The Evil Within

 

His breath, harsh and quick, filled the deathly silence, which surrounded him. His hands trembled around the trigger of the gun – itching, yearning, longing to pull it and to finish up what he had started ten years ago. His footsteps were hollow echoes in the long hallway, his vision not as sharp or clear, as he would have liked, as everywhere was a sickening pitch black. But he didn’t need his eyes to see what his other senses had picked up minutes ago. He knew that the one he sought was here – in this very building – just mere feet away from him. The hunted was taunting him, daring him to come closer, to pull that trigger and end it all right here and now.

 

Come for me, Dr. Tenma…

 

It was such a deceptively sweet voice – one that had taken and changed the lives of many over the years. It was the voice of death and the good doctor was more than ready to embrace it for the last time.

 

Come…see…the monster inside of me…has grown…bigger…and bigger…and BIGGER!!

 

“Aargh!” He raised the gun a bit higher to point at the huge black shape that raced towards him. He pulled the trigger quickly and the loud gunshot filled the silence like an explosion. He almost lost his balance and staggered weakly, body shaking with the knowledge that he might have finally gotten the ‘monster’.

 

He sank to his knees, willing his pounding heart to become steady as he tried to listen to the familiar sound of another heart dying. But to his growing terror, all he heard were the steady and confident strides of someone coming closer to him. He lifted his head, eyes widening with disbelief as he tried to peer through the darkness.

 

No…no! He had killed Johan! He had to have done so! There was no way he had missed that shot!

 

“My dear Doctor Tenma…”

 

From the shadows, as if unveiling himself before an audience, a pair of expensive black shoes came to view. Light brown and well-tailored pants that fitted its owner perfectly tapered off to a slender waist to a broad chest within a crisp black dress shirt. A matching brown jacket hugged broad shoulders and as the breathtaking features of the young man finally came to view, Kenzo Tenma felt his heart literally stop beating as he sucked in a harsh breath.

 

“My dear, dear Doctor Tenma,” the young man said gently as he fell to his knees to place his each hand upon the older man’s cheeks.

 

Brilliant blue but cold eyes stared deeply into the terrified black depths and as Johan’s full lips curved into a warm smile, he leaned closer to whisper thickly against the good doctor’s own.

 

“I’ve finally come to take what’s mine, my dear. I’ve finally come to take you away….”

 

And as Tenma felt the warm press of Johan’s lips against his, he squeezed his eyes shut and…

 

 

~*~

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHH!!!!”

 

He sat up quickly, a trembling hand flying towards his mouth to cover it quickly. He felt the sickening churn of his stomach and stumbling out of the bed, he staggered towards the small bathroom to let go of the meager meal he had had last night. Flushing the toilet quickly, he groaned thickly and dragged himself towards the sink to wash his face and mouth. He lifted his head slowly; dark eyes once bright and eager with plans for the future, now sunken and dull. They had become a bit cold and empty – the look of a man whose life’s journey had now taken a sharp turn into a darkness he could not have imagined for himself.

 

The simple white t-shirt he had on was stuck to his skin – wet with sweat from his nightmare. This wasn’t the first time he had experienced such dreams. In fact, since his hunt for the blond young man, Kenzo had spent many a night tossing and turning in his bed with random images of dead bodies and Johan…especially Johan.

 

Kenzo groaned again and slowly began to peel out of his shirt to reveal a body that wasn’t too bad for a man of his age. He felt as if he had aged a million years over the past year or so. But he was only thirty-two years old and yet he had lived a lifetime.

 

“And now for our breaking story. Two more dead bodies were found on the streets of Munich this morning and the police are still trying to understand the recent sprees of random killings across the city. Inspector Weimer has given a press conference this morning in which the victims are identified as two young men who might have been working for the infamous red light district. No one knows the motivation for this killing and the police are trying not to link it to the recent serial deaths of several couples around Germany…”

 

The doctor switched off the television with his brows furrowed in thought. He was in Munich at the moment and there was no doubt that the killings must have had something to do with the man he sought. Dressing up quickly, he began to pack up his bag of medical supplies, his lips quirking into a wry grin at the thought of he still being a doctor in spite of all that was going on.

