Ecstasy & Agony (Complete)
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G through L › Ichi The Killer
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
14,120
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Ichi the Killer, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
part 3
Kakihara could barely think straight he was so aroused. What should Ichi do with him now? The possibilities were endless and he was sure that whatever he could come up with would be tame compared to Ichi.
What happened next took him by complete surprise. A soft kiss was pressed against his lips, making him feel slightly uneasy. What was Ichi playing at? He didn’t want tenderness, this wasn’t about caring, this was about blood and pain and lust, a one night stand nothing more.
He tried to turn his head away, to break the kiss but Ichi slipped one hand around the back of his head, holding him firm. The kiss softened further, and eventually changed to a light nibble. Ichi’s mouth was moving, his tongue lapping gently at the corner of Kakihara’s mouth and outwards. Kakihara squirmed, the softness made him nauseous but he was helpless to do anything about it. Maybe, Ichi wasn’t the one he’d been looking for he thought, maybe he’d made a mistake.
That thought, thankfully vanished almost as soon as it appeared for Ichi had taken one of Kakihara’s facial piercings between his teeth and was tugging at it none too gently. Kakihara realised now where this was going and he loved Ichi for it.
He hissed in pain as the ring which held that side of his face together was torn from his cheek, his skin flopping down below his jaw. Ichi rolled the ring around on the end of his tongue for a second then spat it on the floor and repeated the action with the ring on the other side of Kakihara’s face.
Ichi contemplated Kakihara’ce fce for some time, marvelling at the large flaps of skin, the way his jaw moved inside now that he could see without hindrance, how his bottom lip rested upside down on his chin now that there was nothing to hold it up. He smiled darkly, coming to a decision about his next move. Kakihara’s pulse raced, his head spun and his mutilated dick jumped and twitched. Whatever Ichi was planning he wished he’d get on with it, pain was beginning to consume him and he didn’t want to pass out before they got to the really good stuff.
As if reading the yakuza’s mind, Ichi reached out, grabbing a cheek in each hand and yanked hard at the drooping flesh, stretching it until it was so thin, so weak, that it snapped like a too taut rubber band.
Kakihara writhed desperately as the lower part of his face was peeled away. He screamed loudly and continually, making his throat raw and his lungs ache from the exertion. It seemed to take forever, Ichi was unmercifully slow, he wanted Kakihara to suffer as much as the yakuza did, he wanted to prolong this for as long as he could. His last few encounters had ended far too soon, his excitement having got the better of him but he knew he might never find another like Kakihara and he was determined to make the most of him.
Staring down at the lumps of raw meat in his hands, Ichi wondered if there was something he could do with them. Maybe he should gag Kakihara with them he thought, it would be sort of poetic, but then again he loved the screams of the blond yakuza and didn’t think he wanted to stop them so instead he wrapped the flesh around Kakihara’s mangled cock and began to jerk him off.
So dazed was Kakihara, so high on the combination of pain and pleasure that it took him several seconds to register what was happening to him. His dick burned deliciously as the slick bloody flesh of his cheek’s rasped against his open wounds. It wasnhe whe worst pain he’d ever felt, not by a long shot but it was unique and incredible and he was sure he could cum from the sensation if Ichi kept it up for just a few more minutes.
He didn’t though. When he sensed Kakihara was close, he moved his hand, letting the slabs of meat slide to the ground with a wet thud.
“Not yet.” He said. “Not like this. There’s better to come.”
TBC:
What happened next took him by complete surprise. A soft kiss was pressed against his lips, making him feel slightly uneasy. What was Ichi playing at? He didn’t want tenderness, this wasn’t about caring, this was about blood and pain and lust, a one night stand nothing more.
He tried to turn his head away, to break the kiss but Ichi slipped one hand around the back of his head, holding him firm. The kiss softened further, and eventually changed to a light nibble. Ichi’s mouth was moving, his tongue lapping gently at the corner of Kakihara’s mouth and outwards. Kakihara squirmed, the softness made him nauseous but he was helpless to do anything about it. Maybe, Ichi wasn’t the one he’d been looking for he thought, maybe he’d made a mistake.
That thought, thankfully vanished almost as soon as it appeared for Ichi had taken one of Kakihara’s facial piercings between his teeth and was tugging at it none too gently. Kakihara realised now where this was going and he loved Ichi for it.
He hissed in pain as the ring which held that side of his face together was torn from his cheek, his skin flopping down below his jaw. Ichi rolled the ring around on the end of his tongue for a second then spat it on the floor and repeated the action with the ring on the other side of Kakihara’s face.
Ichi contemplated Kakihara’ce fce for some time, marvelling at the large flaps of skin, the way his jaw moved inside now that he could see without hindrance, how his bottom lip rested upside down on his chin now that there was nothing to hold it up. He smiled darkly, coming to a decision about his next move. Kakihara’s pulse raced, his head spun and his mutilated dick jumped and twitched. Whatever Ichi was planning he wished he’d get on with it, pain was beginning to consume him and he didn’t want to pass out before they got to the really good stuff.
As if reading the yakuza’s mind, Ichi reached out, grabbing a cheek in each hand and yanked hard at the drooping flesh, stretching it until it was so thin, so weak, that it snapped like a too taut rubber band.
Kakihara writhed desperately as the lower part of his face was peeled away. He screamed loudly and continually, making his throat raw and his lungs ache from the exertion. It seemed to take forever, Ichi was unmercifully slow, he wanted Kakihara to suffer as much as the yakuza did, he wanted to prolong this for as long as he could. His last few encounters had ended far too soon, his excitement having got the better of him but he knew he might never find another like Kakihara and he was determined to make the most of him.
Staring down at the lumps of raw meat in his hands, Ichi wondered if there was something he could do with them. Maybe he should gag Kakihara with them he thought, it would be sort of poetic, but then again he loved the screams of the blond yakuza and didn’t think he wanted to stop them so instead he wrapped the flesh around Kakihara’s mangled cock and began to jerk him off.
So dazed was Kakihara, so high on the combination of pain and pleasure that it took him several seconds to register what was happening to him. His dick burned deliciously as the slick bloody flesh of his cheek’s rasped against his open wounds. It wasnhe whe worst pain he’d ever felt, not by a long shot but it was unique and incredible and he was sure he could cum from the sensation if Ichi kept it up for just a few more minutes.
He didn’t though. When he sensed Kakihara was close, he moved his hand, letting the slabs of meat slide to the ground with a wet thud.
“Not yet.” He said. “Not like this. There’s better to come.”
TBC: