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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Koujaku/Ryuuhou_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Character:
      Ryuuhou_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Koujaku_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual_Tattooing
  Series:
      Part 4 of Ryuuhou_Week
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-09 Words: 1449
****** Work with the Theme ******
by Boysn
Summary
     For Ryuuhou Week Day 4: My Masterpiece/His Destruction. I chose
     Masterpiece. Ryuuhou decides if others are going to keep 'marring'
     his canvas then he's just gonna have to 'work with the theme'.
Notes
     Unedited, as always. :)
See the end of the work for more notes
With Toue and Takahashi busy Ryuuhou decided to pour all of his best efforts
into his new medium. He had experimented with the 'special' ink for months and
was now a master. He was soon to have his new masterpiece.
There was a knock at his door that could've been mistaken for cordial, but
Ryuuhou knew better. His canvas had arrived and (from the sound of the knock)
was disciplined for the damage done last time. Ryuuhou's canvas was hot blooded
and it didn't take much to rile it.
“Koujaku-kun,” Ryuuhou greeted, moving aside for the boy to enter. Koujaku
didn't respond.
His canvas was draped with a robe hiding the unfinished work beneath. They
moved into the parlor to continue working on the masterpiece.
“Are you going to be a good boy today?” Ryuuhou asked with a taunting smile.
Koujaku thinned his lips for a second before nodding.
“Good. Disrobe and lie down on your stomach,” Ryuuhou ordered, “Ass in the
air.”
The boy's face looked like it was taking all of his energy to not lash out.
Koujaku took a few deep breaths before undoing his robe and reveling his naked
body. As smooth as a snake Koujaku lied on the futon in front of him, and
positioned his hindquarters to Ryuuhou's liking.
This wasn't the first time Ryuuhou was raping the lad. He didn't quite know why
he did it. It could've been because his usual bed partners were too busy with
work, but Ryuuhou felt other things at play. Ever since he'd started using the
ink his mannerisms had changed. Though he wasn't putting the ink into his skin
there were side effects to working with it everyday. In this case he felt he no
longer had control of his desires. If he desired something he simply took
action, there was no forethought. Not that he had a great control over his
desires before, but there was certainly a time when he wouldn't have raped
someone younger than 18.
Ryuuhou took a seat facing the pert ass. His eyes scanned the canvas.
“What is this?!” Ryuuhou snapped slapping Koujaku's side where a fresh cut had
been made. The boy winced.
“You know I sword train. Why are you so surprised?” Koujaku said with a bit of
gruff to his voice. Ryuuhou raised an eyebrow. Testosterone had been kind to
the youth, turning him into a beautiful creature. Now complete with a sultry
deep voice.
“What beautiful sounds I hope to make you sing tonight,” Ryuuhou said dipping a
bare finger into some ointment on a nearby stand.
The boy had learned to be loose. The body that was so taunt upon arrival was
now delightfully soft and welcoming. Koujaku had control even though he hated
what was being done to him. The discipline before must've been a harsh one.
“Turn over and lift your legs up,” Ryuuhou ordered withdrawing his fingers.
Koujaku did just that. What Ryuuhou saw on the other side made his heart skip a
beat. More cuts, deep, scaring cuts. Ryuuhou gnashed his teeth.
“Why must they mar my canvas!” he raged. Koujaku's legs shook from the shock.
They'd been speaking close to whispers and the sudden loudness was jarring.
Ryuuhou moved his hands across the flesh, feeling the bumps of what would
develop into scars. The cut on the boys side was nothing compared to these.
“I told them to not damage you!” Ryuuhou said feeling as if he would cry.
Someone had come in and took a knife to his soon-to-be masterpiece. The time,
the effort, the sheer skill that went into Koujaku was not matched by any other
work. Not even Toue.
Koujaku's eyes were shut tight, as if it would save him if he didn't see
anything. The boy was still beautiful even with the blemishes, Ryuuhou thought.
Yes, his masterpiece wasn't ruined.
“I've been thinking about you all wrong,” Ryuuhou said running a sweaty palm
through his blond hair. “You're not a blank canvas,” he spread his arms out
wide, “You're a themed canvas...I must work with the theme!”
Ryuuhou felt himself breaking. He knew he was going crazy in the moment but had
nothing in himself to restrain him. He pulled his angry cock from his kimono
and entered Koujaku violently.