 

Once he had been considered the most brilliant young neurosurgeon in Germany – a lofty title, but a much-appreciated one nonetheless. He had left his home country of Japan in the hopes of furthering his research and thesis on a medical breakthrough. His admission into Eisler Memorial under the leadership of then director Heinemann had been the luckiest break of his life. With the director’s help, Kenzo had been able to continue work on his research and had done his best to make sure he lived up to their expectations by performing the most amazing surgery ever seen on many of the patients that had been brought in. During that time, he had met and fallen in love with Eva Heinemann, the director’s only daughter and child. It was only natural that they would both be engaged to be married as that was expected.

 

The hospital became famous and well known thanks to Tenma’s work. However, it was always Dr. Heinemann who seemed to take the spotlight whenever a famous celebrity or politician was treated. Tenma hadn’t minded much. He wasn’t one for fame or publicity. He genuinely enjoyed his work and would spend hours with his patients after surgery or during his free time to talk to them. He became popular among his patients and was regarded as one of the nicest doctors around. Everything seemed to be going so very well until that day.

 

The fateful day that would change his life forever.

 

He sighed and lifted the relatively heavy bag over his shoulder. Making sure that his gun was loaded and ready in case of an ‘emergency’, he tucked it into its holster and hid it carefully beneath the oversized plaid shirt he had on. He placed the money for the small apartment he had rented for an overnight stay upon the table and quietly slipped out and away from the building.

 

He was still able to walk the streets, but he knew that he would have to be careful when coming across policemen or patrol cars. He was after all a wanted ‘murderer’ and his face had been plastered across television screens and newspapers for the past year. It wasn’t a surprise to have some people recognize him now, but he guessed he ought to be relieved that no one had been wild enough to report him to the authorities yet.

 

His stomach growled as the sharp smell of hot bread and coffee assailed his senses. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and then opened them up again before making his way into the small coffee shop. In mere minutes, he had himself a nice little meal and as he began to chew carefully, his mind wandered back to the events that had taken place ten years ago.

 

He had just performed another surgery on some important politician and was riding high on having yet another successful one. Of course, he was naturally tired after performing such a delicate operation and thoughts of getting home and taking a long and much needed nap was all that filled his mind at the time. That was until he had met the old woman who had made him more than aware of the strange inconsistencies of the hospital.

 

/My husband was here first! Why didn’t you treat him first?! You let him die!! Because you wouldn’t treat him first!! You let him DIE!!/

 

It had been ten years ago but yet the sting, pain and anguish from the woman’s words still had the same effect on Tenma. It was like a douse of icy water on his body and he had been dumbstruck at the news. He had only been following the director’s orders. How was he to know who had come first or not? And it had then dawned on him that he had always been following the director’s orders. His schedule was always prepared by the director. His surgeries were chosen by the director. Everything was controlled by the director! How had he been so blind to it all?! And because he had taken care of a politician, another life – a commoner’s – had been lost.

 

As if the situation hadn’t been bad enough, Tenma had tried to bring up the conversation with the director. He had wanted to find out just why and how such an incident could have happened. To his shock and dismay, Doctor Heinemann confirmed his worst fears. The hospital had to look out for itself, the director had said. They could not afford to let important celebrities or politicians die in the hospital. It would be a blemish to their impeccable record. In short, it was thanks to these politicians that the hospital was doing so well in the first place. They funded the building and so it was only fair that they would be given the special treatment.

 

Tenma had remained stunned at the revelation. His young heart, once full of enthusiasm and a rather naïve look at the medical field was now clouded with suspicion, fear and disappointed. He had tried to talk to Eva, hoping that she would be the one able to understand. But his worst fears were confirmed as she had replied calmly to him…

/Not everyone’s lives are equal, Kenzo. /

 

How could she say that? How could they both devalue the worth of a human being’s life based on status and wealth? Were they really that superficial? Had he been the fool here all along? Had he been the one taken for a ride and just used for other people’s means? It hurt. A lot. To know that his talents had been used for the wrong reasons was a blow to his pride.

