The end of it all

by Darkwraith, micon (deathday)

Summary:

Mikey wants to die. Kisaki needs him alive, so he makes sure to break him and make him his puppet.

Notes:

Thank you so much for helping me finish this, mellawrineee!

"Kill me," Mikey said. He knew that Kisaki was the one most likely to obey the request, so that's why he came to him. Plus, he most likely had a gun. That should make things easier. 

Kisaki looked at him, expression puzzled. As if he didn't understand why he felt that way.

"I lost everyone dear to me. My whole life, I was suffering. I leave Toman in your hands. Please kill me."

"You're mine," Kisaki said. "I will decide when and how you die."

Mikey sighed. 

Kisaki punched him right in the face, and Mikey didn’t even flinch. Kisaki wasn’t the strongest fighter after all.

“Wake up, Mikey,” Kisaki said. “You need to lead Toman into a better future. We all need you.” By a better future, he meant that they needed to be fearsome and powerful. 

“I’m tired,” said Mikey. “So, so tired. Of life. Of everything. I just want to sleep forever.”

Kisaki was mad. He thought Mikey was already his, obedient and empty. To think that he wanted to die… Well, it was hardly surprising. 

How to stop him from being suicidal? Kisaki supposed he just had to wipe his pretty head blank. Make him scared, empty, anything else than what he was experiencing now. 

“I still have a need for you,” said Kisaki. “You are mine,” he repeated. He didn’t even pretend that he was concerned, that he saw Mikey as more than a tool to achieve his desired future. 

What easier way is there to make someone yours than with violence?

Kisaki hit Mikey again. This time, his unprotected stomach took all the damage from the hit. Mikey looked like he was going to throw up. Has he gone weaker, or did Kisaki get stronger? It didn’t matter. 

Mikey didn’t even try to block the hits. Did he think he deserved it? Maybe. Kisaki didn’t care. As long as he got the upper hand, Mikey’s inner turmoil didn’t matter to him. 

Kisaki sighed. This was getting him nowhere. He could punch Mikey all day, but he wasn’t getting through to him. 

“You’ll obey me,” Kisaki said. “I’ll make you.” He pulled out a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Mikey. Hope glimmered in Mikey’s eyes. He had certainly hoped to be killed, but that was not the case. 

“Make it quick,” Mikey pleaded. 

Kisaki was planning to do the opposite. He sliced open Mikey’s t-shirt, damaging the skin underneath. Mikey was still dead inside, unresisting. He didn’t even make a reaction. 

A twisted thought emerged in Kisaki’s mind. To get through to Mikey, he was going to have to resort to something worse than mere violence. 

The two of them were in Kisaki’s room, all alone. 

Kisaki grabbed Mikey and pushed him down onto the bed. Mikey’s eyes were as dead as ever. He didn’t even think about resisting, because he didn’t know what was coming. 

Kisaki briefly wondered what would be the best approach to break Mikey, to shatter his mind. It should be fairly simple. 

Kisaki cut open Mikey’s shorts, baring his body. 

Mikey’s instinct finally kicked in, and he realised that something was very wrong. But by the time he realised it, Kisaki was between his legs and his knife was at Mikey’s throat. 

Mikey was too absorbed in his self-loathing to pay attention to what was happening, and this is where it got him. 

“Stab me. Slash my neck. I don’t care, just please end it,” Mikey pleaded. “I can’t take this anymore, I–” He was clearly at his breaking point. Good. 

Kisaki used his hand that wasn’t holding the knife to pull down his pants and try and stroke his cock to full hardness. It took him a while, because Mikey was a pathetic sight, hardly arousing. But the power he had over him gave him the satisfaction needed to stroke himself to hardness. 

Unceremoniously, Kisaki pushed against Mikey’s unprepared hole. 

Tears were glistening in Mikey’s eyes. 

“...” Mikey said something inaudibly. Kisaki didn’t care enough to ask him what he wanted to say in such a situation. Because it was pretty obvious. 
“Stop…” Mikey repeated almost inaudibly. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. 
“Any more and I’ll… I’ll break…” 

Good. 

