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Force and Persuasion by Amelita

Akihito awoke to darkness.

That was the first clue he had that something very terribly wrong. He always slept with the hallway light on, but it wasn't on now. He opened his eyes but couldn't be sure they were open because it was just as dark open as closed. There was silence all around him, and warm air. His skin tingled as a slight breeze brushed across his body. He was entirely naked, laying on his belly, as he always slept. The covers were bunched around his feet.

The fog of sleep receded quickly. Something had woken him but he couldn't remember what. Without even knowing why, his senses were on alert. His eyes darted through the darkness, seeking any clue as to his mysterious fear. His heart was beating quickly and he was on the verge of panic, but he still didn't know why. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but then suddenly, to his left, he heard a click and his heart stopped.

The room grew slightly brighter, then the light was obscured by a dark shadow that fell across the boy's supine form. A soft footstep fell and then another and another, he could hear calm, steady breathing and he knew with utter terror that someone had entered his room. Akihito remained frozen in terror. After taking two steps, the person did not move for a long time and Akihito almost hoped that perhaps if he just stayed still enough, whoever it was, might leave. He had had nightmare like this, nightmares where he woke, jerking and twisting to turn on the lights - only to find no one there. Perhaps this was all a bad dream. He held still, waiting.

The muffled footsteps moved nearer until he sensed the person standing above him. His naked skin felt vulnerable and overly sensitive, tingling at the slightest movement of air, and as the stranger moved closer his flesh broke out in terrified goose bumps. He could feel the man's breath ghost across his back and suddenly the strings of fear holding him bound and motionless were cut by utter panic. Akihito jerked. He moved to roll and spring from the bed, but the other man anticipated it.

He flashed into action, flowing onto the bed to cover Aki's naked body. He pinned him down, shoving him so hard into the mattress that the boy's skinny ribs bounced off the beds slats, knocking the air from his lungs in a strangled scream. The weight on his back was crushing, bruising and painful. He felt as if he were suffocating. He was gagged, his wrists dragged over his head and bound. Akihito thrashed and kicked as the tremendous weight eased off him, but a gloved hand grabbed his ankle. Akihito landed one hard kick after another but the man seemed to be made of stone. It hardly phased him as he lashed first one ankle and then the other to the corners of the bed. Akihito ended flat on his stomach bound spread-eagled, with his legs in aching splits. His hole clenched and winked as cool air brushed across his most vulnerable secrets.

The silence was heavy and thick, muted by the throb of Akihito's heartbeat in his head.

He grunted, trying in vain, far too late, to speak. He wanted to beg, to cry, at the very least, to ask what the man's intentions were towards him.

He could hear the stranger move slightly, and then the softest touch; a flattened palm against his back. It was cold, inhumanly cold and it took Akihito a moment to register that it wasn't cold skin, but rather smooth leather. The man was wearing leather gloves. He was panicking in his head, screaming for help, trying desperately to shake off the hand on his back and spit the gag from his mouth. His breathing came in short, shallow breaths as the hand tortuously slid across his spine, dipping into the hollow of his back and sweeping over the curve of his ass and down between his thighs.

The unwanted hand almost reminded of his boyfriend's touch, the way it lingered gently, tracing his skin as if it was something precious. He wondered wildly if this was some kind of sick joke or prank his boyfriend might be playing on him and his mind latched onto the hope.