mistake. He groaned aloud and buried his face in both hands again, this time to muffle his weeping and catch his tears.

'Perhaps it was better for me to just.. to just wait for the train.' It wasn't too late. He could still... well... he might. But for now, he was content with sobbing into his empty room. After several long minutes of crying himself sick, he moved to fetch a lined piece of paper, a pen, and some hard surface to write on. He had to apologize. He had to beg for Tao's forgiveness... and he had to let his boss know that he'd soon be in need of a new executioner. So he wrote slowly, carefully wording his suicide note so that he couldn't hurt Tao any more. Once he'd penned it, he folded both papers in half. One with Tao's name written in bold print, and the second with San's. Then he grabbed his cell phone and a bottle of water, and began his trek to the train depot once more, this time sure that the best thing for him- the best thing for everyone else in the world- was to just leave.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) When Tao opened both the outer basement door and his bedroom door, Kris held his breath. He didn't want to see Tao because if he did, he was sure that his chest would start to ache again. He sighed heavily, loudly,so that Tao may understand his desire for solitude. But no, Tao barged right in and snapped at Kris. He opened his mouth to argue, to claim that he just needed to cool down. But then he did literally the exact opposite. His face flushed hot when he was suddenly straddled and his lips were taken ferociously by Tao. His eyes flew wide open at first, then they closed to better experience the bliss. But quickly the bliss turned to sadness and he couldn't help but let a frustrated tear leak down his temple.

"No, Tao. Not like this." He sat up and pushed Tao off as carefully as he could. He stood up from the bed and paced to the other side of the room, facing away from the man he'd been agonizing over for days now. He wrapped his arms around himself and sighed yet again. He thought, 'if I don't stop sighing I'm going to pass out.' His shoulders tensed and he muttered, though his throat was tight with pent up anger and dammed up tears. "You don't understand. You're different to me. You're special. And it just pisses me off that you have no choice but to- to yourself out!" He ran both hands through his already messy hair and groaned. "I can't stand it, Tao. You mean more to me than anyone, and it's dumb! I literally never asked for this!"

Placing both palms down on the surface of his dresser, he leaned against it and let his head droop. "I need time to think about this. I'm so confused, for no apparent reason. I don't know why I feel like this, but what I do is that I don't like it." He Tao and begged with his eyes for the other to say something or leave. Before Tao could even open his mouth to speak, Kris blurted out, "I've told the boss that you're my pet now. Nobody else's. And if that means making you hate me, I can live with that. I just don't want anyone else..." He shook his head and let his tearful, glaring gaze fall to the floor. The sooner Tao would leave him to angry cry, the better he'd feel.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) With an angry sigh, Kris drew one knee up against his chest and leaned his chin on it. He wrapped both arms around his bent leg and thought of how best to explain himself. His time by the tracks gave him the right idea of what his issue was, and yet he still wasn't sure how to calmly, kindly explain why he'd been so pissed off. He was jealous, that much was for sure, and he had plans to claim Tao as his own personal pet so that nobody else could use him like a and then discard him. But how did he say that without sounding like a ?

"It's not... ugh.. I don't even know, Tao. Dammit." He pressed the heels of his palms into his eye sockets and sighed once more. He was sure that he sounded like a forlorn teenager, but he couldn't really do anything about it because he was so socially inept. "I don't like the thought of other people... you know... ing around with you," he muttered just loud enough to be heard through the door. He clenched his jaw so hard that he thought his teeth might crack while he formulated the next words into a coherent sentence. "I'm a jealous, territorial . And I need you to be mine. Only mine. And so that's what's ing wrong." He stood up and angrily stormed away from the outer door of his basement sanctuary and into his own room, where he shut the door loudly and flopped backward onto his untidy bed.

"There. i said it. Now what?" He asked no one in particular, but hoped that anyone who was listening would give him a hint on what to do next.

@Jung Yunho♙ Kris sighed in feigned annoyance. He was actually enjoying Yunho's confused discomfort profoundly, but he didn't want to coddle the man. He wanted Yunho to know that Kris was serious. He would genuinely hurt Yunho if he didn't cooperate- but he hoped that he could manipulate the man into submitting without ever raising a fist. He moved closer and flipped his pocketknife from his waistband. He switched the blade open and gripped Yunho's shirt, slicing clean through the material from the bottom and all the way to his collar. He roughly pulled the shirt away from Yunho's body and it fell to the floor unceremoniously. He stepped back and put the knife away. His eyes were even darker- even more full of hunger now that he saw how well-sculpted Yunho's torso was. He could've taken the tattoo artist right then, but he chose to be a little patient.

