Mine

The man had pinned his victim down hard on the floor on his face as he pushed the revolver nose harder and deeper into his victim's neck. Feilong twitched a bit under his grasp but remained quiet.

"I know exactly how to subdue men of your sorts", Asami smirked, as he slid the gun down the man's backside slowly, till finally he pushed it up hard against the man's bottom.

Feilong felt a sudden flush as his nose and ears reddened and swelled up. He felt his breath deepen and strain.

"However," Asami continued, keeping his grip firm, "I resisted doing that seven years ago, but not this time."

This time Feilong felt a rumble in his guts. He twitched and turned in Asami's grasp and gasped for breath as he did so. However, Asami did not let go.

"I'm sorry," Feilong finally gasped, "I'm sorry I messed with you or your property but that's when it seemed right. I feel sorry now as I shouldn't have tested your limits. I've fought you before, I know I don't stand a chance against you in single combat *gasp* please let go, I'll hand you over the thing you're here for please...

Asami turned his prey around and looked into his flushed face and smirked.

"I so longed for this, you've absolutely no idea."

Feilong's breath froze. What on earth have I gotten myself into... His heart stopped as he imagined.

Asami slowly unbuttoned his victim's shirt as he said,"I didn't have the intention to let go of you in the first place. I saved your life. So, it belongs only to me. My wound marks on your body do nothing but mark you as mine. You're the one I sought out to own all this while even as you ran away from me... But things began to change shape when you started to chase me instead. I thought thence I'd just play along. I'd somehow always known

He whipped open Feilong's shirt at this point. A breeze of cold air hit his naked chest and he flinched in pain as his wound ached.

Asami... FeiLong's mind muttered instinctively. Just as every time his wound ached he thought about the person who gave it to him. Asami touched his wound and stroked it carefully.

"Does it hurt that badly?" He asked gently.

"Nhn..." Feilong answered vaguely.

Asami smirked.

He touched further down his stomach and lower stomach and further down still.

Feilong didn't struggle. He knew there was no use. He didn't win against this man then, he couldn't now. He simply lay back as Asami touched his most intimate and private parts. He entered his fingers into him soon after to which he noticed Feilong betray a light blush and an aversion of his face to hide it.

Asami bent down and kissed his lips.

"Open your mouth," he ordered as he withdrew.

Feilong silently obeyed.

Asami dug his tongue deep into his mouth and kissed him deeply and dearly.

Feilong clearly felt he meant more to him than a play-doll. He reciprocated the kiss passionately. He always had it in his heart to belong to this man, give himself away to him and trust him with his very life. And to be able to expect the same kind of love and trust in return.

But he never could bring himself up to saying that to a player like him. Strangely however, Player as he was, even back then there was a comfort and eternal love in his arms that was really hard to find.

After he was done kissing Feilong, Asami withdrew. He pricked his left nipple lightly with his teeth to which the latter let out a little whelp.

"I'll take you home with me," Asami asserted as he drew a long duct tape from his coats and tied up Feilong's hands and feet down.

He made a quick call and announced the room number into it.

He then whipped a small bottle from his pockets and removed its cap. A strong smell hit Feilong's nose. He tried to avert his face but Asami held him by the chin and forced the bottle into his nose. Feilong tried to pull away again, less vigorously this time. Again his nose was forced into the bottle. He finally gave up and took it all in. And soon he passed out.

When Feilong awoke the first thing he felt was suffocated. He felt not enough air was entering into his lungs all the while that he had been out. His hurting and throbbing head that promised to give way any minute didn't help of course. He tried very hard to remember what happened last. His memory seemed to be totally wiped clean. He sat up on the bed. He noticed his clothes -most of them- were missing.

In a jolt he remember some of the things in a haze-- the capturing, the molestation, the struggle, the smelling salt-- and something more --- was it a flight? Or was it over water? It was impossible to tell if what he'd felt and remembered was just a hazy trance or reality. Sedating drugs were heavily hallucinative after all. His hands were not tied. He was not surprised. Asami always tried to make his victim's positions not so obvious. The first thing he looked for was his phone. Surprisingly he found it just over the dressing table. As though he had himself casually kept it there. He turned it on and it said 'no network'. He tried to open his contacts but everything was wiped squeaky clean. Dammit, Asami and his insipid mind games, Feilong swore under his breath. He had known Asami for too long to be amused.