 

Still reeling from the shock of what had just transpired in his life, the day finally arrived. The day he would take a stand and make the most incredulous change of his life.

 

Two young children had been brought to the hospital. Both were twins and about ten years of age. The girl was in a state of shock and had no serious injuries. The boy, however, had a bullet wound to the head and was in critical condition. No one expected him to live but knowing that he would be under the care of the brilliant Doctor Tenma, everyone had high hopes for him. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that the children belonged to Michael Liebert, an East Germany Trade Advisor who had fled to West Germany. They had just been in the news a few days ago and so Tenma had been able to recognize the children on sight.

 

He was all dressed and ready to perform the surgery on the young boy when he got a sudden call from another doctor saying that the director needed him for another surgery – this time on the Mayor of Düsseldorf. Hardly realizing he was going back to his routine of following the director’s orders, the sharp echo of the old woman’s cry came flooding back to his mind and he was again reminded of the deceptive and corrupt world that surrounded him.

 

He grit his teeth and stood his ground with the firm message of letting the director know that he had no plans to stop his operation on the little boy.

 

Little did he know that his decision would become the catalyst for a series of downfalls that would spiral out of control.

 

Johan Liebert lived – the mayor died. The repercussions for Tenma were endless afterwards. He lost his position as head surgeon, his engagement to Eva and most importantly, the reason he had come to Germany in the first place – his research project. All went down the drain just because he had gone against Heinemann’s orders. It was unfair and he had known it was unfair. With no one else to talk to, he had poured out his frustrations and anger to the only person who could hear him out.

 

Johan.

 

The boy whose life he had saved. The boy he had thought was still in a coma at the time of his ranting - and now, he had become the boy who was responsible for the murders of the director and all his cohorts and ten years later…many, many more. Would the endless circle of violence never end?

 

He rose to his feet to pay for his meal. Smiling softly at the old woman behind the counter, he brought out his wallet to fish out some money only to stiffen in conditioned response as the door chimed to usher in two police officers. Tenma grit his teeth and carefully averted his gaze from the talking men. It looked like they were on break but he wasn’t one to take any chances. Placing the cash upon the counter quickly, he gave a quick bow to the lady – a signal for her to keep the change – before walking as quickly but yet as nonchalantly as possible.

 

Once out of the building and back into the streets, he let out a small whoosh of air and began his journey towards the recent killing spree. He would have to question a few neighbors for any suspicious looking young man who had been loitering about the area for the past few days. Tenma could almost laugh at the word ‘suspicious’. Johan looked anything but that. The young man could walk into a room and would be capable of charming the pants off a baby if need be.

 

And what about you? A small voice at the mind of his mind taunted. He could easily charm you just as quickly, couldn’t he?

 

“No…no, he won’t,” he replied a bit breathlessly as he crossed the street. “I am immune to his charms. I won’t let him get to me in that way.”

 

So how then would you explain your latest dreams, hmm? Explain to me the reasons for that look in his eyes, the way he smiles for you, the way he calls you – full of longing and desire…

 

“Shut up. Shut up!” he argued a bit too desperately. He was aware of how flushed he was feeling now from the truth behind the words within his mind. Just why had his recent dreams taken such a sudden turn from the norm? Usually, they were filled with random images of dead bodies and Johan of course, but nothing quite like…this. He clenched his hands into fists and lowered his head, stubbornly keeping his gaze away from catching any other person’s. For the past few nights, he had become aware of just how intimate his dream sequences were becoming. For one thing, not only had he never managed to kill Johan, but also it seemed as if the young man had suddenly become more than interested in the doctor. Besides the rather aggravating term of endearment Johan seemed to have for him, Tenma had noticed that the other man’s attempt to kiss him on the lips had almost come to fruition last night. In fact, Tenma was sure Johan had finally done so.