"There. I've given you a helping hand. Now you'd betteer hurry with those pants.. you don't want me to get impatient, I assure you." He tapped his foot noisily, hoping that his audible clues would pressure Yunho into dropping his pants and underwear. As he waited, he opened the manacles and laid the chains out carefully. A sick grin was chiseled into his features the entire time. He could hardly wait to see his new toy posed in this device. It was almost too tempting for him to wait.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) After shutting and locking the door behind himself, he slid down its face to the floor, where he let his long legs sprawl for miles in front of him. He sighed in exasperation and double-facepalmed, letting his beet-red forehead rest in both hands. 'Oh my god, I'm an idiot,' he mentally groaned. 'You had a chance to apologize and you blew it! And now you've got to tell him that you're sorry and that he's your pet and you don't even know if he'll ever speak to you again.' But just as he began to mourn their relationship that was doomed before it ever started, there was an erratic knock on the door.

"Kris, what the ! Open up, what's going on?" It was Tao, of course. He was probably annoyed that Kris had run him over and not even bothered to apologize for that- let alone everything else. Kris sighed and let his arms fall to his sides. He bunted the back of his head against the door and let it sit there as he listened for Tao to leave. When there was no noises that indicated that the ravenette was leaving, Kris spoke loudly enough to be heard through the closed door.

"I'm sorry, Tao. I can't speak to you right now. I just... I feel like I've ed up and I just need to be alone." While this was true, he hoped that Tao wasn't going to leave. He hoped that Tao would insist that they talk. But he wasn't going to say that. He was too proud. Too embarrassed. So he closed his eyes and shook his head at his bad decisions. Why couldn't he just be a normal person?

@Wu Yifan☬(稲川会) A gasp elicited from Yunho's mouth when his wrist was snatched and held onto firmly. Discomfort immediately forming as his onyx orbs widened with much more terror than before. He couldn't look at the man that Kris was torturing, there was no way. Though morbid curiosity urged the artist to even take a peek at the other one who was held against his will. Yunho unwillingly followed Kris - not wanting to upset him - and saw the man who'd been stretched in various directions. His mouth falling agape at the sight just in front of him, helplessly staring at the man. "I-" words caught up in his throat as they walked past, Yun barely being able to shift his gaze away.

Only snapping back into reality when he was shoved roughly into the room and on the ground. Confused spheres darting around the room in a panic, Kris wasn't wrong about the room being a lot more spacious than his previous one. Yun's heart now pounding like a drum in his chest as he gazed back at the latter. Watching as Kris tightly locked up the door and turned to the artist with an expression he never saw before. The dark unwavering piercing stare he'd been given caused a chill to run down Yunho's spine. "Y-you... want me to what?" He questioned in disbelief, a distinct shaking noticeable in his tone. The request for him to remove his clothes leaving him in a slight state of shock and confusion.

@Jung Yunho♙ "The room? Oh, it's not far. Just down this hallway. It's the only room in here, besides this spacious gathering area." He was sarcastic, but no more than usual. "Here, my dear, you'll see someone who crossed me. Just to the right there." While it wasn't the entire truth, it wasn't a lie either. Whoever crossed the boss was immediately on Kris's -list. The man on the rack was struggling to keep his limbs in their sockets, while the tension on the chains made that quite impossible indeed. He gripped Yunho's wrist tightly- tight enough to keep him from running off or hesitating, but not tight enough to break anything. He'd be lucky if bruises were all he received.

"This way." The placement of the rack made it so that Yunho and Kris had to walk just past the suffering human before entering Kris's room. He shoved Yunho to the floor once they crossed the threshold and turned to lock the door. He kept the key on a sturdy chain around his neck, so that if Yunho stole it, he'd know pretty instantly. He gestured to the king-sized bed and smirked. His eyes were dark and cold, hungry and never sated. "We have so much fun ahead of us, Yun... sweet, beautiful baby. Now how 'bout you make it easy on yourself and take those pesky clothes off?"

@Wu Yifan☬(稲川会) Shortly after finishing off the cereal, Yunho placed the bowl - along with the spoon - back onto the tray. Sounds from just down the hall perking his interest as he decided to try and check it out. Face pressed against the cool, steel bars of the cell; straining to see what was going on. The only sounds he could make out were some agonizing shouts and Kris' voice but it wasn't anything Yunho could hear properly. Deciding to mind his own business Yun moved away from the cell door and plopped back onto his bed made of cushions. Shaky hands covering his ears hoping to prevent the screams from ticking away at his sanity. He hadn't been in the dungeon for long but he knew if he heard people being tortured he would slowly slip into madness.

