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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
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  Relationship:
      Fushimi_Saruhiko/Yata_Misaki
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      Psychological_Abuse, Psychological_Torture, Torture, Blood, Angst,
      Blindness, Gore, Stockholm_Syndrome, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Drugs, Non-
      Consensual_Touching, Hospitals, Boyfriends, Marriage, Hurt/Comfort,
      Disturbing_Themes, Pet_Names, Master/Pet, Mpreg, Sorry_Not_Sorry, i_love
      it
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      Published: 2018-02-04 Completed: 2018-03-13 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4360
****** Lights Off ******
by RogueSovereign52
Summary
     Inspired by Lights Off by Jay Sean.
     After two years of being missing, Yata Misaki is found.
     Everything will go back to being the same. Eventually.
     Eventually.
Notes
     This should be a two shot, maybe a three. I hope you like it, it's 3
     AM out here!
***** Rescue *****
Misaki screams. He screams and screams, reaching for his best friend.
Misaki may be blind, but he knows what's happening.
He knows he's chained to the bed.
He knows that the drugs in his system are what's made him an aroused,
snivelling mess.
He knows the machines in his mind want him to believe that Saru is doing
everything to him.
He knows the man wears a device that adjusts his voice.
He knows he's strapped down, and not by his best friend. 
He knows he's being assulted by someone else.
He knows that someone else is screwing into him, violating his insides and not
stopping.
He knows that it's not his friend's seed that flows into his backside, but...
"Saru..." he cries. "Saru!"
He knows his friend isn't there.
"My love, my pet," the man heaves a hearty laugh as he strokes Misaki's cheek.
Misaki hears the man's voice return to its normal pitch, so he assumes that the
device to change his voice is removed. "It's been two years. Two years since I
brought you here. He's not coming. He won't save you. No one will."
Tears roll down his grey eyes as he whimpers, "Save me..."
"I'm sorry, my love," the man kisses Misaki's temples, pulling himself free. "I
didn't want to be so rough today. But it's your fault, you know, running away
like you did."
"NO!" He screams, his arms trembling with the force he's using to try to break
the binds. "No!" He sobs. 
"My love, you know you cannot escape," he laughs at that, pulling up his pants.
Misaki knows because he hears the man's zipper. "The fact that you tried, that
tells me that you still need to be broken. Now, if you are a good boy, and you
don't try to run, I will tell the others to go easy on you today. Do you want
that?"
Misaki can't do anything. He feels so dirty, so...used.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," Misaki feels the man get up from the bed.
"I'll be back. I love you, my love."
Swallowing, Misaki manages, "I love you, Daddy."
"Good boy!" The man laughs triumphantly, opening the door to exit, and slamming
it behind him.
The machine makes a few gurgling noises in his mind, and Misaki can feel his
muscles forcefully relaxing as he's put to sleep.
The only thing that happens in this dream world, is that he dreams of escaping,
and finding Saru. He finds his friend and they share some beautiful moment
together. Typically involving sex, which isn't all that shocking to Misaki.
Before he was kidnapped, he was on his way to his boyfriend's for their
anniversary. It was going to be their first time.
My boyfriend...Misaki's mind lingers on the word he hadn't used in so long. But
I'll be punished if I use that word...
After their moment, they go out and they are cornered by men in green suits.
All in different ways, but somehow cornered. Then, Saru is killed and Misaki is
brought back to this building, this room...
This bed.
The dreams typically last about three hours each... no details are skipped.
None. His captors had put a lot of thought into this.
However, this time, just as he and Saru are cornered, he sees Saru turn, run to
him, grab him by the shoulders, and shake him.
"Misaki! Wake up!"
"What...? What?"
"Wake up! Misaki!"
Misaki looks at Saruhiko strangely. "Wh--" he stops himself. "What do you--?"
A nearby shop owner runs out with a shotgun, cranking it back and aiming it at
Saruhiko's back.
