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The sound of metal clattering and clinking together echoed dully throughout the barren room, devoid of light and warmth. The room's original purpose, he did not know- cold, stale, smelling of copper and sticky with dried blood. It was a room that brought no comfort, only eerie silence.
His healthy hand idly caressed the cold metal of the chains attached to his neck, standing in waiting in the middle of the room. He disliked it here- it was unclean, cold. But to Komaeda, it was a splendid room. Nobody knew of it; only those two.
Thus, when his desires called, and he'd have no choice but to answer, he'd find himself here; and somehow, he would always find him. How splendid- how wonderful. How lucky he was.
His body jolted at the sound of the door, big as it was heavy, whining loudly on its hinges as it opened to reveal a sight that made his heart pound.
His scarlet eyes stared back at him with no warmth or affection. No familiarity or friendliness. Just cold. Just blank. Staring into those eyes always made his stomach drop with dread. But it was such a nice feeling.
It made him want to throw up.
He let the door slam closed behind him; Komaeda's heartbeat rang so loudly in his ears it drowned out the sound, and light was once again no more. It was just them, alone.
"Kamu-" He began to speak, though what he was about to say, he did not know. The next thing he knew was that he lay sprawled across the filthy ground, blood pooling on the floor below him, pain ringing from his left jaw. Not one for words, huh? His stomach twisted with glee.
He had no chance to recover as a foot was violently swung into his stomach; the force of it bringing vomit to his mouth as he choked, gagged and sputtered. His arm was grabbed in a vice grip that he knew would leave bruises as another fist swung into his other cheek.
A wet, gurgled laugh escaped his bloody lips as his head swam in pain- wonderful, divine pain. It hurt terribly, wonderfully.
Sweetly his body ached and sang as punch and kick was thrown- his vision swam, darkness closing in as he panted and moaned. He had no chance to think, or breathe, or comprehend what was happening to him- just pain, just blood, just Kamukura.
This. This is what he wanted, needed. It felt so good, so right. He was covered in blood, vomit and sweat as he lay there, feeling less than human on the sticky dirty floor. Fitting, for trash like him.
It took him a while to process that the beating had ceased. Slowly, his blackened vision revealed the sight before him; he was still there, standing above him. Pants echoed through the room, his lungs gasping for air. It was never enough. It felt wonderful.
The breath left him as he was pulled up into the air by his collar, suddenly face-to-face with his beloved. He stared back, silently. Always so quiet. Komaeda stared back, entranced. He sputtered, unable to breathe as his throat was clamped down on. Was he going to die? Was he going to die by the hands of his beloved? What a lovely ending, a far better ending than anything he felt he deserved. But...
Kamukura leaned forward, taking his cut open and bloodied lips into a chaste kiss; staring with empty eyes all the while. His heart sang with joy. How sublime, how lovely, how wonderful.
And then everything faded away.
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?? years later
"Mmmh... mm?" His vision came back slowly, being met with mismatched eyes staring back. At once his heart felt at ease; he sighed, content. He felt warm, so warm. There was a pleasant scent in the air, it smelled of soap.
"How are you feeling?" Hinata asked as he swiped back the hair stuck to his face, caressing his cheek with his thumb.
"...Mm... good..." He felt his body jolt as the chest he laid on move with gentle laughter.
"Still out of it, huh?" He could almost hear the smile on his lips. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into his neck, wrapping his tired arms around him.
And then, pain.
His abdomen ached terribly. He let out a breath, looked down, and saw the bruising that was already beginning to appear. Or maybe it was the old bruises still visible; he didn't know. It didn't matter.
Heat rushed to his cheeks as he smiled. "Hinata-kun... always makes me feel good." He giggled into his neck, half-delirious. The hot bath water against his bruised skin felt nice.
"Come on, let's get you clean." So Hinata said. Komaeda remained only half-awake through the whole thing, being too relaxed and sleepy to bother staying awake. Eventually he was forcefully awoken so he could help Hinata put on his clothes.
He laid on the bed, with freshly clean sheets, and sighed, content. He felt himself slipping into sleep, before he felt a hand hike the shirt up across his stomach to his chest, and he opened his eyes.
Chapped lips touched the purple and blue skin softly, gently; lovingly. Kiss after kiss was laid upon his fragile skin, each one filled with love and affection. His head swam with the two sides of Hinata. The one that would beat him senseless, scar and bruise him mercilessly- and then patch him up, and kiss his bloodied skin and lips. He was perfect.
The kisses trailed up across his chest, gentle licks and bites, up to his neck and eventually face. Komaeda couldn't help but giggle- his soft kisses always felt just a bit ticklish.
"How do you feel?" Hinata asked.
"Amazing." Komaeda replied. Hinata smiled warmly at him.
"Get to sleep. You need to heal." Hinata climbed into bed beside him, carefully pulling him into an embrace.
Komaeda fell asleep with the smell of citrus on his nose and pain ringing in his body.
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