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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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14,119
Reviews:
20
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0
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Ecstasy & Agony
TITLE: Ecstasy & Agony
AUTHOR: Soulless Angel
FANDOM: Ichi The Killer (movie)
PAIRING: Ichi/Kakihara
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: I don‘t own a damn thing, except a very fertile (and slightly twisted) imagination. The characters belong to Hideo Yamamoto and Premier Asia. I am making no money at all out of this.
WARNING: Serious squickiness ahead, gay sex, sadism and masochism in the extreme. Character death and some spoilers for the movie.
SUMMARY: What SHOULD have happened when Ichi finally caught up with Kakihara.
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, it’s yours, just let me know where you’re taking it so I can stop by for a visit.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please please, please. I LUUUURRRRVE feedback.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: God bless the Japanese for their liberal attitudes to sex, violence, perversion and homosexuality in films.
AUTHORS NOTES: I’ve never written anything quite this twisted before. I hope it’s not too squicky. Aaawww, who am I kidding? I hope this makes everyone chuck over their keyboards.
“No one left to kill me.” Kakihara moaned dejectedly. “I’ll have to do it myself.” Slowly he brought two of his needles up to his ears, pushing them gently inside, stopping just short of his ear drums. His fingers twitched, this was going to hurt. Driving the needles through the thin membrane and embedding them in his own brain was going to be agony. A part of him, a very tiny part was scared, but a much bigger part relished that fear, craved it, craved the pain that it preceded. Pain was the ultimate release for the blond yakuza, the ultimate pleasure.
People, even his own people, thought he was some kind of a mon, no, not because of his extensive bodily modifications, but because of his willingness to cause pain and his increasingly creative ways of doing so. The truth was though, Kakihara didn’t enjoy any of it, he wasn’t a sadist, he was a masochist, he tortured people simply because he believed, hoped that his sins would eventually be revisited upon him. More than anything in the world, he wanted a slow, painful death. Boss Anjo had been willing to give him that, had promised him his loyalty would be rewarded but Boss Anjo had been stolen from him before he could make good on that promise. Ichi had given Boss Anjo that which Kakihara most desired.
When Kakihara had first heard of Ichi, he’d been ecstatic. With Boss Anjo gone he’d given up hope of finding someone else depraved enough to satisfy his burning need for pain, but Ichi it seemed was that someone. He’d creamed in his pants just thinking about the tortures he would suffer at Ichi’s hands, and since then just the mention of Ichi’s name made his dick harder than steel.
But Ichi had turned out to be as pathetic as everyone else had been. Ichi was nothing more than a cry baby and Kakihara had felt the last vestiges of his hope slip away as Ichi’s sobs echoed acrohe rhe rooftop.
It was kind of sad really that he would end up taking his own life after all he’d done to find someone else to do it, but life without the promise of an agonising death just wasn’t worth livinge hae had no other choice. He flexed his wrists and readied himself. Was it possible to do this slowly he wondered, to stab the needles into his own brain or would the pain be too much, would he die instantly and miss out on his greatest desire?. Would he cum as he died? Would he even know if he did?
A silent prayer to whichever entity it was (not any God he’d heard of, he thought) who watched over people like him, another twitch of his wrists and he was ready, then…the crying stopped abruptly.
Kakihara realised he could no longer hear Ichi’s wretched, pitiful wails. Did that mean anything? He dropped the needles with a tiny clatter and looked up, half afraid that he would be disappointed again but needing too badly not to.
No longer crying, no longer curled in a foetal ball, Ichi stood staring at him. The child, the brat who had been kicking the fallen killer in the ribs just seconds ago now lay silently at Ichi’s feet, a pool of thick, shiny, red blood forming around him and Ichi was holding…it looked like a… He’d sliced the top of the brat’s head right off with the blade in the heel of his boots.
Slowly, Ichi started towards him, dragging his left foot, broken at the ankle by Kaneko’s bullet, behind him. His eyes were black with lust, with the promise of suffering. Kakihara glanced at the killer’s crotch. His dick was hard, it was clearly visible through the strange rubber costume Ichi wore. Kakihara’s own dick pulsed and swelled at the sight. Ichi was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Ichi leant down and threaded his fingers through the yakuza’s bleach blonde hair, dragging him up to standing. Kakihara couldn’t prevent the tiny whimper that left his lips as he surrendered to Ichi’s power. Both men licked their lips.
“I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this as much as I am.” Ichi whispered to him before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Kakihara’s earlobe and biting it off.