His captors rotate between about five of these dream worlds. However, every
single time, Misaki won't know until a shot is fired, or a knife is pulled,
or...
"Saru!" He screams.
"Wake up, Misa--!" His friend yells, turning around just in time for the bullet
to connect with his head.
He sobs loudly. "No! No! Saru!" He screeches out his boyfriend's name as he
hugs their body's together. He feels the familiar pull of one of his captors as
they yank him away. "No! Saru! Saruhiko!"
I don't want to be taken away.
"Saruhiko..." he cries as the door to the car to take them back 'home' is
opened. "No... Saru!" He's pushed in, and just before the door is shut, window
open, he yells out, "S-SAVE ME!"
The man in the car with him cups his ass. "Come back down here, my love."
"Daddy will kill me! Saru!"
He can't stop the tears as he is forced to go where 'Daddy' tells him to. He's
being strapped to the bed when he awakens.
He can always tell when he's awake, because... in the dream world, he can see.
In the normal world, he opens his eyes, but sees nothing.
He feels though, that someone is trying to pick him up. 
That means... bath time. A time where he is placed in the bath tub, filled with
cold water, and fucked by whoever's turn it is that day.
He immediately bucks his body, thrashing and screaming as he continues to
violently squirm, and with his hands free, he can only assume that everyone has
had their fun with him today. Typically he has about three or four people, then
a dream, then three or four people, and so on, until deep into the nighttime.
He only has freedom for his arms from 12-2 AM, and that's typically with the
room locked and someone in there to watch him: the machine in his head has
poisons and drugs omitting from it, which typically paralyzes him to keep him
from fighting anyone. A side effect from one of the drugs is how he lost his
sight.
He pushes away from whoever is pulling him in. "No! No! Saru, save me!"
The voice that comes next shocks him. "Misaki, Misaki, it's me! It's me!"
Looking up on reflex, he hopes to 'see' the one person that he wants to see the
most, but then it occurs to him: He just fell for 'Daddy's' trick.
"No! You! You sound... you sound like him! But you're not!" He tries to pull
away, squirming. "Just fuck me and leave already!" Misaki cries, but the arms
are still holding him. He's faintly aware of some indiscreet talking. He
hammers his fists onto Not-Saru's jacket. "Just hurry up and... I'm so done...
I'll never run away, just stop... please stop... I'll...I'll stay with you...
just don't pretend to be him!"
"Misaki, it's me," the voice says again, calmly. "I... what have they done to
you..." they mumble, but continuing on louder, "My name is Fushimi Saruhiko, I
am third in command of Scepter 4."
Don't use his name like that...Misaki can only think, he doesn't have enough
energy to say it.
"You like to call me Monkey, and that all started because we thought I had a
bit of an overbite in high school."
He gasps. Saru...?
The person's hands run up and down Misaki's sides. "Something you've told me to
never tell another soul is that," the person leans in and whispers in his ear,
"you actually really like monkey's, you have a stuffed one at your house with
one of my shirts on it that you sleep with because you think it smells like
me."
He can't see the man, but his hot breath on Misaki's ear makes him melt.
"Saru..." his voice quivers. "Saru! Saru!" He snuggles deeper into the man's
arms, tears staining Saruhiko's uniform. "It is you...!"
"Yes, Misaki, it's me, now we need to go. I'm going to pick you up, okay?"
Misaki nods. "Alright, up we go!"
He hadn't realized that Saru had him wrapped in a sheet until they got out of
the building and an ambulance was waiting, the ringing too much for his
sensitive ears. He starts to shiver, shaking his head to rid that horrible
sound from his ears.
"Turn off the damn sirens!" Saru yells, leaning down to whisper, "you're
welcome."
Saru carried him the whole way, even getting up inside the ambulance. Misaki
felt Saru sitting him down, and he clammed up and held tightly to Saru's neck,
like a small child would on their mother's leg on the first day of school.
He knows what Saru is about to say. "I-- I... Please..." his body trembles,
fear coursing through him.