 

So why wasn’t he repulsed? Where was the expected shudder of disgust at the thought of allowing another man…let alone, Johan…to touch him so intimately? Why was his heartbeat quickening instead? Why was his mouth suddenly dry? Why were his hands shaking? He stopped in the middle of the relatively quiet street and tried to will his frazzled thoughts back together. His head was beginning to pound with the beginnings of a throbbing headache and for a moment the world seemed to swim before his eyes. He tried to remember what that old man had said about Johan’s seeming obsession with him.

 

/He looks up to you, Doctor Tenma. To him, you are more than just the doctor who saved his life…he couldn’t stop talking about you…/

 

An obsession, huh?

 

Tenma gave a light snort and continued his walking again. Sometimes it was hard to tell just who was obsessed with whom. He was the one chasing the younger man now. His every waking thought and now dreams seemed to be filled with Johan’s name and image. If anything, he was more afraid of how wayward his feelings were. But one thing he knew for certain was that although he hated the murderer he was hunting, deep down inside, he still loved the young man with the tortured soul with a passion.

 

 

~*~

 

 

Evening fell fast in Munich and again, Tenma Kenzo found himself wandering the streets with a light slump of his shoulders. His efforts to find out any information about the victims had not gone so well. None of the neighbors had been unable to match Tenma’s description of Johan and the doctor was finally at his wits end.

 

He eyed the welcoming neon lights of a small tavern and walking into it; he made his way straight to the bar and ordered himself the strongest drink possible. His mind whirled with possible thoughts of where and when Johan would strike next. So far the boy’s movements seemed to be taking him towards the outskirts of Germany. If Tenma didn’t know any better, he was sure that Johan was leading them right into the neighboring country of Czechoslovakia.

 

Great. Just great.

 

He downed his drink and motioned for another when the soft voice halted him in his movement.

 

“Doc…Doctor Tenma?”

 

Now, Kenzo could hold his liquor quite well and was sure that after just a shot of vodka, he was still sober enough to recognize the beautiful dirty-blond hair that could only belong to one girl.

 

“A…Anna?” he called out softly in surprise. He was embarrassed to find his voice coming out in a rather thick croak.

 

The girl giggled softly and made herself comfortable beside him on another bar stool. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” she asked politely as she smiled at him again.

 

Tenma could feel his cheeks growing hot and he chided himself for experiencing such a strong reaction to the girl he had only seen as a younger sister. Anna Leibert was the twin sister to the very man he was chasing and besides Anna’s hair being a darker blond and of course that she was female, she and Johan were a splitting image of each other.

 

No…their eyes are different, Tenma concluded inwardly as he ordered something not as strong for her. Anna’s eyes were much warmer and kinder unlike Johan’s cool and calculated depths. Anna was more human than her brother and for that, Tenma was eternally grateful. Although, Anna’s goal was to seek for her brother and to kill him as well, Tenma was still very reluctant to let her carry out the task on her own. He couldn’t afford to lose someone as precious as Anna to the merciless hands of her brother. He cared for her way too much.

 

“A penny for your thoughts?” she asked softly as she took a sip from her cherry and mango concoction.

 

Tenma stopped staring long enough – idly noticing that she looked exceptionally pretty tonight in her simple flower print dress with a light brown top coat – to focus on the drink before him. “I’m just surprised to find you here that’s all,” he responded softly. “I would have thought you would be in Düsseldorf…”

 

“But there is nothing for me in Düsseldorf,” she replied quickly. “If I want to kill Johan, I’ll have to start thinking like he does, don’t you think, doctor?”

 

“Did you follow me then?”

 

“I’ve been following you all this time,” she said enigmatically with a matching smile that was not lost on the Japanese man. Again, he found himself staring helplessly at her again, barely aware of the light buzz in his brain as he tried to convince himself that he wasn’t drunk or at least getting there.