He walked down in a towel robe around his body and casually turned the door handle. Locked. As I thought, he sighed.

"Where has he brought me?" He thought out loud. He knew almost all of Asami's apartments. Again, 'almost' because it wasn't possible to remember all 550 of them across the world, but he tried really hard.

Could it be Japan? No, it'd be risky in his hometown. It's definitely not China. Manhattan? He talked about that to him once. But somehow the view beneath the 18th floor didn't seem like that of the States. It was a developed city, no doubt, but it was short of the ultimate posh. He quit after a few more vague guesses. What difference would it make anyway.

But worst of all his mind couldn't make out what Asami wanted with him.

They were business partners at one time. Yes, but something happened and they weren't together anymore. Then what? In an attempt to tease Ryuichi Feilong had played a few tricks. That's it. Was he so pissed that he'd make him suffer for that for the rest of his life?

His head hurt to over think. And before he knew it he sank back into Asami's comfortable bed. The AC was turned on just at the right temperature and the soon the suffocation gave way to the smell of sweet lavender in the hall freshener mixed with the aroma of the scented candles, and before Feilong knew it, he fell asleep again.

The next time he woke up he wasn't alone in the room. He heard small clicks and metallic clanks as though someone was casually working around the room. He kept his eyes tightly closed though he felt his deafening heartbeat would easily betray him.

"You can't stay asleep forever, you know...", a painfully familiar voice rang out in the usual, gentle tone as though he were addressing a woman rather than his prisoner. It was one of the most maddening traits about this guy.

"A--Asami", Feilong sat up as he gasped.

He held his head because something felt as if it were hitting him from the inside, wanting to get out.

Ryuichi came closer to him and sat beside him on the bed. He gently touched his face and made him look into his eyes.

"The drugs didn't suit you well, I see," there was concern in his voice.

Feilong looked blankly at Asami and asked rather bluntly, "What do you want from me?"

Asami gave him a silent gaze that was so familiar with him, a gaze that seemed as though it pierced the very soul.

He touched Feilong's long hair and put it behind his ear. He then slowly undid Feilong's towel cloak and touched him on his chest.

A bright blush immediately lit up on Feilong's nose and ears and he protested,

"Hey! I thought I asked you a question... I'm not a doll you know--" before he could say any further the former kissed his lips in a full kiss and shut him out.

He then pushed him onto the bed and had his way with him, sometimes letting him beg, at other times gagging him up.

When it was over, and Feilong was left panting and huffing, Asami softly whispered into his ear, "That's what I wanted from you."

He slid into the cover next to him and pulled him closer by the waist, "For all these years I wanted you. Dreadfully badly. But your father would somehow always get in our way. I didn't want to disrespect him or you at that situation. So, I avoided molesting you even at times of confrontation. But now, not anymore. Whether you like it or not, you're mine. "

The way Ryuichi put it, it made Feilong feel like a piece of furniture. Even if the chair was to be placed at the grand hotel in a seven-star hotel, that wasn't because it chose to be.

Feilong turned away his face as he felt shamed for being thought of as an object, yet again. In all his life, all people ever knew him as, was the “Wild flower on the High Lofts”, no one had ever taken the efforts to see the lonely person hidden behind those beautiful petals, and it ached Feilong’s heart to know that somewhere, deep down, the man he had accepted in his soul as his own should feel the exact same about him as all the other men. It pained him deeply.

Asami was the exact opposite of Feilong, be in personality or in process of thought. His mind was always crystal clear as to his intentions, his method of action as well as his next move. He knew very well that Feilong wanted, from the very bottom of his heart, to be owned by him. Maybe he was even desperate for it, the fact was very evident in the pleading moans of satisfaction the latter would let out every time Asami even so much as touched him. But he knew Feilong too well not to know that it was his habit to keep pushing things away because he wasn’t ready. Also, he had a fetish for blaming Asami, that Asami very strangely found cute.

But as they say, Opposites Attract, certainly no one could have heard of a worse instance than this. FeiLong, the ethereal beauty, had in his bearing a dignity that almost bordered on the divine. Asami, on the other hand, had the heart of a Beast, he could kill and be killed with no sign of regret or remorse on his facial features. How this ruthless beast could ensnare his paws around such a Being of the Beyond, it was hard to imagine.