It wasn't long after Yunho decided to try and block out the sounds that Kris appeared before him once more. Fear slowly seeping into the man's expression as he removed his hands from his ears. The soft smile and unenthused mixed expression causing Yunho to feel uneasy. When beckoned he hesitantly stood from the cushion he'd rested on and trudged closer to Kris who opened the cell door. He wasn't sure how to feel about going with the latter since the screams of the man made it hard for Yunho to think straight. "W-where is my new room?" he asked, somewhat glad about not having to be stuck in the cell but frantically worrying about where his new room was going to be.

@Jung Yunho♙ Among enjoying himself with various other... er... playthings, Kris had a job to do. It just happened to be that he was brought a rat- a rather pesky rat who had listened in to places he most definitely should not have been- as in, the boss's private quarters. This was simply suicide! The only Yakuza boss more paranoid was Yoongi, and that was certainly saying something. Allegedly, the spy had been hiding in San's walk-in closet, in a corner where he should have gone unnoticed. It was unfortunate for that man that San's entire wardrobe was heavily perfurmed, and that he sneezed at just the wrong time. Or, was it the right time?

Kris was gleeful for this new opportunity to get his hands on the spy of a lesser gang- one of the thug groups that wanted some juicy blackmail- or something. Judging by the man's only weapon- a handgun with no silencer, he was sent in to listen and nothing more. It's a shame for him that he was too close. When he was brought struggling and shouting to the basement, Kris ordered that he be put on the rack. This wasn't his personal favorite, but he had ulterior motives in mind for using this. The rack was a raather large apparatus that was visible from all corners of the room, except for the cells, of course, in their own dark hallway.

After the unnamed thug was cuffed into the device, Kris instantly wound the tension up farther than he usually would have. But he was going for show, not for practicality. He needed Yunho, his darling Yunho, to understand how hopeless his own predicament was, and how he'd be best off to obey without a fight. While Kris didn't want to permanently disable, disfigure or dismember his new pet, he would certainly show Yunho who was boss.

After he got the stretched-out man stretched far enough to cause maximum pain, he slowly meandered down the hall to Yunho's cell and crouched calmly. His features were placid and his smile was soft. He wiggled a finger to beckon Yunho near, and he whispered- just barely audible over the stranger's screams. "I implore you not to fight me when I let you out. I'd hate to make use of a more... foreboding device." And then he stood, took a long key from his pocket, and unlocked the cell door, which swung open. "Come now, pet." He practically purred. "We're not going far- just to your new room."

@Kim Youngjo☬(稲川会) The kitchen floor was a classy black marble with just a hint of glimmer beneath the laquer. The milk that spilled on the floor was pale white. Kris rolled his eyes and groaned in aggravaiton. Though it was most definitely his fault, he blamed every BUT himself: the gallon, the bowl, the placement of the cereal, gravity- but it didn't change the fact that HE had to clean it. He set the bowl on the counter, quickly swiped a couple of paper towels from the roll, wiped the droplets from the tile and threw it away- all before his cereal could get soggy. It didn't take him long to hoover up the entire bowl and then rinse it and set it in the dishwasher. He gave a statisfying stretch of his arms before starting toward the laundry room, which was the connector between the basement and the rest of the mansion.

He was grateful for the extra space between himself and the others, for his recreational activities often were wall-shaking, earth-breaking, ear-splittingly loud. Not that he ever made much noise, but the victims of his morbid sense of fun did. As far as he knew, there weren't many people who minded his genre of play. In fact, in the Inagawa-kai mansion, there were some who would occasionally observe his methods. But also as far as he was aware, nobody else wished to participate. That's why he was shocked to hear screaming that came from the basement, and the sound of the hammer clanking against anvil.

He bolted down the stairs and swung the door open, hoping to the gods that one of his friends hadn't gotten themselves hurt. But no. It wasn't someone that he was fond of who was being antagonized, but rather inflicting the agony. His friend Youngjo- someone of like mind, was standing with a raised hammer in front of a nearly-unconscious man. Youngjo's shoulders were heaving and his breaths were loud. It was very obvious to Kris, even before seeing the other's facial expression, that something wasn't right.