 

“You must have heard about the killings this morning,” he began with a nod as yet another drink was pushed towards him. “Do you think Johan had anything to do with it?”

 

Anna shrugged lightly before catching the doctor’s black eyes to stare rather intensely into them. “What do you really think, doctor Tenma? Do you think my brother was behind them? What motive could he possibly have?”

 

Blue – it was an endless sea of blue. They really were mesmerizing if you stared long enough into them. Johan and Anna - they really were a beautiful set of twins.

 

God, his head hurt.

 

“He wants me to follow him,” he replied hoarsely. “He’s enjoying this…teasing me…taunting me…using dead people as bait to lure me in…”

 

Anna seemed to lean closer, her blue eyes now sharp and filled with interest and curiosity. “Don’t you think that is too clever of him, Doctor Tenma? Surely Johan knows that you will find him eventually and kill him…”

 

“It’s too dangerous for you to be here, Anna,” he tried to say firmly. “I want you to go back to Düsseldorf and to stay with Doctor…”

 

But a sudden sharp and mind numbing pain seared through his head causing him to groan again. Anna gasped in concern, her hands reaching up to steady the slumping man. “Doctor Tenma? Doctor Tenma?” she called out desperately.

 

But as Kenzo began to slip into unconsciousness, all he could think about was on just how beautiful Anna’s smile had been…

 

 

~*~

 

 

Tenma moaned – a deep, low sound that seemed to be torn from the very depths of his throat. He felt incredibly lethargic and heavy, a common effect from clearly being…

 

Drugged.

 

Shit. When and how had this happened? The last thing he remembered or at least thought he could remember was having a drink with Anna at the bar. And now…just where in the world was he? He knew for certain that he was lying down on comfortable sheets on a bed and as he willed his heavy-laden lashes to open, he peered around him through glazed depths. He was in a room and a small one at that. Only a single table and chair propped beside the lone window were the other furniture in the room. There was a door leading to what he supposed was a bathroom as a thin streak of light forced its way out of the tiny slit at the bottom of the door. Another door on the right side of it was clearly the exit and for a wild moment, Tenma entertained the thought of escaping his prison as quickly as possibly.

 

But as his gaze fell upon the handbag and the topcoat draped carelessly upon the chair, he gave a soft sigh of relief as he realized that he was probably in a room rented by Anna. He forced himself to relax again, only to blink in confusion as his fingers brushed against something hairy and smooth…almost silky to the touch on his left. Gripping it firmly, he lifted the object to stare at it a bit moronically.

 

It was a wig. A dirty-blond wig that Anna had been wearing earlier this evening. Did this mean that Anna had always won a hair weave? But what for?

 

/I’ve been following you…/

 

Damn it! Of course! He should have known it from the moment those words had slipped out of the ‘girl’s’ mouth. Anna wasn’t here. Anna couldn’t have followed him here. She had promised to remain in Düsseldorf until his return. She wouldn’t deliberately go against his orders, would she? He tried to lift his hand as quickly as he could to feel for his gun. His breathing was growing more ragged, his heart pounding harder and faster as he focused his gaze on the door leading to the bathroom. The water had stopped running and Tenma knew without a doubt that the very person he was looking for was behind that door!

 

Slowly and carefully, it began to swing open. Tenma felt his mouth go dry, his eyes widening and his heart beat seeming to stop as he waited for the inevitable. And soon enough standing against the bright glare of the bathroom light was Johan Leibert with nothing but a gun – Tenma’s gun – pointed straight at the doctor’s forehead.

 

Oh God, I’m going to die, was the first irrational thought that flooded Tenma’s mind before he noticed that one, Johan seemed to be smiling (if you could call that small quirk of his lips, a smile) and two, the young man was dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxers that contrasted sharply against his smooth, pale skin. Tenma swallowed tightly and tried not to stare too hard at how well built and strong Johan looked in this state. Beneath the expensive and well-tailored suits was the body of a man who clearly knew how to look after himself. Tenma suddenly felt incredibly old and heavy compared to the handsome man before him. He shook his head quickly and laid back upon the bed, his hands clenching into tight fists as he closed his eyes and grit out coldly.

