Chapter 2: Theme Stated
The basement was a labyrinth of Ankoku's meticulous planning, a sanctuary he had crafted for Ombre's safety and his own peace of mind. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint tang of metal from the handcuffs and chains that Ankoku had stowed away in a hidden compartment. The room was bathed in a soft, dim light, courtesy of the old, yellowed lamps that hung from the ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
Ankoku descended the creaking wooden stairs, his footsteps echoing through the silence. The basement was his domain, a place where he could control every aspect of his life and the lives of those around him.
It was a sanctuary, a place where he could keep Ombre safe and protected from the world outside. He had spent countless hours preparing this space, making sure it was comfortable and inviting for Ombre. He had filled it with his favorite things, his favorite books, his favorite toys, and even his favorite plush toy, a small, worn-out cat that he had had since he was a child.
He walked over to the bed, where Ombre was still curled up, his body shaking with sobs. He had to be careful, had to make sure he didn't cause any more damage.
He knew Ombre was fragile, both physically and emotionally, and he didn't want to push him too far. He had to be patient, had to give Ombre time to process what had just happened.
Ankoku finished cleaning Ombre's wounds, his touch gentle and careful. He then grabbed a tray of food from the dumbwaiter. It had toasted bread that had tuna spread on it and a bowl of rice with rice seasoning on it. One of Ombre's favorites.
Ankoku placed the tray on the nightstand next to the bed, the clinking of the dishes breaking the silence. Ombre flinched at the sound, his body tensing as if expecting another attack. Ankoku's heart ached at the sight, but he knew he had to be patient.
"Here," Ankoku said softly, gesturing to the tray. "I thought you might be hungry. You haven't eaten in hours."
Ombre looked at the tray, then back at Ankoku, his eyes filled with uncertainty. I'm not hungry," he whispered, his voice hoarse from crying.
Ankoku nodded, understanding. "I know," he said, his voice gentle.
"But you need to eat something. You've been through a lot, and your body needs the energy to heal."
Ombre looked down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting with the cuffs. "I can't... I can't eat right now, Ankoku. Not with these on."
Ankoku's expression softened, and he reached out, gently taking Ombre's hand in his. "I know it's hard, sweetheart. But you have to trust me. I wouldn't put you in danger."
Ombre looked away from him, hiding himself with the plush blanket Ankoku gave him, "Leave me alone." His voice was barely a whisper, and his eyes were filled with a mix of fear and anger. Ankoku could see the turmoil in his best friend's eyes, and it broke his heart.
Ankoku sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew he had to give Ombre space, to let him process what had just happened. He stood up, walking over to the small table in the corner where he had set up his laptop and a stack of books.
He turned on his laptop. He decided it would be better to work on his business, his model, acting, and fashion business. It be better than waiting for Ombre to trust him again.
He had always been good at distracting himself with work, and this was no different. He opened his laptop, the screen casting a soft glow on his face as he began to scroll through his emails.
He could hear Ombre's soft sniffles from the bed, and it made his heart ache. He wanted to go to him, to comfort him, but he knew that Ombre needed space. He had to respect that, even if it killed him to see his best friend in so much pain.
He worked for what felt like hours, his eyes scanning through documents and spreadsheets, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he responded to emails and made plans for upcoming projects.
Eventually, he saw Ombre eating the food he brought the poor man.
Ankoku smiled to himself, satisfied that his best friend was taking care of himself. He continued to work, occasionally glancing over at Ombre, who had since curled up under the blankets, his eyes closed.
After some time, Ombre stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on Ankoku. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Ankoku...?" His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
Ankoku looked up from his laptop, his eyes meeting Ombre's. "Yes, sweetheart?" he replied, his voice gentle.
Ombre bit his lip, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "Can...
can I have some water?" He looked away from Ankoku, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and embarrassment.
Ankoku's heart went out to him. He knew that Ombre was still scared and hurt, but he was also thirsty. But he didn't ask correctly.
"You have to say, "May I have some water?", darling." Ankoku's voice was gentle, coaxing. "You know better than that. Manners cost nothing."
Ombre looked down, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "May I have some water, please?"
Ankoku smiled, pleased with Ombre's correction. "Of course, sweetheart." He stood up, walking over to the small fridge tucked away in the corner. He poured a glass of water, the sound of the liquid filling the silence of the room.
He walked back to the bed, handing the glass to Ombre. Their fingers brushed, and Ombre flinched, pulling away as if burned.
Ankoku's heart ached at the sight, but he didn't let it show. He placed the glass on the nightstand, stepping back to give Ombre some space.
Ombre took a sip, his eyes never leaving Ankoku. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ankoku nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're welcome, sweetheart." He pet Ombre head, before going back to work.
He knew he had to be patient, had to give Ombre time to heal and trust him again. He also knew that he had to be careful, had to make sure that he didn't push Ombre too far too fast.
He worked for a few more hours, occasionally glancing over at Ombre who had since fallen back asleep. He looked peaceful, his breathing steady and even. Ankoku felt a sense of relief wash over him. At least he was resting.