"Would it be better if I told you that Izumo is driving? Mikoto is in the
passengers seat."
The two say hi to let him know they're there. He gives them a small smile in
the direction he heard the voices come from.
"The Medic in here is debriefed on our situation, and she is the only one that
knows our location outside of the Captain, Awashima, me, Izumo, and Mikoto. I
don't think you even know where we are, do you?"
Misaki shakes his head. "No..."
"Yamamoto knows we're coming for you but even he doesn't know for sure where we
are. So it's okay to let go of me. It's okay."
Misaki adamently shakes his head. "No!" When Saru goes to put him on the bed,
as opposed to holding him like he was, be red haired boy goes wild. He
screeches, his hands clinging to Saru's shirt, "Don't leave me, don't leave
me!"
The Medic and Saru share a look, one they know that Misaki can't see.
The girl quickly whips out a needle, filling it up with a medicine, and
sticking it in Misaki's thigh.
Immediately, the boy's face begins to relax as his tight grip onto his
boyfriend is slowly released.
After they're all sure he's asleep, Saruhiko looks at Mikoto, who watches them
sadly. "What was it like up there?"
The blue haired man breathes heavily. "He was chained to the bed. The room had
the bed, a closet full... and I mean, full, of S&M stuff. On the other side was
a bathtub. You could tell, Mikoto, what they did to him in there."
Izumo speaks up, "From what I saw, Saruhiko, someone was pretending to be you.
Yata said..." he trails off.
Mikoto watches expectantly.
"That man that was in there with him, the guy we had to pry off of Yata, or, at
least, we think it's him..."
Fushimi nods at that.
"What about him?"
"Yata kept calling him 'Daddy' in his sleep. And when he realized it was us, he
called it a trick, that he, and I quote, 'fell for Daddy's trick'. We did find
a voice manipulator box the guy was using to sound like Fushimi."
Mikoto hmms. "So what are you trying to say? What's your point?"
"Yata... I'm thinking, that, when we get him fixed up, we might have a serious
issue with Stockholm Syndrome."
It's Saru's turn to ask, "Care to elaborate?"
"If Yata's captor was pretending to be you by purposefully removing Yata's
sight, and then he used a voice modicator to sound like you? Even if Yata knew
that the guy was a fake, he knows you're real. He might not want to leave your
side for who knows how long?"
Leaning forward, Saru gives them a sad, yet content smile. "I can make do with
that. Misaki is my most important person. I will not fail to protect him
again."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm not sure if this chapter is just as or more disturbing, so you've
     been warned!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Misaki feels safe. Warm... someone is holding him and whispering in his ear.
He can't understand them, but they are handling him so gently and tenderly that
he almost doesn't care.
Shifting slightly, he moves closer to the person.
He hasn't felt this safe in two years. His eyes crack open, but all he sees is
black.
The person laughs, "Misaki, I can't get any closer to you without getting up."
"Saru...?" His voice sounds jumbled, shaky, and unsure, even to his own ears.
"It's me, Misaki," Saruhiko tells him. "I'm right here."
Breathing in, he snuggles up to the blue-haired man. "Where are we?"
"The S4 Hospital. We're waiting on the nurse to bring your results back."
"My results?" He asks with a yawn, rubbing his eyes. "Results for what?"
His boyfriend is quiet, and Misaki guesses that that's not good.
"My results for what?" He asks again.
Saru shifts and pulls Misaki closer. "I don't want to scare you if it's
nothing."
"Tell me what's happening," he whispers into his boyfriend's chest. "Is
everything okay...?"
"We think you might--"
The door opens loudly, slamming into the back wall and ricocheting off of it.
He can hear someone's footsteps getting closer and closer.
Misaki begins to shake, the air is heavy, looming over the room.
"Doctor, good morning."
"Good morning," they reply.
"Is it... what we thought?" Saru gently asks.