 

“Go ahead and do it,” he commanded. “Just kill me and get it over and done with.”

 

This definitely wasn’t the way he had planned for things to happen, Tenma thought inwardly as he held his breath and waited for the sound of the trigger. He would die and all his goals of getting rid of the monster he had brought back to life would come crashing to a halt. He wondered just what kind of drug Johan had slipped into his drink and just how…

 

“The bartender was quite accommodating when I told him you would be coming by,” Johan began quietly as if the doctor had wondered his concerns aloud. His voice now much closer as Tenma opened up his eyes quickly to stare blankly at the blond who was hovering just inches beside his bedside. The gun was still pointed towards Tenma’s chest but an unreadable expression had come into Johan’s eyes as he stared dispassionately at the man lying before him. “I told him a friend of mine would be coming by to kill me and he said he would help me get rid of you. Of course, I told him not to do so and warned him to put a little portion of the drug inside your drink. It’s tasteless, odorless and has the ability to kill in less than two minutes when taken recklessly. You’re a doctor; you should know what I’m talking about.”

 

Tenma knew all right but he stubbornly remained silent only to gasp and jerk a little as he felt the nuzzle of the gun placed against his chest. Johan was leaning over him now, those blue eyes now seeming to shimmer with interest as he began to undo the buttons of the doctor’s shirt. Tenma’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mind beginning to protest what was happening to him although his body refused to cooperate. He could barely move his hand and any attempt to push Johan away would prove to be fruitless as the younger man clearly had the advantage. The buttons done, Johan’s smile widened as he pushed open the shirt to reveal the older man’s much broader chest to his gaze.

 

“You are breathing much faster, my dear Doctor Tenma,” came the soft croon as the nuzzle of the gun was pressed against a taut and sensitive nipple. “Does this excite you?”

 

The doctor opened up his mouth to scream that this whole scenario was insane but instead a small and almost pathetic gasp escaped his lips as he felt the cold steel caress his nipples again. They stood proudly and erect and in growing embarrassment, Tenma could only close his eyes and grit his teeth as he began to feel another part of his anatomy respond to what was happening. He tried to think of something disgusting to control his rising erection but Johan didn’t seem to want that to happen.

 

“You are excited,” Johan said in slight awe as he trailed the weapon down the doctor’s tightly clenched torso. “I have never seen such a sight before. It truly is fascinating.”

 

Glad I could do that little service for you, Tenma thought wildly before jerking a little as Johan pressed the gun against the growing bulge within his pants. He closed his eyes and prayed fervently that the blond wouldn’t go any further, but to his chagrin, he had to listen to another soft ‘oh’ of surprise as the nuzzle began a slow but thorough journey up and down the length of his now throbbing groin. The bulge continued to grow until a small tent became evident and to make it worse, a small damp stain was now visible.

 

If he pulls the trigger…if he pulls the trigger down there…oh god…!

 

He gave a soft cry as Johan had now straddled him to deliberate grind himself upon the doctor’s obvious arousal. The blond leaned closer, blue eyes now darker with an emotion that Tenma would never be able to describe.

 

It’s just like my dream; the doctor thought with his heart pounding fiercely as his gaze fell to Johan’s parted lips. He’s going to…he’s going to…

 

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like to face your greatest fear, doctor?” he asked softly as his warm breath caressed the older man’s face. “What is it like to know that you are going to die in a matter of seconds?”

 

Tenma heard the click of the trigger and the sudden press of the nuzzle against his temple as Johan’s lips suddenly met his parted ones in a hard kiss. The doctor’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, his mind trying desperately to deal with the two contrasting emotions as well as it could. On one hand, the gun was bound to go off at any second, sending his brains splattering all over the bed. Secondly, Johan’s lips – which had the distinct taste of mint – were wracking a whole other kind of havoc on his senses. The doctor wanted to protest, to push the younger man away but to his chagrin, he felt his lips give way to accept Johan’s questing tongue. The hot appendage swirled and seemed to relish its acceptance as it sought for Tenma’s to suck on it roughly.

