“T.E.N.A.N.T.”
Author’s Notes:
Gackt/Matsumoto chapter. Yay! Warning - major
pr0n ahead. The 2nd and 5th sections are
particularly citrus-y.
The fluorescent lights flickered as he strode down the hallway,
down towards the prisoner block, his steps echoing on the metal tiles. The screams of countless POWs, captured
spies, traitors, and the occasional innocent civilian rang viciously in his
ears. His eyes scanned the glowing cell
numbers that lined the otherwise unmarked doors.
There.
Cell 1540.
Entering his ID number into the keypad, the door slid open,
revealing a harrowing sight. The young
doctor, the one they had captured the other day, was at the mercy of his
corporal, whose name eluded him. Held by
the hair and pinned against the wall, the younger man was too weak to fight off
his offender. Tears painted the
bloodied, swollen face as he vainly attempted to pry the older man off him.
“Aren't there enough sluts to satiate your lust?” The officer gave a start at the new voice, releasing
his prey who slid to the floor, exhausted. “Go fuck one of your whores and leave this
young man alone.” The corporal bowed,
shaking, and quickly fled the scene.
Taking a few steps forward, he knelt before the shaken man. He slid the black leather glove from his hand
and stroked the pale flesh of the other's cheek. Even battered, he could tell the doctor had
looks that could kill. “Beautiful...”
Dark eyes snapped open and stared, wild-eyed, at him. With his last ounce of strength, the doctor
lashed out at his captor. He easily
jumped back and slid the glove back in place in one sweeping motion. The younger man, underestimating momentum,
flipped onto his back at the force of his own swing. He lay there coughing, winded. Gackt reached into his side pocket and
retrieved his commlink [1], ordering in his
guards. “Take him to my suite. Touch him at all in a way I deem
inappropriate, I’ll have you all castrated.
Move.”
*****
“So what’s your name?” The young man looked away and didn’t answer. Gackt smirked to himself as he sipped at the
wine. So very
defiant…good. “I asked
‘what’s your name?’ and you don’t answer me.
As you’re my charge now, I could have you beaten, flogged, raped…and no
one would question my authority. Does
that not frighten you?” The young man
turned to look at him again, fire and death in his dark eyes.
“Of course not,” Gackt
muttered, answering his own question.
“Why should it frighten you? I’m
just another Tenant overlord after all…”
He sighed, standing and walking to the table, finishing his glass of
wine. Reaching for the cask, he moved to
pour more of the red liquor into the crystal, but stopped. He leaned against the table and turned to
face the doctor. “What’s your
name?” He watched as the muscles in the
young man’s exposed throat constricted.
He let his eyes follow the line of the pale column up and down the
other’s body.
He was sitting, legs bent
under him, on the bed. The silken linen
with its blood red hue set off the pale body.
Draped in a white silk robe, the man’s dark hair and eyes, as well as
the occasional cut and bruise, stood out, almost starkly, against his pallid
visage. He was “Beautiful…” Gackt
thought, whispering to himself.
Walking the few strides to
the bed, he took the man’s face in his hands and traced the lines of his
cheeks, his nose, his jaw, his lips. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the
other’s shoulders, pressed his own lips to the shell of the doctor’s ear and
whispered, “What’s your name…?” He let
his tongue flick out, tasting the heated flesh.
The young man gasped. Gackt went
lower, to the base of the other’s neck, and pressed a hot kiss to the man’s
throat, biting, licking…
“Matsumoto.”
He drew back at the
gasp. “What?”
The doctor was panting,
trying desperately to regain his self control.
“Matsumoto.
My name…” he lowered his eyes from Gackt’s
face as a tear slipped from between dark lashes. “…is Matsumoto…”
*****
“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus
tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus
ventris, tui Iesus…” The voice
was hushed, anxious as the rosary fell from pink lips, whispered in
desperation, in fear.
He stretched a hand forward
and laid it upon the other’s hip. In an
instant, the prayer stopped, choked in the younger man’s throat. He watched as muscles tensed beneath soft
skin, rippling in barely restrained terror.
“Does God listen?” The other
didn’t answer. Moving his hand from the
other’s hip to his shoulder, he stroked the warm flesh. “Does He answer?” Again silence. “Tell Him…I miss Him…” He was frustrated at
the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes then as he leaned forward,
pressing a chaste kiss to the other’s shoulder.
He caught a glimpse of the
confusion in the young doctor’s eyes before he rolled over, surrendering to the
chill of the room and the darkness.
*****
He was half awake when he
felt the warm body beside him move stealthily off the bed. He was half awake when he felt the warm body
return and straddle his chest. He was fully
awake when he heard a gun being cocked above him. “Still rebelling?” he asked. He heard a startled gasp above. “Do it.
Kill me. Shoot me. But what then?”
“I’d run.”
“Where?”
“Away. Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here.”
“They’d follow you. And even if you DID get away for a time,
they’d find you. They’d be watching for
you. Do you want that? Do you want to run the risk of being betrayed
when you thought you were safe? Do you
want to live the rest of your life in fear?”
