Definate Yaoi/Slash warning for this fic... here's a take of Hirose based on _Obsession_ carried a bit farther...

"What have you done."

I smile at him. He seems so strong, and yet, so vulnerable. I have his heart, his love -- I own him now.

"What do you mean, Kouji? Why are you stopping by so late? You should be glad that I'm still in the office finishing up my work or else you would have missed me."

He knows -- good. That gives me even more power over him. After looking at him over my glasses, I take them off. Smiling even more now, I wait for him to speak.

"You... bastard. If you've hurt him, I will kill you. If you did anything at all to him... If you don't tell me where he is, I'll-"

His threats are so empty, so meaningless. We both know that I hold all the cards in this little game. I'd like to play some more, but not today. Stopping him with a gesture, I outline the rules for him.

"No threats, Kouji. You know better than that. I have your little toy, and I don't mind breaking him a bit to show you I'm serious. Do what I say and he won't be harmed. If you don't... I have orders out. If you harm me in any way, there are instructions for that as well. Do you understand me, Kouji?"

He nods, defeated. Even more so than when he had lost his voice, he is now totally beaten. Submissive on his knees before me. How nice...

"I understand... Hirose. I understand. Until he is safe, I will do as you say. But if he is harmed in any way..."

I nod in agreement, and then pick up the phone. Dialing a number, I watch as he sits cross-legged on the carpet. He is looking everywhere except at me -- plotting my murder, perhaps. Good to know that even after all this time, he doesn't change...

"Yes. Good. Follow the instructions I gave you before, but wait until you hear from me again. If you don't... yes, exactly. Good."

He is still not looking at me.

"Well, that's taken care of. Now, Kouji... what shall we do?"

I walk over to him. Kneeling in front of him, I stroke his soft hair before grabbing it and yanking his head back so that his face looks up at mine.

"Look at me when I speak to you, little brother. You will do exactly as I say... or else."

He gazes full into my eyes. His eyes -- they are as cold as ice, promising my death. They are beautiful, almost hypnotic in their intensity and rage: even more attractive because of the hate. They are mine now; I can possess all of him...

"Hirose, why? Why are you doing this? We just want to be left alone. Why can't you just let us be?"

Does he truly not realize? How could he not know of all the times that I've watched him, wanted him. Is he just trying to delay the inevitable? How unlike him...

"How could I let you be? You disobeyed me, dishonored our family. Dishonored our father and our budo. Besides... do you really think I would let you go to your little Izumi so easily as all that? Let him have you without a fight?"

His eyes have changed -- they are confused, uncomprehending. Why? I reach over and put my hands on his face, cupping his chin. I lower my lips upon his, and give him a slow kiss. A kiss that shows my ownership of him. Mine... he is mine.

He jerks back from me in shock. "What- what do you think you're doing? We're brothers... what the hell-"

He truly does not realize -- how could he not have? I could tell him how much I want him, need him. How much I've wanted him to be mine, wanted to posess the fire of his spirit, the strength of his body. But then I look into his face. His hatred of me, his contempt -- I see it in his eyes, in his soul. He does not want me at all; it never crossed his mind. I hide my hurt -- no, not hurt -- I hide any emotion I may feel. He is, and can only be just a toy to me.

"You know that you are to do whatever I want you to. I want your toy, and you're making me give it back -- so I want one in return. I think that you will do..."

I reach over and claim another kiss. He is stiff under me, unresponsive. That is not the way I want him. I want him to struggle, rage before I claim him.

"Kouji... It's not as if you don't have experience. Relax and enjoy it, hmm? Please me, and your little Izumi will be... unbroken."

I shove him down into the carpet, forcing another kiss on him. I feel him struggling now beneath me, trying to get me off. I hold him down as my tongue enters his mouth, forcing his mouth open as I violate him in this small way. His eyes have opened again, looking into mine. They are angry, telling me not to do this. A small smile touches my lips. Why would I stop? Can he truly not know what pleasure this power over him gives me?

"Don't pretend to be the ravished one here, Kouji. You and I both know exactly how much... experience you have in this area. Surely you can do better than that? Please try to remember what's at stake here. If you're not any fun, Takuto just might be..."

I feel him stiffen under me as he hears my threat. Then I am suddenly under him. His eyes tell me that I could be at his mercy so easily -- not as lover, but as prey. He pushes me down into the carpet as I had done before, and his grip puts bruises on my shoulders.

I smile. This is the way I want him... wild, passionate in his hate. A hint of pain in pleasure making it much more enjoyable. His grasp tightens as he looks down at me, his smile feral. No hint of any weakness or helplessness despite of his lover's predicament... oh, my strong Kouji.

"I am not anyone's toy... If I kill you now, what could you do?"

He carefully loosens his grip on my shoulders, keeping his weight on me. Slowly, he flexes his hands in front of my face, and then places them around my neck. His eyes promise me violence... I can't help but shudder at the wildness in his eyes.

"So Kouji... you want to kill me? Do it then. Just know exactly what you will sacrifice in your moment of rage... I may be dead, but I will destroy you one way or the other."

Death. For one moment, it touches me as he starts to tighten his grip on my neck. His expression is full of contempt as he stares down at me. Slowly, as if he didn't want to let go, he takes his hands off my neck. His tense form tells me he is only letting me go for his love. If it were just us, without my little insurance...

I laugh inwardly at him. Love -- it is a weakness that is to be exploited, unless it is between family. Family love, honor... that is duty, expected. That is the only one that should have any bearing on our life. Even Kouji should know that. Being so obsessed with his little lover -- how unwise. How like him.

"Good, little brother. Ggiving up so easily? I thought that we would have to fight..."

