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Physical contact is vital in the optimum development of the brain. Humans are a pack species, designed to live in groups.
When you deprive someone of it they can go utterly insane.
They become so touch starved that they’ll do anything it takes to feel someone.
When everything you touch dies you learn to not touch, you learn to keep your distance, especially with those you love.
But when you feel the warmth of skin to skin contact for the first time in the body of someone you hate… reality becomes twisted, love and hate become abstract and you… you become wicked.
Pull.Pull again.Again.Again.Again until his wrists bleed.He lets out a chocked whimper at the feeling of the rope digging on his skin. He shouldn’t have pulled.But who wouldn’t pull? When he is naked and tied up on his worst enemy’s bed.There’s a blindfold over his eyes, as if that could deceive him, as if he didn’t know from the first moment who brought him there.There are two sets of steps approaching, the sound flooding on his dark reality.The ice cold hand pressing against his chest… as if the cold wanted to seep through his skin and reach his heart, freeze it and stop it.“Do you want to kill me?”The hand closes, dragging bitten nails over the soft skin of his chest.“’Want’ is saying little, don’t you think? I could slice your neck right now and you wouldn’t even fight it.”His breath catches on his throat. The simple thought of dead… so tempting… so close and yet so far.“What’s stopping you? As you said, I wouldn’t even fight it.”Another hand lands on his stomach, rubbing skin with the thumb.“We like you like this. Vulnerable, at our mercy… warm.”He feels a breath close to his lips and lifts his head slightly to meet them, only to have them move away. To his cheek… his neck… his ear…“We’d very much enjoy to have a pet. The last ones weren’t… fit for the job but something tells me that you are exactly what we need.”He can’t help a shiver from running down his back. Pull again. Whimper.He’s feeling hot. He wants it to stop.“I didn’t know… you had a thing for picking up strays…”Two laughs, identical, from both sides of his head.“You’re not a stray, you are a criminal. You committed a Crime…”“And now it’s time for your Punishment.”Sick bastards.Sick, sexy bastards.“Are you going to spank me? I think I’d like that. You could have just said it, no need to abduct m-eh…”A soft moan is ripped from his lips as he feels a hand descending with force against his stomach. It will leave a red mark.“You will love it.”“You will love it so much you won’t want to leave.”“That is your punishment.”“Stay with us.”“Forever.”The words ring on his ears, slipping into his brain, echoing in his mind.It’s addictive. It’s sick.It’s wrong. But it feels so right.They are poisonous.But he is so willing to die…One pair of cold hands move to his legs, gently parting his thighs as he shivers. The other pair holds his torso, lifting him up slightly to sit behind him, leaning his back on someone’s chest.He’s exposed.He should be kicking, fighting, screaming.But he’s melting.Soon he feels kisses on his neck, kisses and soft bites that will leave marks on his white skin.He’s theirs… he is marked… he is theirs…A cold finger brushes him down there, meeting hot skin, hot and wet skin.He moans softly and shakes his head.“Shhh… it’s okay. We’re going to take good care of you.”It’s inside…His hips jerk, swallowing more of that cold finger on his warm insides.He moans their name. Both’s name. The name they had before being what they are now. Before being Crime and Punishment.Both of them come closer and he feels like he is being squeezed.Being squeezed never felt so good.Another finger enters him while a thumb brushes his clitoris.He yelps.It has been so long… so long… he needed them so much…And he can relish in the fact that they needed him too. They were desperate enough to kidnap him like this.His head falls back on someone’s shoulder while the other takes the chance to lick at his breasts.He wants to push them away.He wants them inside.He wants to go home.But where is home?“Your place is with us. And our place is with you.”“The world can be damned as long as we have you.”They always know what he’s thinking.Always.Always.Always.“Fuck me. Fuck me, Fedya… make me yours… forever…”And he is weak.Because fuck the world.Fuck morals.Fuck the greater good.He wants this.This moment that feels just so right.This place where he feels he belongs to.His students will take care of the rest.They will stay here. Together. Where they fit. Where is warm. Where they can touch.He feels them move him and finds himself sitting on a dick. A long and deep moan can be heard as he is filled up.His hips move. Up and down with the help of a pair of hands on his waist as his hands are still tied and bleeding.And then a finger prods at his ass.He shivers once again.The stretch only comes to two fingers, moving like scissors inside of him and up and down with the way he fucks himself on the one that’s already inside.When the fingers leave, the movements of his hips also stop, waiting.His hot breath mixes with the one of the person below him.He pulls at his restraints once again but nothing changes.He wants to touch them…But he is not allowed, not now. Not while they’re claiming him.He screams when he feels the bigger intrusion in his ass. It hurts but it hurts so good.When they are both fully sheathed inside of him… he feels complete.It’s sick and immoral. It’s perfect.They move at the same time, like the single mind they are.They are driving him insane.He screams and moans and pleads.He is so crazy for them.There’s hands everywhere. On his hips, his waist, his breasts, his clit.There’s lips on his neck and on his mouth. Stealing his breath and drinking his moans.His whole body tenses as he can’t hold it anymore. He comes with a full body spasm and falls limp on their arms.They still fuck into him for a few seconds longer, working through their orgasm, filling his insides with their hot cum.The three of them stay like that for what feels like eternal moments.He wishes it was eternal. He wishes they didn’t have to move.But eventually they have to.They pull out and he can feel semen dripping out of him.They leave him lying on the bed as they clean him. Then they cut his restraints and clean the bleeding spots.Their hands are so gentle… he could almost believe those are not the same hands that have killed so many people.He feels hands brushing his hair and lips on his forehead before the blindfold is removed.He opens his eyes to two pairs of purple eyes, watching him intently.Love, hate and obsession mixing in them.So wrong and yet so right.“Fedya…”He mutters, reaching out to them.They take his hand and smile softly.“We love you, Dazai.”“We love you so much.”“We need you.”“We will never leave you.”“And you will never leave us.”Never. Because he could never live without them and they could never live without him.Because when they’re away they’re incomplete but together they all can be whole.“I love you too, Fedya…”Even if we die here.