The warm body had started
shaking. “N-no…”
“It wouldn’t get that far
anyway. They’d hear the shot.”
“Then I’d kill myself.” There was a hint of desperation in the man’s
voice.
“Is that how you want it to
end?”
“No…no, no, no…”
He felt the warm body move
from the bed, heard the safety put back on the gun, which fell to the floor
soon after with a thud, and heard the tears and muffled sobs begin. Gackt opened his eyes and sat up in bed to
look at his charge, his…companion.
Matsumoto had brought his knees up to his chest and sat at the edge of
the bed, his face in his hands. Sliding
over to him, Gackt took the man in his arms, dragging him back into bed and
under the covers.
*****
Pinned to the bed, the
younger man gasped, his head thrashing back and forth against the pillows.
Gackt worshipped him.
The pale body below him was
slick with sweat, the man’s cheeks were flushed, his
breath coming in strangled gasps, his name hanging upon his lips. Gackt groaned and claimed Matsumoto’s lips with
his own as he thrust into the tight body again and again and again…The younger
man whimpered into the kiss, dragging his fingers down the other’s back. Gackt arched into the nails as they drew red
lines down his spine, throwing his head back in near-ecstasy.
Matsumoto pushed himself up
off the bed, flipping the pair over, and landed on top of the other, straddling
the elder man’s hips. Bracing himself
against the headboard, he lavished Gackt’s face and
neck with kisses as he moved above him, impaling himself deeper and deeper as
their rhythm hastened to a climax.
Grabbing his hips, Gackt
thrust against that spot, making the younger man shriek. He felt the other’s muscles tighten as his
ecstasy reached fever pitch –
…and it was over. They collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs,
smelling of sweat and blood and sex. In
the afterglow, the young man stroked Gackt’s face as
he held him against his chest. They were
lulled to sleep by the beating of each other’s hearts.
*****
“Why don’t you run?”
The simple
question caught him off-guard. Blinking
the sleep from his eyes, he looked at his lover. In his blurred consciousness, he muttered, “What…”
before vainly attempting to stifle a yawn.
The young doctor repeated his
inquiry. “Why don’t you run? There’s no security monitoring your every
move, no real tie to the Sovereign…”
“Ah…but there is…” he
replied, cutting off the other as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man.
“And what is it?”
A bitter lump formed in his
throat. Taking the other’s hand in his
own, he guided it to the back of his neck, to the base of his skull. Directing the fingertips, he traced them
along a small metal plate embedded in his flesh.
He watched with restrained
agony as horror and confusion raced across the doctor’s face. “Wh-wha…?”
“It’s a tracking device, of
sorts. It’s joined to my spinal chord
and, through it, interfaced with all the nerves in my body, in my brain…” He closed his eyes and let his hand fall
away, leaning forward, he buried his face in his
lover’s shoulder. “I want to run…God,
how I’ve wished this all away, how I’ve prayed for an escape…but…in all
actuality…all it would take for them to terminate me is a simple flip of the
switch…”
*****
He was surrounded. He knew that much. Surrounded and betrayed.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry it’s come down to
this sir,” stated the corporal as he stepped forward, out of the throng of
soldiers. As he walked, the men aimed
their weapons. “You were such an asset
to the Sovereign, really you were. But
all good things must come to an end, as you well know.” He smiled a wretched smile.
Gackt scowled. “Why all the artillery?”
“Just in
case.” Another wretched smile.
Somebody behind him ordered,
“On the ground,” and delivered a deft kick behind his knees. Gackt collapsed.
“Why are you doing this?”
“There is a rat in the
ranks. And as you’ve grown soft to the
rebel cause, it is my duty, as YOUR second in command, to see to it that
softness is not tolerated. The rebels
are simply that. Rebels. They will all be dealt with eventually. But you will be dealt with now. And don’t worry – you’re beloved ‘Tenshi’ will be joining you shortly. That is, after we’ve used him for our ‘own
ends’ as you would call them.”
There were shots. And then darkness.
*****
Gackt looked up as his
caretakers entered the lounge. They were
melancholy, disturbed…he could tell.
Something was wrong. Blinking at
the pallid faces, he said, “Welcome back.
How is everyone? Is it bedtime
yet?”
Four pairs of stunned eyes
turned to stare at him. Fidgeting, he
averted his eyes as a soft blush spread across his pale cheeks.
“…You…You said a complete
sentence…um…three complete sentences…”
The shocked tone in Fujimura’s voice was uncharacteristic to say the least
as the lieutenant sat in a strategically placed chair.
Suddenly bashful,
he nodded and pointed to the glowing monitor in front of which he sat. “I’ve been reading.”
Still shocked, the commander took
a seat in front of the peculiar Automaton without taking his eyes off of
him. “What have you been reading? Wait a minute…You can read?”
1] commlink…yeah, yeah,
yeah. So Star Wars rocks my socks. Sue me.