The weekend quickly approached, the days flowing in a blur. Mizuyuki was having a quiet, peaceful, shut-in life. One he welcomed as a nice change of pace. True to his words he had watched movie marathons with Stephen all day Thursday. Their meals brought to them in the theater room of the estate. Even though it had its own snack bar, meals were served and taste-tested on time.
Stephen had a different maid taste the food first everytime. If they made any signs of hesitancy the meal would be thrown out. Asshole Alfred was in charge of sampling snacks and drinks when necessary. A suggestion I had made.
'Because fuck that guy. I know he's the one behind the attempted poisoning.'
I couldn't prove it but I knew. I was scared that if I said something careless without proof I would cause unnecessary problems.
My biggest fear however, was that he had accomplices. Who would otherwise get away or succeed in poisoning me, with the 'would be culprit' out of the way, the estate would have relaxed their guard thinking everything was settled, but the reality was there was more than one culprit.
I was a sucker for a nail-biting who-done-it but not with my life on the line in a gamble.
Friday was a lazy day in bed I slept most of the time beside Stephen. The 24 hour movie marathon the day before wiped me out. Stephen was also finally looking worn out as well. So we lazed about in bed all day. TV on in the background as white noise. I slept surrounded by Stephen's warm body heat.
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Mizuyuki's Point Of View
Flashback Nightmare
["....."]
[Why are you even doing this? What did I ever do to you?]
[You're disgusting.]
*Slap*
[I don't know what you're talking about! I've never done anything like that before in my life!! Don't go around seeing what you want to see, and then blame your perversions on someone else!!]
*Slap* *Stomp* *Kick* *Slam*
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{Our final auction item of the night. 5'7, soft exquisite pale skin. Long black hair, piercing gray eyes. A virgin in all things. A playtime pet or a nighttime lover. Bidding will start at $500,000}
{$550,000}....{$650,000}....{$775,000}... {$880,000}....{$900,500}....{$1,500,500}... {$2,750,000}....{$4,900,900}.....{Sold!}
{Attendee 1750, please collect your auction item in room 210.... thank you all for your patronage!}
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Mizuyuki's Point Of View
I woke with a start, a cold sweat running down my back. My mouth was dry and I couldn't catch my breath. Reaching out to settle myself I noticed the other side of the bed was empty. Stephen was gone, and while he could have needed to step away for something to not wake me, his absence hit hard at an inconvenient time. I pulled my knees to my chest trying to take a deep breath, I couldn't. I was having a panic attack, moments from my dream and memories converging hard in my mind. Tears started to pour down my face, with my inconsolable sobbing.
I was scared, I was lonely, I was miserable. And my brain wouldn't stop churning up the past. The fear that racked my body then, hit me tenfold in the present. The events are playing out the same, we had been cautious. We watched him leave, only to be fooled by a decoy and I was taken.
"I don't want to... I don't want that to happen again... please! I'm scared..."
The bathroom door swung open, sounding like it slammed off the hinges. Stephen came rushing to the bed, scooping me up in his arms. He was sort of damp, smelled like shower gel. His heart pounding against my arm assuring me of reality was calming.
"Are you okay Mizu? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did you hurt yourself? Show me!"
The flood of questions momentarily distracting me. His aura is always so strong and intense, but seeing him like this was like seeing something I wasn't supposed to see. I laughed despite the serious situation.
"I'm okay now. I had a nightmare and it scared me pretty bad. But you saved me, so all's well that ends well?"
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked stroking my hair. I tensed up not knowing what he was expecting from me.
"My nightmare or why I have them?"
"Myah told me why you have them. So could you tell me what it was about?" He said, taking hold of my chin and softly kissing my face all over.
"I don't want to force you... so please say no if you don't want to. You can even skip details you'd rather not want to say." He continued.
"It's not that... they come in bits and pieces. And now that I think of it, the final auction will take place in a hotel. One that has private VIP rooms with two way glass mirrors."
"Is that the kind of place they held you last time?" He asked, rubbing my back soothingly.
I nodded, "Not just that but I was moved to connecting rooms for three days, I never stayed in the same room twice... they took turns beating and cutting me... and..." I couldn't finish the sentence, choking on a sob.
I wanted to get it out, I felt like it was burning my throat, but the images were playing at high-speed in my mind.
Stephen hugged me tight, then grabbed my face in his large warm hands.
"Breathe... Mizu I'm right here in front of you. I got you... it's okay." He said, kissing my face all over, again.
I could hear him but I couldn't see him, couldn't feel his soft lips on my skin. My body slipping into the throes of a nightmare.
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Stephen's Point Of View
Stephen was terrified, Mizuyuki's eyes were open but glazed over. He was trembling and sweating all over. Worst of all he wasn't responding to anything he said.
Tears began to stream down Mizuyuki's face, his lips parting and close repeatedly. Stephen stood up with him in his arms, and headed for the bed to lay Mizu down. As soon as Mizu's body hit the bed, his trembling intensified.
Stephen pulled out his phone, dialing 'Sadistic Princess'. She was the only one who would know what to do. Stephen knew the pieces of the incident he couldn't say. He had seen the medical records, and it infuriated him to a seething degree.
The bit about it taking place in a hotel was also convenient since he owned 3, two of which had VIP rooms with two-way mirrors on 3 out of 4 walls. His father also owned two hotels with said VIP styled rooms.
But Stephen couldn't focus on the information, with the state Mizuyuki was in.
—What shit head!? Kinda busy right now!
"Mizu is having a panic attack like seizure. What do I do? His eyes are open but unfocused."
—What did you do? Did he have a nightmare?
"Yes."