Kisaki grabbed his cock and pushed. He didn’t stop until he was fully inside Mikey. He wondered if it was a first time for him, but it hardly mattered. 

Mikey didn’t make a sound, but his eyes said it all. 

Kisaki moved. It was hard to fuck someone when he was holding a knife to his throat, but he managed. He fucked Mikey with precise, shallow thrusts, and then worked his way deeper. Mikey was so tight that it was hardly pleasant, but this wasn’t about pleasure at all. It’s about dominance.

The invincible Mikey, broken down to nothingness. Kisaki liked the sight more than he should. 

He removed the knife from Mikey’s throat, and Mikey made no move to resist him, despite being physically stronger. He hasn’t been resisting from the beginning, not really. 

That’s how Kisaki knew he had won. 

He didn’t kiss Mikey, he was not attracted to him at all. And he made no move to make it pleasurable for him. On the contrary, he added more cuts on Mikey’s unblemished body. His chest, his stomach. His thighs. All is covered in thin, bleeding lines. 

Kisaki dug his fingers into the deepest cuts and fucked Mikey harder. 

Mikey could stop his sounds, he bit his lips so hard they bled. But he couldn’t stop the tears. He was quietly sobbing. 

Was he hoping for it to be over? Poor thing. 

Kisaki had no mercy. 

This wasn’t his first time by far, he was quite experienced in bed. He could last for a good hour before he felt like finishing. He had all the time he needed to truly shatter Mikey’s mind. 

After several minutes of rough fucking, Mikey’s body softened a bit, welcomed Kisaki’s cock with more ease. 

His eyes turned glassy, and Kisaki wondered if he was still present in his body. Mikey seemed to be conscious, but also not quite there.

That won’t do. Kisaki wanted him to be present, to feel every bit of what he was doing to him. 

Kisaki grabbed Mikey’s limp cock and stroked it. And much to his surprise, Mikey’s body responded to the physical stimulation. He slowly got hard. 

“Don’t…” Mikey said quietly. “It’s enough. You’ve done it, you broke me. It’s enough, you can stop now.” His voice was flat and emotionless. 

Kisaki smiled. No, it was not nearly enough. Not yet. He was going to make Mikey cum on his cock. 

Kisaki kept fucking Mikey. He slowed down, fucked him nice and deep. He knew how to angle his cock to make it more pleasurable. 

Sometimes, he had sex with people who wanted him, and he did his best to make them enjoy it. He knew how to please both men and women. 

Kisaki’s evil mind came up with the idea that if he’ll make Mikey enjoy such a thing, he’ll truly shatter him. 

He continued stroking Mikey’s cock and finally, he forced Mikey to make a sound. It was a broken moan, sweet and delicious. Mikey simply couldn’t resist the sweet pleasure that Kisaki’s hand offered, no matter how unwanted it was. 

Kisaki stroked Mikey to his orgasm and through it, listening to all the sweet, pained sounds. 

And then, he finally decided that it was time to finish the deed. Kisaki came inside Mikey with the sole purpose of defiling him further. He didn’t even make a sound or a pleasured expression, he reached his orgasm quietly. 

He pulled out and got dressed, looking down at Mikey. He didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. His eyes were empty. Perhaps he didn’t even register that it was finally over. 

Kisaki snapped his fingers to make sure he had Mikey’s attention. Mikey slowly looked in his direction. So he was alive, after all. He looked almost dead. 

Kisaki pointed at the corner of the room. At first Mikey didn’t understand what he was supposed to see. But then he saw it. A flashing red light. It was a camera. 

And that’s when his mind truly snapped. 

“If you disobey me, everyone will see what a whore you are.”

It was all recorded. Everything. Mikey’s pain and pleasure, forever captured. 

“Who do you belong to?” Kisaki asks. 

“You,” Mikey says quietly. 

“Good,” Kisaki says. “And don’t even try to end your own life. I’ll make sure everyone sees this video, and I’ll do the same thing to that precious friend of yours. What was his name? Takemitchy?”

“I won’t,” Mikey said quietly, and he meant it. 

Mikey wanted to die for a long time, but he was too useless to end his own life. On this day, he realised that there were worse things than death.