I lift my head and kiss him again. This time, his lips lock with mine in a duel for dominance. His eyes are hard, cold. As if he is beyond caring... I allow him to win this small victory, as I reach up and rip off his shirt, the buttons flying all over the carpet. Reaching up and touching his broad chest, I feel him unresponsive, stiff. Trying to make it merely mechanical... Oh, Kouji. Did you really think I would let you get away with merely that?

"Aggressive as always, Kouji. Good... I'd rather not have to play with a doll today..."

I reach down and unbutton his pants. He stiffens involuntarily, hissing a curse at me before relaxing. He stays on top of me like a dead weight, as if determined not to do anything that cannot be forced from him. I have had enough of this... I flip him over, putting him at my mercy. Has he forgotten that though he may be the genius at the Art, I am the one that has practiced every day for longer than he has been alive?

He has stopped struggling, merely lying there as I remove the rest of our clothing. A mere doll... it is not what I want, and I'm not ready to concede defeat yet. Our clothes are strewn around the room, and I stop to look at the body that blackmail has bought for me. Long and broad, it is a lover's body. It is not used to playing a sport or doing any sort of true work... it is the body of an artist, a dilettante. Beautiful and made for pleasure.

"Did you really think that all I want is you to just lie there? Don't think that I'm going to let you go that easily. Besides, my little brother... I want all of you. I want to hear you beg."

My hands run over him, memorizing every part of him. My lips follow, tasting, owning. He can't help but react, though I can tell he hates me and himself for doing so. I smile as my lips play with his nipples, loving the way they harden into sensitive little kernels. I don't miss the little moan he gives when I bite gently on one of them.

"Kouji. I see that you're... willing to play now. How nice. I wonder what Takuto would say if he knew what you were doing tonight..."

A little more torment to go with the pleasure... it strikes a fine balance between the guilt and sensation. He resists as I move lower. I tease, tantalize. He curses quietly as I kiss his inner thigh, moving up to where he doesn't want me go... up to where he can't help but want me to be. When my lips close upon him, his whole body locks. He moans as my lips play upon the sensitive organ, cursing me and him in the same breath.

He is beautiful as he writhes under me, as his eyes lose that detachment and descend into the human realm. They are pleading now... pleading for the end to the teasing torment? Or would he rather I stop completely, letting him go as if it were only a joke? Not now...

As I lift my head to look at him, he is now lost in the pleasure. He wants me now. I revel in the power -- he is mine and I will claim him. He moans, wanting my lips to go back, wanting release. I oblige him, leading him closer and closer to the edge before I stop once more.

"Little brother, doesn't Takuto do this with you? No, he doesn't seem the type to take charge. I bet you have to do all the work yourself. Maybe I'll find that out myself- Hmm... turn around, Kouji -- onto your hands and knees. Now."

His eyes are mingled now, with hatred and need as he realises what I've said. I look at him, and my eyes promise that nothing will happen to his toy if he pleases me. He tries to resist, but he is too lost in his need. On his hands and knees, he is quiet. Submissive, defeated... I didn't want him like this.

"Quick or slow, little brother? You seem to be enjoying this..."

Nothing seems to rouse his rage anymore. I have his body, but not his anger... For now, I am content with that. I put my fingers into his mouth, and I can feel his quickened breath upon my hand. Taking them out, I place them slowly, one after the other into his opening, stretching him out. He moans a little as my other hands starts to tease his still erect penis. Then I position myself, letting his penis go despite his inarticulate protests.

I thrust. He is all that I've dreamed... hot, tight. Pleasure is ruling me now as I start to penetrate him fully. I can feel him quiver under me, both in pain as in pleasure. His arms give out and he lies on his chest, moaning while he tries to pleasure himself.

Finally, I come. I collapse on top of him, my body ablaze with those forbidden sensations and pleasures. Pleasure for pleasure. I take him back in my mouth, where he also climaxes. We are both silent on the carpet for a moment, before he crawls out from under me to the other side of the room. I get up and walk over to him.

"Well... that was very nice, Kouji. You got over your silly inhibitions easily, didn't you? Ignoring me now? Well, I suppose you did well enough to buy your toy's freedom..."

As I walk over to the phone, I can hear him. He is moaning, whispering to himself. "Izumi... I'll kill him... I'll kill him if he does this to you... I'll do anything for you... I love you..." He kept on repeating it over and over, as if it were a mantra.

"I suppose that you are not going to be fun for the rest of the night, little brother. Stay the way you are, hmm?"

As I make the call to free the other boy, I watch his tight back as he rocks back and forth. He is beautiful... but he is not Kouji -- not like this. He is almost broken; a little shove would do it. But I won't. He would be nice to have as a little toy, but he is more fun to own as the proud, arrogant Kouji. Without the rage, the anger... he is not what I want to possess.

The one on the floor -- he is not worth my passion. I don't want him like this. I'll wait until the pieces are set up the way I want for when I can own his soul along with his body. I'll wait... But for now, I'll let him go back to his life with that other and just watch. He'll always know that I could have kept him, and chose to let him go. He'll know that I've possessed him, owned him... That he wanted me during that passion, wanted my touch. That is enough for now.

I get dressed and pile Kouji's clothes near him. The buttons would have to be picked up before Akihito gets here. My other little brother... I'll have to protect him from this, make sure nothing like this ever happens to him, the innocent that he is. I suppose that he's my weak point, of a sort... but I will make sure that he is safe, safer than Kouji can keep his weakness.

"Kouji. Get dressed and leave. There is a car waiting outside for you and Takuto will be waiting for you when you get back home. Don't tell any of this night... unless you want to."

A small smile touches my lips as he breaks out of his little daze. A glare of hatred... yes, that is my fiery Kouji. It wouldn't be any fun possessing a doll, would it?

"And brother... stop by anytime. I've had such an interesting time with you tonight."

---Finis---

Last updated: 7/30/98