"Hey, Youngjo-" He approached slowly, but acted quickly to take the hammer out of the man's hand. "What the hell are you doing? We needed information from this guy." He wasn't really irritated with Youngjo because the man in question wasn't cooperative to begin with. He was really looking out for his friend instead. The kid just didn't look right. Kris looked down to the one in manacles and sighed. "Oh boy... We're not getting from him. Tell you what." He placed the hammer out of Youngjo's reach and placed both hands on his friend's shoulders.

"Hey, man. I'll finish this up if you want to go and wash up in my bathroom. Go on. I'll be right behind you." He sighed silently when his dazed friend obeyed, and once Youngjo had left the room to wash up, Kris quickly, cleanly finished the job. Then, after the prisoner was moved from the chair and into a double-layered contracting bag, Kris entered his bedroom, which was attached to the bathroom, and sat on the bed. "When you're ready, do you want to come out and tell me why you've made extra work for me?

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) Upon arriving back a the place he'd called home for years now, Kris marched immediately to the floor where the boss's room sat. He had a question to ask, and he be damned to be denied his chance. So he knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response. It didn't take long for the door to open, for Kris to ask his question, and for the man to say that he would think about it. And that was the best Kris would get at the moment. But it still put him in a better mood than he was in before.

Now all he had to do was find Tao and tell that little that he belonged to Kris. But... Kris's cheeks flushed red when he remembered how he'd spoken to Tao. He didn't feel awful about it- just embarrassed. And he had begun to consider how he'd make it up to Tao when he rounded the corner that led down to the basement and almost run directly into Tao. His face was still beet red when they made eye contact. Everything he'd wanted to say slipped from his grasp and he was left silent. stupified. He clamped his mouth shut, tucked his hands deep into his pockets- in a mirror image of how Tao was holding himself, and hurried past Tao to his bedroom. The longer he had to think about a decent and sincere-sounding apology, the better.

@Wu Yifan☬(稲川会) Yunho's gave Kris a look of uninterest as he felt the latter's dark-hued orbs peering at him. Every inch of his being examined and judged. He felt like a rabbit being cornered and stared down by its predator. Emotions of fright and uncertainty flooding his nervous system. "You can see why I'd be hesitant to accept anything from you, right?" He hissed not forgetting about the day prior when he'd been knocked out and felt like absolute garbage. Plus, Kris had kidnapped him, so he certainly wasn't winning any brownie points.

Upon hearing the nickname of 'pet' Yunho grimaced, hating the very idea of being kept there as a mere pet. He didn't want this life. He was doing his best to pay off the yakuza and couldn't give them anything if he'd been locked up and unable to work. 'Why is this happening to me?' Yunho mentally asked himself whilst bowing his head, shaking it slowly. This was utterly and completely unbelievable. Being in this state and being forced to comply with whatever Kris wanted him to do. Food and water seemed to only come from the latter and he wasn't quite sure if he was willing to become dependant on Kris for sustenance.

Once the other was out of sight Yun slowly got up from his bed and slid toward the tray of food. Onyx orbs occasionally glancing outside the before back at the tray. "This guy is crazy..." he spoke softly to himself, not wanting to be too loud in case Kris was still within earshot. He could only imagine what the other was capable of. Shuddering at the thought of being tortured until he couldn't see straight. Quickly, Yunho poured some of the cereal into the bowl before generously dousing it in the cool white milk. Hastily grabbing the spoon and lifting the bowl up, closer to his face to better enjoy the food he'd been given. Crunching contently to himself and occasionally glancing around to see if Kris would come back any time soon.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) The air was pleasant, this time of the morning. It hadn't yet become unbearably hot but the sun had risen past the horizon and warmed the Earth just a little bit. He was comfortable, if a bit irritated. The rocks underneath his backside were bothersome, jabbing his bared skin and making it mighty annoying to lie back. Still, he had quite some time to wait for the train. So he chose to sprawl out on the dirt. He may have been more comfortable lying on the tracks there there was wood to cushion his thin body, but he was... uncertain.

The truth was, he wasn't ready to die. He wanted to live, but for what reason? there wasn't much in his life presently for him to enjoy. Even the sounds of people being tortured to death was growing old. Perhaps it was the thought that he could change what his future held. Perhaps he was hopeful for something better than a job as executioner with the Inagawa-kai. Everyone else's dream was to have a family and a home, and... and... he thought in slow circles, finally making some sense of his muddled mind.