"Yes," he's surprised to hear the tenderness in the person's voice. "Yes, it
is. And..." they-- honestly, by their voice, Misaki isn't sure if they were a
man or a woman-- quietly trail off.
"Misaki," Saru asks, "Did you know that... that you're..."
Shy with the new person in the room, Misaki snuggles closer to Saru.
"Did you know that you're three months pregnant?" He asks, fairly certain that
ws all the indication for him to continue that he'd get.
"..." a slight nod.
"Tsk, why didn't you tell me?" His boyfriend asks, pressing his hand to the
redhead's stomach.
"Wh...when Daddy finds us, he... he's gonna kill her. That's what he did with
the others..." 
The bluenette shakes his head. As much as he wants to say WHAT KIND OF SICK
FUCK WOULD DO THAT, he instead settles with, "How many children have you had,
Misaki?"
"...Five."
"WHAT?!" Both Saruhiko and the doctor shout.
"The first pregnancy I had th-three... two boys and a girl. A-and the second, I
had two... two girls."
"Oh my god," the doctor then lets out a string of curses he hadn't expected,
which made him jump.
Swallowing, Misaki continues, "He made me c-carry them to full term, a-and when
they were born, h-he... he..."
"What did he do?"
"He made me name them, and I did. Mamoru, Shinobu, Momo, Haruhi, and... Yumemi.
Those were their names."
"Misaki," Saru asks, more sternly. "What did he do to them?" 
"He suffocated them."
Even though Misaki is blind, he still holds his eyelids open and blinks like
normal. Saruhiko can see the grey laced in his orange eyes shine and quiver.
"...with my blood."
***
At first, he thought he heard wrong. "Y-you mean, he painted their faces?" Some
sick fucks do that, he doesn't really care why, but it's typically a ritual of
dominance.
"N-No... he would bucket the blood that... came from me... when I birthed them.
He would feed it to them until they died."
"You, Doc," Saruhiko didn't need to hear anything more.
"Yes, Fushimi-san?"
"Get me the Blue King, and tell him to bring the Red King."
"Understood, I will be back," she nods and leaves the room.
Hugging the redhead, Saruhiko counts the minutes until there's a knock at the
door. 
"Come in," Saru says loudly, not moving.
The door clicks and he hears the familiar bickering of the Red and Blue Kings,
walking through and taking a seat all the whilst discussing what they'd do to
the man who made the great Yatagarasu into a nervous heap of fear. Eventually,
Mikoto hushes Reisi. "We'll finish that later."
Everything is silent when the Blue King finally asks, "Why are we here,
Fushimi?"
He hears Mikoto grunt, which is probably in agreement with the question posed.
"Shut the door and pull the blinds, what I'm about to tell you does not leave
this room. Got it?"
"Okay?"
They lock the door and close any other places where someone might be listening
in, returning to their seats.
"Okay," Saru tells them. "We have to leave Japan. We have to head for the
States."
***
On the day they were to move, Saruhiko packed his and Misaki's belongings. The
redhead sat on the bed, watching him quizzically.
He had come to realize that the man would not abandon him, and, so long as they
were in the same room, Misaki could deal with it.
It had been three months. Three months of guards, negotiations, and IOUs.
Now they can travel to New York City and spend their lives there together. As
upset as he was that he had to uproot his life here, he realized that there
wasn't much TO uproot.
His apartment, his cat, and his job. All of which were taken care of: they've
got a new apartment already set up and ready for them, when they get there, and
his cat will be given to Munakata.
As for his job, he was offered a position within the ranks of the New York
Police Department, working as a strategist and analyst. He didn't mind missing
out on all the action now, he had Misaki to take care of. And soon, their
daughter.
Smiling to himself, he kisses Misaki on the forehead.
***
They finally leave for the airport two hours later, hopping into the cab and
telling the guy where to go.
Misaki leans on Saruhiko's shoulder, snuggling up to the man.