—Did you ask him to talk about it?.... You stupid shit! I told you he acts really strong and can play the role, but he's mentally fragile.... Why the fuck would you ask him that!? Ugh unbelievable!
"You can sit there and bitch, or you can help me. We can go back and forth for hours about this, but I don't like you and I don't have time. So help me save him!"
—Ugh! Bastard! Put him in a warm shower, not a bath. Make sure he's directly under the spray, and comfort him until he snaps out of it. Todd sometimes stayed like that for 30-45 minutes. Worse case was an hour, it just depends on what incident he's trapped in. But he'll probably snap out of it and puke so be ready for that.
"Right... Thanks."
Stephen already had the shower rolling before she finished her explanation. He tossed his phone onto the bed and scooped Mizu up.
Stephen headed towards the bathroom again. It was warm and steamy already. His shower had 9 jets, three of them on three sides of his showe, so getting coverage wouldn't be a problem.
He stripped Mizu quickly and gently, not paying attention to buttons or seams. He kept only his sweatpants on and stepped into the shower with Mizu. He stood holding Mizu in the bridal carry hold, letting the warm water soothe on all sides. After coating him in the warm water, Mizu stopped trembling, but his eyes were still glazed over.
Stephen slowly sat on the floor of the shower, with Mizu in his arms. He slowly ran his thumbs over Mizu's eyelids wiping the water away.
"Come back to me Mizu. Everything is alright now." Stephen said, softly rubbing Mizuyuki's cheeks with his thumbs.
Mizuyuki blinked slowly, then his eyes closed as if he were asleep. He then began trembling again and his eyes opened as wide as saucers, like he was in shock. He started taking breaths but not releasing them, but then he started to dry heave.
Soon, Mizuyuki emptied his stomach on the shower floor, eyes coming into focus once again. He held on to Stephen tightly, gasping for air trying to get his bearings.
Stephen just rubbed his back lovingly until his breathing slowed. He tried to sit Mizu on the floor as he stood up, but he wouldn't let go of his arm. He had his arm in a death grip, his nails dug into his forearm.
"D-Dont leave me... S-Scared... I-I'm scared." He whimpered between sobs.
Overwhelming emotions surged through Stephen. Anger at the people responsible for putting Mizu in this state. Sorrow and pain at the look of utter helplessness in Mizuyuki's eyes as he looked up at him. And fear that he couldn't protect him properly in the future.
Stephen grit his teeth and scooped up Mizu. He headed to the tub and sat on the edge with Mizu in his lap. He turned on the water and put in soothing oils of lavender and vanilla. Once the water was halfway he took off his soaked sweatpants and got in with Mizu.
Mizu was softly sobbing the whole bath, while Stephen washed him. After the bath he brushed Mizuyuki's teeth as well. He was quiet after that, he just stared off into space.
Stephen didn't want to do anything sudden, so he just quietly tended to him. Once they were back out into the bedroom, Stephen sat on the bar stool he had kept in his room for Mizu. He sat down, had mizu wrap his legs around his waist, and began to gently brush his hair.
"I'm sorry." Mizu softly whispered.
"Oh? And what is it you think you should be apologizing for?"
"For being a hassle and a pain to deal with... for being so.... broken..."
"Foolish. There is no need to apologize for such things. You did absolutely nothing wrong... and I told you before, I enjoy taking care of you... and I really love to brush your hair."
"I feel like a burden. You would be having a much easier time without me around. You even have to poison test your food now. I should leave to avoid causing you more problems..." Mizuyuki said softly, crying into Stephen's chest.
Stephen abruptly stopped brushing Mizuyuki's hair and grabbed his chin. He peered into those soft gray eyes, searching for the truth.
"You would leave my side?" Stephen asked.
"I'm a burden..." Mizuyuki replied softly.
"Did I say that? You seem to like making decisions for me and putting words in my mouth... should I take you to the Playroom, to teach you a proper lesson?" Stephen asked with a teasing grin.
Mizuyuki just shivered under his bathrobe, licking his dry lips.
"Don't do that. I'm trying to be a considerate gentleman. I don't want to hurt you... mentally. I may hurt your body but I don't want to hurt you in any other way."
"I want you... to... help me forget... please..."
"Mizu... that's not how that works... what if it triggers something else?"
"Then fuck me through it."
"Please don't ask me to do tha–"
"But you could do it, couldn't you? I'll use my safeword if I feel like it's something that might make me feel uncomfortable. I... I want you to do... whatever you want... Until I pass out... you can overwrite my trauma."
Stephen let out a tired sign. He wanted to protest more, but the hopeful look in Mizuyuki's eyes made him close his mouth. It felt like he was more afraid than Mizu.
"You don't know what you're asking of me..."
"It'll be fine my body trusts you. Also I would like to know what your worst is like. So.... Do your worst." He said with a sloppy grin.
"Tomorrow then. Don't incite me any more than this. You sleep tonight, and we can have fun tomorrow, how's that?" Stephen asked.
"Aww man... but your hard right now though, right?"
"Bedtime Mizu!" Stephen commanded, a little more forceful than he intended.
Mizu flinched, then curled up in Stephen's lap with a pout.
"You're the one who popped a boner... Jerk..." Mizuyuki mumbled.
Stephen didn't put on pajamas and he laid Mizu on the bed. Then he lay beside Mizu running his fingers through his soft hair. Five minutes into their snuggling he raised up Mizuyuki's robe and slid his cock between his thighs.
"Uhh... why is it so hot?"
"Who knows... go to sleep Mizu."
"Like this?!"
"Just like this. Goodnight, Mizuyuki."
"Unbelievable pervert!"
"Haha mhm..." Stephen said, kissing his neck and pulling him closer.