Suddenly, Ombre stirred, his eyes flying open as he let out a cry of terror. Ankoku looked up from his laptop, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw the fear in Ombre's eyes.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Ombre's breath was coming in short gasps, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape. "I... I had a nightmare," he stammered, his voice shaking. He knew that Ombre had been through a lot, and that his past experiences had left him with deep-seated fears. He stood up, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to Ombre.
"It's okay," Ankoku said softly, his voice gentle. He gentle pushed Ombre to his chest, petting his head.
"Shh, it's just a dream. You're safe now. I'm here with you." Ankoku's voice was soothing, his heart aching at the sight of Ombre so terrified.
Ombre buried his face in Ankoku's chest, his body shaking with sobs. "It was... it was them," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "They were chasing me, and I couldn't get away. I was trapped, and they were going to hurt me again."
Ankoku's grip on Ombre tightened, his jaw clenching as he thought about the people who had hurt his best friend in the past. He vowed to himself that he would never let anyone hurt Ombre again.
He would protect him, no matter what it took.
Ombre's breathing began to slow, his body relaxing as he clung to Ankoku. "You're here," he whispered, his voice filled with relief. "You won't let them hurt me."
Ankoku's heart swelled with love and protectiveness. "Never," he promised, his voice firm. "I will always be here for you, Ombre. You are safe with me."
Ombre looked up at him, his red and purple eyes filled with gratitude. "I know," he said softly. "I trust you, Ankoku."
Ankoku smiled, his thumb gently wiping away a tear from Ombre's cheek. "Good," he said. He gently tucked Ombre back into the bed, putting the chains on him.
Ombre flinched slightly, but he didn't protest. Ankoku knew that Ombre was still healing, both physically and emotionally, and he had to be patient.
Ankoku sat back down at his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He wanted to continue working, to keep his mind occupied, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest. He looked over at Ombre, who was now curled up under the blankets, his breathing steady and even.
He decided to take a break, to give himself a moment to clear his head. He stood up, walking over to the small fridge in the corner.
He grabbed a beer, popping the cap off and taking a long swig. The cool liquid slid down his throat, helping to calm his nerves.
He leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving Ombre. He watched as his best friend slept, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked so peaceful, so innocent.
Ankoku groaned, maybe he should jack off for a while.
He hadn't had sex in a long time, and he was feeling horny. He looked at Ombre, sleeping peacefully, and felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't do that with Ombre here, it would be disrespectful.
He decided to take a shower instead. He walked over to the small bathroom tucked away in the corner of the basement. The room was small, but it had everything he needed. A toilet, a sink, and a shower stall.
He turned on the water, letting it heat up before stepping inside. The hot water felt good on his skin, washing away the stress and tension of the day. He stood under the spray, his eyes closed, letting the water cascade over him.
He sat on the toilet, unzipping his pants.
He pulled out his already hard cock, stroking it gently. He closed his eyes, imagining Ombre's soft lips wrapped around it, his tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace.
He could hear Ombre's soft snores from the other room, and it only served to fuel his fantasy. He imagined Ombre on his knees, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes, begging to taste him.
He felt his orgasm building, his breath coming in short gasps. He bit his lip, trying to hold back, but it was no use. With a final stroke, he came, his seed spilling out onto the floor.
That's when he heard chains moving to the bathroom... Oh shoot, that was Ombre!
Ankoku quickly cleaned himself up, zipping up his pants as he stepped out of the shower stall. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist as he walked back into the main room of the basement.
Ombre was standing by the bathroom door, his eyes wide with surprise. "Ankoku... what were you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ankoku felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. I was just taking a shower," he stammered, running a hand through his wet hair.
"Oh... okay..." He said, "I just wanted to brush my teeth, is that okay?" Ombre asked, his voice soft and hesitant. Ankoku nodded, trying to hide his discomfort. "Of course, sweetheart. Just be careful with the chains, okay?" He watched as Ombre carefully made his way to the bathroom, his movements slow and deliberate. He could see the tension in Ombre's shoulders, the way he kept his body rigid and stiff as if expecting another attack at any moment. It broke Ankoku's heart to see his best friend like this, but he knew he had to be patient. He had to give Ombre time to heal and trust him again. He sat back down at his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
He blushed, wanting to jack off again.
He was still horny, and the sight of Ombre's innocent face was not helping. He decided to distract himself with work again. He opened his laptop and started to work on his business plans, trying to push the thoughts of Ombre out of his mind.
After a while, Ombre came out of the bathroom, his face clean and his hair damp. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on Ankoku. "Ankoku... can I... can I play my guitar?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ankoku cussed in his head, "Yeah.... I just need a moment to myself upstairs, yeah?" Ankoku sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. He knew he should be more patient, but the tension was getting to him. He stood up, walking over to the bed where Ombre was still sitting, his guitar in his lap.
"Of course, sweetheart," Ankoku said, his voice gentle. "I'll be right back. Just... just don't go anywhere, okay?" Ombre nodded, his eyes downcast. Ankoku could see the fear in his eyes, the way he kept his body tense and rigid as if expecting another attack at any moment.
