愛の嵐 (part 3)

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Title: 愛の嵐

Author: krystalkatz & Trickytricia

Rating: G

Length: Chaptered

Genre: Au, Romance, dark themes

Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki, Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari

Disclaimer: This is a joint fiction between me and my amazing sister-in-law we only own the plot.

Sakurai glared at the wall, anger building in his chest. After the boy had fainted again the doctor had done a full analysis of his condition and the results were enough to make Sakurai almost boil with anger. The doctor suspected that the boy had suffered years of abuse, he suggested that the even the memory loss was due to ‘programming’ he had received. The doctor told him to treat him as gently as he possibly could and to even ‘help him’ by trying to find out where he belonged. Sakurai nodded, he would find the person that did this and he would make them suffer.

He was considered a bastard in the finical world, ruthless and unfeeling but he would never treat another human like that. Even his old friend Matsumoto who got his sexual kicks from tying up his lover and hurting him wouldn’t do that. He picked up the phone about to call his friend and ask to speak to the ‘brat’. If the kid that was in his spare bedroom was in a ‘willing abusive’ relationship like those two, surely they would know.

He had almost finished dialling the number when he heard a scream and a thump through the door. He dropped the phone and ran into the room, getting his answer when he saw the kid having a panic attack on the bed.

“Calm down… You’re having a panic attack” Sakurai said coming to sit on the bed holding the boys shoulders lightly and forcing him to look at him. “Breathe deeply…Like this…” Sakurai said sucking in air through his nostrils and let it out through his mouth. The boy copied him quickly, his chest raising up and down as he slowly started to calm down. “That’s good…” The boy reminded him of a Labrador he had once and he half smiled to himself patting the kid’s head lightly as the boy continued to take steady breaths “It’s okay… I promise we’ll find out where you belong okay?” he told him while adding in his heart ‘And make him pay for every single thing he’s done to you’. He reached up slowly, pausing when he saw him flinch, when he relaxed slightly he wiped the boy’s tears away with his thumb and the boy turned to Miu who was patting herself down.

The boy apologised lightly and the housekeeper gave a bright grin telling him that it was okay and that she would get him something to eat. After the house keeper had left, Sakurai became startlingly aware of how close he was to the frightened teenager. He got up from the bed quickly

“Tomorrow I’ll get the best people to look into it for you… But until then we can’t just keep calling you ‘You’… So for now I’ll call you Masaki, okay?” He said softly smiling as the boy blinked. He really was a lot like his old pet.

The next morning he looked in on Masaki smiling as he saw the teenager sleeping peacefully. He pulled out his phone and took as many photos as he could without disturbing the boy. He got ready and instead of going to work he went to see his old friend. When he had called Matsumoto’s office they told him that he had taken the day off so he headed to his friends home.

Matsumoto Jun was the golden boy of the criminal justice system. He had put away more murderers and rapists than anyone else. He had the face to match his perfect image. Right now though that image would be completely ruined, he looked like a devil or at least a vampire, in a black shirt and tight trousers. Sakurai noted that there was what looked like blood on his bottom lip.

“Master” He heard Ninomiya breath loudly from the direction of the bedroom and Sakurai shuddered to think what was going on in there, Matsumoto though just gave a smirk slamming the bedroom door shut,

“You’re really are still doing that shit?” Sakurai asked and Matsumoto shrugged

“It’s all consensual… Nino likes it as much as I do…” He said touching the key that was on a chain around his neck licking the blood from his lips lightly

“What about if it wasn’t consensual?” Sakurai asked bitterly thinking about Masaki.

“That would be rape…” Matsumoto agreed without question and his eyes narrowed “I hope you’re not talking about us…”

“No, there’s a boy in my apartment…” Sakurai said, he didn’t understand Matsumoto and Ninomiya’s relationship but he did understand that they loved each other and anything that went on between them was completely consensual.