“Yes.” Kakihara answered, gleefully as his blood began to dribble down his neck.
TBC:
AUTHOR: Soulless Angel
FANDOM: Ichi The Killer (movie)
PAIRING: Ichi/Kakihara
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: I don‘t own a damn thing, except a very fertile (and slightly twisted) imagination. The characters belong to Hideo Yamamoto and Premier Asia. I am making no money at all out of this.
WARNING: Serious squickiness ahead, gay sex, sadism and masochism in the extreme. Character death and some spoilers for the movie.
SUMMARY: What SHOULD have happened when Ichi finally caught up with Kakihara.
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, it’s yours, just let me know where you’re taking it so I can stop by for a visit.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please please, please. I LUUUURRRRVE feedback.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: God bless the Japanese for their liberal attitudes to sex, violence, perversion and homosexuality in films.
AUTHORS NOTES: I’ve never written anything quite this twisted before. I hope it’s not too squicky. Aaawww, who am I kidding? I hope this makes everyone chuck over their keyboards.
“No one left to kill me.” Kakihara moaned dejectedly. “I’ll have to do it myself.” Slowly he brought two of his needles up to his ears, pushing them gently inside, stopping just short of his ear drums. His fingers twitched, this was going to hurt. Driving the needles through the thin membrane and embedding them in his own brain was going to be agony. A part of him, a very tiny part was scared, but a much bigger part relished that fear, craved it, craved the pain that it preceded. Pain was the ultimate release for the blond yakuza, the ultimate pleasure.
People, even his own people, thought he was some kind of a mon, no, not because of his extensive bodily modifications, but because of his willingness to cause pain and his increasingly creative ways of doing so. The truth was though, Kakihara didn’t enjoy any of it, he wasn’t a sadist, he was a masochist, he tortured people simply because he believed, hoped that his sins would eventually be revisited upon him. More than anything in the world, he wanted a slow, painful death. Boss Anjo had been willing to give him that, had promised him his loyalty would be rewarded but Boss Anjo had been stolen from him before he could make good on that promise. Ichi had given Boss Anjo that which Kakihara most desired.
When Kakihara had first heard of Ichi, he’d been ecstatic. With Boss Anjo gone he’d given up hope of finding someone else depraved enough to satisfy his burning need for pain, but Ichi it seemed was that someone. He’d creamed in his pants just thinking about the tortures he would suffer at Ichi’s hands, and since then just the mention of Ichi’s name made his dick harder than steel.
But Ichi had turned out to be as pathetic as everyone else had been. Ichi was nothing more than a cry baby and Kakihara had felt the last vestiges of his hope slip away as Ichi’s sobs echoed acrohe rhe rooftop.
It was kind of sad really that he would end up taking his own life after all he’d done to find someone else to do it, but life without the promise of an agonising death just wasn’t worth livinge hae had no other choice. He flexed his wrists and readied himself. Was it possible to do this slowly he wondered, to stab the needles into his own brain or would the pain be too much, would he die instantly and miss out on his greatest desire?. Would he cum as he died? Would he even know if he did?
A silent prayer to whichever entity it was (not any God he’d heard of, he thought) who watched over people like him, another twitch of his wrists and he was ready, then…the crying stopped abruptly.
Kakihara realised he could no longer hear Ichi’s wretched, pitiful wails. Did that mean anything? He dropped the needles with a tiny clatter and looked up, half afraid that he would be disappointed again but needing too badly not to.
No longer crying, no longer curled in a foetal ball, Ichi stood staring at him. The child, the brat who had been kicking the fallen killer in the ribs just seconds ago now lay silently at Ichi’s feet, a pool of thick, shiny, red blood forming around him and Ichi was holding…it looked like a… He’d sliced the top of the brat’s head right off with the blade in the heel of his boots.
Slowly, Ichi started towards him, dragging his left foot, broken at the ankle by Kaneko’s bullet, behind him. His eyes were black with lust, with the promise of suffering. Kakihara glanced at the killer’s crotch. His dick was hard, it was clearly visible through the strange rubber costume Ichi wore. Kakihara’s own dick pulsed and swelled at the sight. Ichi was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Ichi leant down and threaded his fingers through the yakuza’s bleach blonde hair, dragging him up to standing. Kakihara couldn’t prevent the tiny whimper that left his lips as he surrendered to Ichi’s power. Both men licked their lips.
“I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this as much as I am.” Ichi whispered to him before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Kakihara’s earlobe and biting it off.
“Yes.” Kakihara answered, gleefully as his blood began to dribble down his neck.
TBC: