The minute he stepped into the room a slow and aching fear began to spread across his back and settle into his shoulders. In one quick glance he could tell his entrance was a mistake, but it was far too late to turn back. The room was a perfect cube, four rust stained walls, a window covered with a thick layer of dark brown filth, one solitary light bulb hanging from a mass of wires in the center, dangling forebodingly over a plain musty mattress. The fear that had originally washed over him moved like pin-pricks to the pit of his stomach and settled there, making him feel queasy.
"What's the matter, Asei? Don't like the accommodations?' The rich dark sound seemed to echo off the room, bouncing from wall to wall to hardwood floor before forcing its way into his mind. Asei looked up from his tennis shoes and caught the other man's attention for the first time since they'd entered. Gabriel was tall, almost a full foot taller than Asei's five feet, seven inches. Gabriel was thin, but his frame was built to make him look sturdy, like a construction worker. The shirt he wore was stretched tightly across his chest and bulged a bit at the arms as Gabe casually crossed them over his chest. Asei could see his hands clearly, calloused and wide. He was positive that whatever torture came to him in that room, it would be delivered by those hands.
Gabriel gave an effortless push from the wall where he had been leaning as Asei surveyed him. He strode towards him in long confident strides, filling the room with the sound of jean rubbing against jean. Asei hadn't lurked in the doorway, but had stood before the dirty mattress on the floor, much to Gabriel's satisfaction. He reached out as he approached him and ran a rough thumb over Asei's dry lips. Gabriel wasn't a man to waste time and the fun and games were about to start.
Gabriel's hand moved down Asei's mouth to his chin, past his Adam's apple, in a straight line down his thin, flat chest. Gabriel drank Asei in like a sculptor examining his model. He continued to trail the line down the center of Asei's body until his thumb sat inches above the heat between his thighs. He gulped hard enough to make the sound known to the room, bringing Asei's head up to meet his eyes. With one swift movement Gabriel dragged Asei onto the bed, both men standing on the near flat mattress.
"Why did you come?" The harshness of the question forced chills up Asei's spine, the first invasion of the night.
"I..." he stammered, trying to clear his head. The air in the room seemed thick with an undetermined smell and he could hardly catch his breath. "I... I... I wanted to feel real again." Asei took in a sharp breath and held it for what seemed like minutes while Gabriel's cruel black eyes pierced into him. All he had wanted was to feel hands on him, to feel real and alive, but this ... this was a mistake.
Gabriel seemed to read his thoughts and let a smile play on the corner of his lips. With a fluid movement of those long calloused hands, he swung and connected with Asei's jaw, sending him spilling backwards with the weight of the blow, landing on his knees upon the mattress. Gabriel smiled down on Asei, watching the small thin line of blood flow from the corner of his mouth. Asei shuddered on the foul smelling thing, reaching up to touch the spot tenderly. His hands came away from his face covered in crimson, but he didn't fight to clean them off. He didn't fight to do anything, but knelt there perfectly still, fresh tears clinging to his soft black lashes.
"Do you feel alive now, Asei?" Gabriel whispered softly, almost lovingly over him. "Oh, the fun I'm going to have with you. You'll regret ever coming here, but you know that, don't you?"
Asei gulped in a large drought of stale air and nodded slowly. His blue tear-stained eyes looked up rather knowingly to Gabriel. He was going to make him hurt in ways that he'd never known.
Gabriel stalked slowly around Asei, like a tiger surveying his prey as Asei continued to kneel in the same position. The blood at the corner of his mouth was beginning to dry, and Gabriel could hardly bring himself to allow for such a thing. "Get up," he commanded.
Asei stood slowly and unsurely on the mattress once more. He knew that within seconds he'd be on his knees again and he decidedly wanted to brace his feet solidly against the foam material. Gabriel chuckled from behind Asei, edging up closely to him so his stomach and groin pushed harshly against his back. Gabriel's hands came around Asei, holding him closely, almost tenderly, as his lips sought the blood at the corner of his mouth. In one long lapping stroke, Gabriel's tongue darted out and stole up the red fluid, generating a shudder throughout Asei's body. Asei's mind swam with the texture, the touch, the sound of Gabriel. Gabriel smelled like sweat and cologne, like a man, and a need was building in Asei like he had never known.
"You're getting pleasure out of this, aren't you little one?" He reached down the length of Asei's body again and found the heat between his thighs, stroking and massaging him through the dark jeans. Asei couldn't help but moan, even through all of his fear his desire was mounting to match the place it had come to that brought Asei to Gabrielle's room in the first place.
Gabriel reached around and grabbed both of Asei's thin wrists and pulled them sharply behind him. Gabe's knee rose slowly to settle into the small of Asei's back as he pushed forward to hone the dull ache he was creating, splaying Asei outward as if on exhibit. Asei shut his eyes firmly, pushing the pain from his mind, breathing in shallow breaths. "That's good Asei, take it," Gabe said as he applied more pressure. He continued with more and more force until both became aware of Asei's soft whimpers. The tiny cries came faster as Asei fell into fear. "Please," he whispered through choked tears. "Please, please, please," he mumbled barely audibly.
Gabriel reached down into his pocked and pulled out a long strand of twine he had cut before he found their room. He wrapped the rough straining material around Asei's wrists and continued until he was secured. Then, without any warning, Gabriel swept Asei's feet out from under him sending him forward to fall back onto the mattress. Asei lay with his head against it, arms tied effectively behind him, resting closely against his lower back.
"Please," Gabriel repeated. "Is that a 'Please don't hurt me Gabe? I love you Gabriel. I'd never do anything to disobey you, Gabriel,' Asei? Or is that more of a 'Please Gabriel, hurt me, make me bleed, fuck me and leave me here for dead, right here on this disgusting mattress?'"
Asei panted against the bed realizing what the smell had been all along: urine and feces, years old, souring in a room with a window that never opened. He coughed once, and then gagged, trying desperately to right himself and pull his face away from the mattress. As soon as he had managed it, Gabriel stood before him and smacked him again. A brand new taste of copper blood filled his mouth and Gabriel dropped to his knees in front of him, wrenching his mouth open with his thumb and tongue, sucking deeply to taste.
Asei moaned with eyes shut tight, leaning into Gabe's embrace, sliding his tongue hungrily against the roughness of Gabriel's. Everything about Gabriel was rough, his mind rationed, and if this didn't kill him, he would be lucky.