When they finally get to the airport and board the plane, an announcement
sounds:
"PLEASE BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS, PASSENGERS, THE PLANE WILL TAKE OF IN
10 MINUTES"
"Are you ready?" Saru asks.
"Uh...um...n-no... I-I want off..." he shakes and the former Scepter 4 official
wraps him in a hug.
"We'll be alright. The U.S. government is placing us in their Witness
Protection Program. If he even crosses the Japan boarder to go to the states,
we'll know. And Munakata, Mikoto, and Yashiro, even, have said they'll
personally watch over the boarders, and if he is to approach, they'll be
waiting there with handcuffs."
While that does make him feel better, Misaki is still very nervous about all of
the loopholes the man could find and come after him.
"I love you, Saru," Misaki whispers.
He smiles and leans in to kiss the readhead's cheek. "And I you."
***
                             SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER
"Momma!" Ichi calls from her bedroom. "Mommaaaa!" Lord, that girl had a throat
on her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Misaki shouts from the kitchen, pushing on his
chair's controls.
'The Chair' was something they aquired when Ichi was only a few months old.
Misaki was so worried that he'd step on her because he didn't know the
proximity of things. (He couldn't count on himself to remember where he set
her...)
Technically, it was a metal platform that Misaki would stand on, that stretched
up to his hips so he could put his hands on the controls that layed on the top
or the smaller platfoms. He could also sit down, because within the metal
sidings that stretched out vertically by his legs, he could press a button and
a seat would come out of one of the sidings, and a backrest would come out the
other, so he wouldn't lean back too far.
It had a motorized wheel that spread out within 15 feet of itself, setting off
a small alarm for when he would get too close to something. But details,
details.
"What can I do for you, baby?" He asks, clicking off the alarm that tells him
he's nearing her bedroom door.
He rolls over to her bed and "parks" The Chair, before turning himself over and
onto her bed.
"Usagi stole my red dress, ugh!"
"Onee-chan, I did not!"
In comes Usagi, his second eldest at 14, who happens to be his and Saruhiko's
daughter. While Misaki doesn't know how she looks, Saru told him that she had
jet black hair and bright orange eyes. (Not that he's seen Ichi, either, but
apparently she takes after her mother, the only indication that she's not Saru
and Misaki's child are that 1) her nose is very pointed and 2) her hair is a
cream blonde like the man's, but she acts and talks like Saruhiko.)
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"How do I look?!"
Their third daughter (who is actually Usagi's twin), only, she didn't arrive
until a whole day after Usagi, Kaori.
After a moment of bickering between the sisters, Misaki barks, "Girls! Calm
down!"
They immediately quiet.
"Now, Ichi, Kaori did take your dress. Kaori, you took the dress without
asking?"
"I did ask!" Kaori pouts. "I did! You were putting your laundry away and
watching Dancing with the Stars!"
"Ichi, do you remember this?"
"...yeah, now that you mention it, I do."
"Alright girls, now say sorry."
"Sorry, Usagi, I shouldn't have assumed it was you."
"Sorry, Ichi-nee! I should've asked when you were free."
"Thank you," Ichi and Usagi say.
"Alright, girls, can you help Momma up? Your sister is making even that
difficult," he says, gesturing to his stomach.
They all make some sort of agreement sound like Uh-huh, sure, yeah.
Misaki chuckles when he goes to stand on his Chair. "I need to have your father
help me up in the mornings!"
"I can imagine Dad trying to pull you out of bed," Ichi laughs.
"Speaking of Dad," Usagi asks, "Where is he?"
"Oh, he and your brothers went out shopping for your birthday, Ichi. They
should be bac-- Oh, hear that?" Their garage door is opening. "They're back."
Doors burst open and his next (and final) set of twins, age 10, come rushing
through. 
"Mom! Mom! Dad's hurt!" Hozumi yells.
"What?! Where's your brother?!" Age 7, Sakurai. An exact mini-me of Saruhiko,
but with Misaki's personality.