'Maybe... I do want a family? And maybe a... lover?' The mere idea of him being faithful to one person was laughable. But he couldn't deny the warmth that filled him when he imagined his hand being taken in marriage and his arms wrapped around a child. This caused him to sit up abruptly. He had a devious, yet brilliant idea. He had been put into this mindset after being possessive over Tao... but was he wrong? He wanted Tao, that much was clear. But how badly? He jumped to his feet and waited for the head-rush to subside before heading back to Inagawa-kai with a new purpose in mind. As the train's noisy horn blared behind him, he completely ignored it and kept his path to the boss true.

'If all I need is Tao's faithfulness, that can be arranged.' He was going to make Tao his personal pet, and nothing would stop him- not even the tantalizing concept of suicide.

@Jung Yunho♙ (That's alright :P I didn't give you much to reply to lol)

"Oh, that's a shame." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout. "I'm sorry that I'm not the most gracious host." He gestured down to the cereal. "But you're welcome to enjoy the meal I've left here for you. It's not much, but I figured you wouldn't have much of an appetite." His gaze raked over Yunho carefully, examining the barely-exposed collarbones and the thick thighs in skintight pants. He could probably just looking at the other. He was sure that his arousal was fairly apparent, but he didn't mention it.

"Go on," he coaxed. "It's not gonna kill you." His smirk was deep and his eyes were focused on Yunho's throat. He wondered how absolutely sinful the collar would look on that gorgeous throat. And those strong wrists... they'd look ever so sultry in cuffs. He shuddered softly and stood up. "I'll leave you to eat. But don't you worry, my pet. I'll be back." With that, he left. He wanted Yunho to be plenty nourished for their... activities later.

@Huang Zitao☬(稲川会) What he really needed right then was a good, old-fashioned slaughter. His heart was pumping furiously, as it always did when he was angry. Someday, his high blood pressure was going to give him an aneurysm or something. But right now, he couldn't care less about what happened to him. Heart attack, , manslaughter, even suicide would be better than what he was currently feeling.

"Ah." That was it. He'd felt this way before, and had the same train of thought before. He knew that it was unavoidable. His anger was dimming to hopelessness and sadness, and he began to loathe himself. 'you torture and kill people for fun, you . You've caused nothing but pain and misery in your life- from the very second you were born.' He wrapped his arms around himself and glared into the darkness of his windowless room. 'There is nothing you can do to change that fact, and nothing you can say will stop you from continuing on this path of destruction. It is really just time to end it. Quickly. Before you can hurt someone that you care about.'

As he leapt to his feet and headed toward the back of the Inagawa-kai residence, his thoughts continued to bombard him. 'Someone you care about... who is that?' He let out a single laugh at the mere thought of caring about someone, but kept walking. Past the far end of the property and one block south, there was a train depot. 'You care about Tao? Please. The most you care for about him is that fine .' He tried to deny it, but his mind persisted. 'And those eyes. and the fact that he speaks freely with you, and lets you do the same.' this only served to enrage Kris further. 'It's because he's so liberal with his speech- and everything else- that you're even in this mess.' He didn't stop walking until he reached the central switch tracks- the place where the metal moved to allow trains to go one way or another. Then he sat down just to the side of them and sighed heavily.

"You're so stupid," he snapped to himself. "If this doesn't kill you, you'll be permanently disfigured- or worse." But that wasn't enough to talk his brain out of the stupid thing he was going to do. He still had plenty of time for the train to come. Maybe he could talk himself down... but it wasn't likely. 'You've said it a hundred times, Yifan, the world would be a better place without you.'

@Wu Yifan☬(稲川会) Yunho tossed and turned all night his body still trying to recover from the chloroform that had forcibly been ingested, sighs and slight groans emanating from him. So sleep hadn’t really come to him until about three in the morning, when he was finally settled and could get comfortable. Morning time seemed to come all too quickly as he stiffly shifted about to stretch his body. Having partially forgotten the fact that he was locked up, forced to be a prisoner for some guy he’d only met the day before. It was only when the same voice from yesterday chimed aloud that Yunho fully remembered what went down. His body shooting up into a sitting position as he glanced outside the cell and saw Kris crouched down and speaking to him. “Terribly.” He spat, hating the makeshift bed and hating the fact that he’d been locked up in this horrid place. Onyx spheres temporarily observing the cereal and milk his stomach betraying him with a low growl. Yunho was still apprehensive about accepting anything from Kris - not wanting to be drugged again. He didn’t know if he could go through the whole process of getting the out of his system. “That’s for me?” He questioned nonchalantly pointing toward the food that taunted him near the cell door.

(Sorry this is terribly short )