He moaned quietly, his frustration building. He wanted to help Ombre, to make him feel safe and secure, but he knew that he had to be patient. He couldn't rush Ombre into trusting him again. He had to give him time, and he had to be careful not to push him too far too fast.
He needs to jack off again.
He can't help it. The sight of Ombre's innocent face, the way he bites his lip when he's nervous, it all drives Ankoku wild. He knows he should be more patient, but the tension is getting to him. He decides to take another shower, hoping the hot water will help him relax.
As he steps into the shower stall, he can't help but think about Ombre. He imagines him in here with him, water cascading down their bodies as they explore each other. He groans, his cock already hard at the thought. He grabs it, stroking it gently as he leans against the cool tile wall.
He grabs the shower head, pulling it down and turning it on. The fast hot water presses against his cock.
He closes his eyes, imagining it's Ombre's mouth, his tongue swirling around the head. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in short gasps. He can hear Ombre's soft snores from the other room, and it only serves to fuel his fantasy. He imagines Ombre on his knees, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes, begging to taste him.
He feels his orgasm building, his grip tightening. He bites his lip, trying to hold back, but it's no use. With a final stroke, he comes, his seed mixing with the water at his feet. He leans against the wall, panting, trying to catch his breath.
He can't believe he just did that, again. And he wants more.
He wants to feel Ombre's soft lips wrapped around his cock, to feel his tongue swirling around the head. He wants to fuck his mouth, to hear him gag and choke on his length. He wants to see him on his knees, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes, begging for more.
He steps out of the shower, his cock still hard and throbbing. He towels off quickly, not bothering to dry himself completely. He wants to feel the dampness on his skin, wants to feel every sensation as he takes what he wants.
He walks back into the main room of the basement, his eyes scanning the room until they land on Ombre.
He was asleep, tucked into his plush bed.
Ankoku's heart pounded in his chest as he approached, his cock already hard and aching. He wanted Ombre, wanted to feel his soft lips wrapped around his cock, to feel his tongue swirling around the head. He wanted to fuck his mouth, to hear him gag and choke on his length. He wanted to see him on his knees, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes, begging for more.
Ankoku's breath hitched as he reached the bed, his eyes locked onto Ombre's sleeping form. He could see the rise and fall of his chest, the soft curve of his lips as he breathed. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Ombre's cheek.
The touch was gentle, barely a whisper of skin against skin. But it was enough to stir Ombre from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Ankoku's. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, nothing but the soft sound of their breathing filling the room.
Then, Ombre's eyes widened in realization. "Ankoku... what are you doing?" His eyes flicked down to Ankoku's cock, hard and throbbing, and back up to meet his gaze.
Ankoku didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down, his hands gripping Ombre's shoulders and pushing him back onto the bed.
Ombre's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist. But he also saw something else, something that made Ankoku's heart race with desire. Ombre asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't. He was too consumed by the sight of Ombre, too lost in the desire that was coursing through his veins. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Ombre's ear. "I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll scream my name."
Ombre's eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching in his throat. "Ankoku... I... I can't... I'm not ready," he stammered, his voice shaking with fear and uncertainty.
Ankoku's grip on Ombre's shoulders tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're going to be ready," he growled, his voice filled with determination. "I'm going to make you ready."
He leaned down, his lips crashing against Ombre's in a fierce, passionate kiss. Ombre's mouth was soft and sweet, his lips parting easily under Ankoku's assault.
Ankoku's tongue pushed into his mouth, exploring and tasting, as his hands roamed over Ombre's body, feeling the soft curves and hard planes. Ombre's hands fluttered up to Ankoku's shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of his sweater, but he didn't push Ankoku away. Instead, he melted into the kiss, his body relaxing as he let Ankoku take control.
Ankoku's hands moved to Ombre's chest, his fingers tracing the outline of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Ombre shivered, his breath hitching as Ankoku's thumbs brushed against the hard peaks.
Ankoku broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Ombre's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Ombre's head fell back, exposing his throat, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Ankoku's hands moved lower, unbuttoning Ombre's shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He leaned back, his eyes roaming over Ombre's body, taking in the smooth skin and the soft curves. Ombre's chest was heaving, his nipples hard and begging for attention.
Ankoku leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick one of the hard peaks. Ombre gasped, his back arching off the bed as Ankoku's mouth closed around the sensitive nub.
Ankoku's tongue swirled and flicked, teasing and torturing, as his hands roamed lower, popping open the button of Ombre's jeans.
"Ankoku... please..." Ombre panted, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. Ankoku looked up, his eyes dark and hungry. "Please what, sweetheart?" he growled. "Tell me what you want."
Ombre bit his lip, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I want you to touch me," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Ankoku smirked, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Ombre's jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers.
Ombre's cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, already leaking precome. Ankoku's mouth watered at the sight, his own cock twitching in response.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Ankoku asked, his voice a low growl as he wrapped his hand around Ombre's length, stroking it slowly.
Ombre nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes... yes, please," he begged, his hips bucking slightly as Ankoku's hand moved faster.
Ankoku chuckled, his other hand moving to cup Ombre's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. "You're so eager, aren't you?