"Mom!" Yuui shouts, "Dad was shot! That man you warned us about! He has
Sakurai-chan!"
His blood runs cold. The man that captured him all those years ago was supposed
to still be in jail. But now, he hears it.
"Love! My love!"
"Kids... lock yourself in Ichi's bedroom, now!" they all run for her bedroom,
but Misaki stops his oldest. "Ichi?"
"Yes, Momma?"
"Call 911 when you get back there. Do you have the tazer I gave to you?"
She nods. "Yes, I do; yeah," she fumbles with her phone.
"Ichi?" She looks up at her mother, who's now glowing a dark red aura.
"Y-Yeah?"
"No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, no matter what you smell or
taste or anything, do not leave that room until you hear the safe code that
I've always told you about."
"I-If he has it?!"
"The police should be here by then. Refuse to speak with any suspicious person
until they're accompanied by at least five officers."
Misaki lets her go, he hears her running back for her room and he hears that
bolt lock.
They had been expecting this, and so when they built this house out in the
farmlands of Ohio, they made sure to go with as much reinforced metals and as
much bulletproof steel as they could get.
He climbs the stairs, easily slamming into the door that connects the garage to
the basement.
Misaki flinches when the second door from the basement to their kitchen is
broken through.
The man sneers at Misaki. "My love! I see you've been used by this piece of
shit as a housewife! How dare he?!"
"Momma...!" Sakurai whimpers.
Okay, so he has Sakurai, but there's no guarantee that he has Saru as well.
That's when he hears the man groan.
"How about I kill them and you can come back to me? I bet you liked being my
slut anyway!" He laughs loudly and obnoxiously.
"You son of a bitch, how dare you come to my home, and threaten my husband? My
children?" He simply smiles, shifting on his feet. "Well, Daddy, I can assure
you that I will protect what is mine. Unlike you."
Something I've never told you, Saruhiko...
"After all this time, that's what you still call me. Heh, your mother was a
bitch for letting you live. As soon as she told me she was pregnant, I threw
her away like yesterday's trash."
He actually is my father.
Breathing deeply, Misaki reaches into his back pants pocket, wrapping his hand
around the cool metal, before taking it out and pointing it in the man's
direction. 
"You helped create me, nothing more," the red aura coats the gun.
"Ah! I see you're back with HOMRA. How delightful." Misaki can practically hear
him rolling his eyes.
He does hear, however, the man pulling out a gun of his own, pointing it at
Misaki.
"It is, it really, really is. I can finally defend myself, and not have to rely
on my husband."
His father pulls the trigger, put the bullet ricochets off his skin, once,
twice, melting the metal and staining his carpet as they bleed. While he
can't... actually see that...it gives him an idea.
He likes that idea. "I like that idea," he seethes. "Sakurai-chan, close your
eyes."
The boy follows his mother's orders, unbeknowest to the redhead for sure.
"I'm going to make you bleed," Misaki stiffles a laugh.
The alarm on his Chair and the gun shots give him an almost exact pinpoint of
where the man could be.
"Y-You don't know where I am! I might be on the other side of you!"
But the red aura momentarily floods his vision, and he can see. He laughs
maniacally, shooting off three bullets, the clearness he sees in his eyes
closing off. The man drops dead just as the police show up. Red soaks the floor
underneath of his father. That last thing he "saw": he killed his own flesh and
blood.
But, in doing so, he protected the people who matter most to him. And that, he
could live with.
***
Now it was Saru's turn to be in the hospital.
His arm was shot right at the muscle, tearing the ligaments and everything in
between, so he had to be heavily sedated to tolerate the pain.
And, as it just so happened, the baby decided she wanted out the day the
bluenette was supposed to be released.
So back in they went!
The baby was delivered, and, save for having to rebuild their home, they all
lived happily ever after.
Chapter End Notes
     So, what do you think? Anyone want a continuation? I'm seriously
     thinking about it, but I'll have to see who wants it!
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