Even with the preparation it still hurt them both. Koujaku's hole didn't have
time to widen properly and the skin on Ryuuhou's cock was pulled back so
painfully that he lost a bit of his hard on upon entrance.
The room was filled with painful hisses. It sounded as if they were both angry
snakes provoking each other. Ryuuhou pulled back and pushed in, despite the
pain he was able to continue. It didn't take long for the pain to melt away and
a rhythm was established.
“Good boy,” Ryuuhou whispered when Koujaku's ass loosened completely, allowing
the man to glide in and out with easy. Koujaku's eyes shut even tighter in
response.
Ryuuhou paused for a moment looking at Koujaku's scrunched face. He had an
idea. He grabbed a nearby needle and some ink, all within reach.
One of Koujaku's red eyes peeked into view before both eyes looked like they
were going to pop out of their sockets. Ryuuhou held a needle to the boys face.
Koujaku's lips quivered, “Are you going to kill me?” he whispered.
Ryuuhou felt a sinister smile creep to his face, “No,” he said jabbing the
needle just below the boy's eye.
Koujaku didn't scream. Screaming would move his face and at the moment he
didn't want to make erratic movements with a needle piercing him. His eyes
welled with tears as the needle stabbed it's way across his face. Ryuuhou's
cock grew even bigger as he dipped the needle into more ink and continued.
It didn't take long. It wasn't a fancy design, it wasn't even beautiful.
Ryuuhou tossed the needle aside and took in the view. Koujaku's face was
entirely red with blood, matching his eyes. The tattoo across the boy's nose
was then, but deep.
“Work with the theme,” Ryuuhou whispered before grabbing Koujaku's thin hips
and slamming the boy hard on his cock. Koujaku yelled at the violent pounding.
Escapism was a skill the boy was beginning to harness. Koujaku couldn't control
what his body was going through, but he could somewhat control his thoughts. He
brought up his one comforting image, Seragaki Aoba.
Aoba was still young but one day he'd be an adult. Both of them would. One day
Koujaku would make Aoba smile again. Perhaps, one day, he and Aoba would make
love.
Koujaku's mind raced with fantasies of the other boy. He'd hold Aoba close when
they made love and take his hand. Unconsciously Koujaku clutched his hands
above his head, pretending one was Aoba's.
That mullet would be gone, but he'd still have enough hair to make a pretty
halo of blue on the pillow. Aoba's voice would be just as sweet as Koujaku
remembered. Aoba would open his mouth and moan-
“Koujaku!”
“Koujaku!”
A pleasure painted over both the artist and the canvas. They were still for a
moment, Koujaku was still processing what happened. He'd never orgasmed with
Ryuuhou before. The older man pulled out and glanced down, also noticing the
whiteness there.
“Did...did you say your own name when you came?” Ryuuhou asked.
Koujaku was briefly embarrassed before remembering he hated the man above him.
He couldn't care less what the bastard thought of him. And he certainly wasn't
about to share an intimate fantasy about how his best friend would moan his
name.
“Well, I suppose if I were as beautiful as you I'd say my own name too,”
Ryuuhou laughed before finally rolling off. The older man took the sash around
his kimono and began wiping Koujaku's face. “I went in pretty deep. Looks like
you have some damage to your nasal cavity,” he said pressing hard on the new
tattoo, “It'll heal though.”
Koujaku flinched at the fiery pain in his face. So, Ryuuhou had placed a tattoo
there. Now Koujaku wouldn't be able to look in a mirror without feeling anger.
He didn't even care what the tattoo looked like. It was placed against his will
and that was all he needed to know.
As he thought that, a mirror suddenly hovered at his face. Koujaku's face was
still bleeding a little but he could plainly see the tattoo. It looked like a
scar. Browns and rusty reds were used to make it look authentic. Koujaku
couldn't really see the difference between the tattoo and his real scars.
“I worked with the theme,” Ryuuhou said before putting the mirror down.
End Notes
     And that's why Koujaku holds Aoba's hand. Also, with the nasal cavity
     damaged, that's why Koujaku gets nose bleeds easily. It healed but
     the tissue is easy to bleed. Also, I like the idea that Ryuuhou kinda
     gets crazy around the ink. Similar to mercury exposer.
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