“About time” His friend said and Sakurai bit back a retort, he had interrupted an intimate moment and he felt that he deserved some abuse, he suspected that Ninomiya would be getting the brunt of his friends anger though. “So this has something to do with why you’re here?”

“A kid fell in front of my car yesterday, when I took him home to see a doctor we discovered something…” Sakurai said pulling out the phone and showing him the photo’s he had taken of Masaki while he was passed out. Matsumoto took the phone letting out a soft hiss his eyes narrowing

“None of this shit was consensual” He said deep anger burning in his voice. “There are defensive wounds on his arms… I mean the kid could be new to it but… No…”

“I don’t think it is either” Sakurai sighed “His reaction is something like a POW. The doctor said he might have even been programmed to lose his memories”

“There are ways… Not way’s I’ve ever used…” Matsumoto chewed his lip  his eyes flickering to the bedroom door “If you’re looking for who might have done this I’m not the one you should be asking…You know I’m not the submissive…”

“Would Ninomiya know?” Sakurai asked hopefully

“You know we don’t all know each other, but Nino’s been around he might have heard something” Matsumoto said his eyes going back to the phone before handing it back to him and taking the key from around his neck “Wait here”

When Matsumoto had disappeared into the bedroom, Sakurai made himself a drink and sat down at the table looking around. On nearly every wall there was a photo of the brat. He and Matsumoto hadn’t always been just friends, until about 10 years ago they were lovers. He had always been aware of Matsumoto’s ‘tastes’ in the bedroom. It had been the reason for their break up, Matsumoto had tried to curb his desires when they had been together but slowly it had driven a wedge between them. At first Sakurai had tried to do some of the things Matsumoto liked, like being tied up but he couldn’t give up his control and they had decided they were better as friends. Matsumoto had floated around with different guys for a while and then a year ago he had met Ninomiya at some club somewhere and they had hit off. Only six weeks into their ‘dating’ Ninomiya had moved in. Sakurai had been worried at first but he did have to admit with Ninomiya in his life he looked happier than ever.

The bedroom door opened and Ninomiya and Matsumoto came out. Sakurai tried to ignore the fact that Ninomiya was only wearing a large shirt over a pair of boxers. His hair was a mess and there was a cut visible on his chest, but unlike Masaki there was no trace of fear in his face just a smirk on his lips, Sakurai also noticed that the key was on its chain around his throat now. Matsumoto went to make a drink while Sakurai ran through what was going on. He was surprised when the brat’s eyes lost their smirk as he looked at the photo.

“This isn’t what we do” He said after a while “This looks… I dunno… Real…”

“You don’t know anyone that would do that?” Sakurai asked hopefully and Ninomiya shook his head.

“Fuck no, if anyone even tried to do that… In our ‘world’ you hear rumours about people being good ‘masters’ or ‘slaves’. I mean before I got with Matsumoto-sama I heard that he was a good master…” Ninomiya stopped talking for a minute taking a deep breath and throwing down the phone before he continued “Slaves like me only do this because we want to… I want to be dominated… I want Matsumoto-sama to cut me and hit me, I get off on it just like he gets off by doing it, if I said stop though…”

“I would stop” Matsumoto continued instantly handing his lover/slave a drink and then standing behind him playing with his hair.

“Whoever was doing that to this kid isn’t a master in the sense that I would understand it, this guy wouldn’t want a willing slave like me…”

“So in other words this is pointless, you can’t help?”

“Yes and no… He might remember his memories of his master if he was talking to another slave” Matsumoto said and Sakurai watched with an almost festination as the lawyer gripped Ninomiya’s hair tightly between his fingers and pulled his head back painfully. Ninomiya let out a moan but it was a breathy noise, one of desire more than fear or pain. “We get Nino to talk to him”

TBC

a/n: erm…  the MatsuMiya relationship in this is a bit weirder than I’ve ever written before and there will be side chapters for them (I can’t resist MatsuMiya) I hope you’ll enjoy it though ^.^