 

Someone moaned and Tenma wasn’t sure of whom it was, but what he did know was that this kiss was doing something to him that he never thought possible. The idea of dying and yet performing such an intimate act was enough to send his traitorous body responding to the morbidity of it all. He could clearly tell that Johan was enjoying this for the younger man’s arousal was now a hard jab against Tenma’s abdomen. He felt the warm dampness against his torso and he was aware that the blond was already leaking just as badly as he was.

 

Oh god…please stop…

 

But neither was willing to stop the kiss which only seemed to deepen as their tongues began a battle for dominance. Tenma closed his eyes and arched into Johan, his lower region aching, begging to be released from the pressure that was slowly building. He was going to explode and if Johan didn’t release him soon…

 

“Aaah…” Johan moaned softly as he reluctantly pulled away leaving a small thin trail of saliva between their swollen lips. He sat upright, his eyes still unreadable and now a blue so dark it looked almost violet in the dim glow of the room. He stared for a moment longer at the heaving man below him before rising to his feet just as quickly. Tenma was unable to stop the low groan of disappointment and he kicked himself inwardly for giving away his distress.

 

But to his amazement, Johan tugged away his boxers revealing his very erect organ to the doctor to see. He smiled again and held up the gun to his face before pointing it squarely at Tenma’s arousal.

 

“Take it off yourself, doctor,” he cajoled softly. “Your hands should be able to work properly now.”

 

“I….” He was about to say ‘I can’t’ but the click of the trigger had Tenma raising trembling hands to undo the buttons of dark slacks. He slid the cloth down his hips, realizing that he could move a bit more. The thought of escape came again or at least struggling for the gun, but he was still feeling a bit lethargic and he knew that Johan wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger at the slightest sign of resistance. He felt humiliated and ashamed at what he was doing. He couldn’t believe he was allowing this young man to destroy him this easily and quickly. He was going to go out of his mind if Johan continued to torment him like this.

 

“Touch yourself, doctor,” the younger man commanded with that same toneless voice that gave nothing away. But Tenma had heard the quick catch in the blond’s voice as his erection was released to the coolness of the air. “Go on…do it.”

 

The doctor gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trembling fingers reaching for his stiff penis to wrap them around it. He felt his cheeks grow hot as he was clearly aware of Johan watching his every move. He began to stroke it gently, feeling the thick veins seeming to throb against his fingers. A reluctant moan of pleasure escaped his lips as thick drops of pre-cum stained his hands and the sheets.

 

“Faster,” came the sharp command again and Tenma could only comply. His hand became a blur as he worked faster and harder. Soon enough, all thoughts of Johan watching or anything else faded from his mind as his concentration and his very being centered upon the growing pleasure he was bringing to himself. He threw his head back and began to moan thickly, his hips arched off the bed as his cock swelled within his hand. And hardly aware of the loud cry of satisfaction he gave, he exploded hard as he reached his orgasm. Thick spurts of his cum splashed against the wall beside him and upon his thighs and torso and as he collapsed upon the bed in exhaustion, Tenma felt the pleasure slowly dwindle to a feeling of shame so great he wanted to break down into tears.

 

To his chagrin and dismay, he tasted something salty and realized that he was indeed crying. But a sudden sensation of lips against his cheek and the feel of a warm tongue lapping at his tears had him whimpering softly.

 

“My dear, doctor Tenma,” Johan whispered softly as his arms tightened around the older man’s body in a surprisingly tender embrace. “You are truly an amazing person - which is why you must kill me when you have the chance again.”

 

He kissed the doctor again, his hips moving gently before releasing Tenma’s waist to place his hands beneath the older man’s knees. As Tenma felt his legs raised, his eyes widened in growing comprehension at what was about to happen. He began to shake his head rapidly, his tears falling faster as he stared and pleaded into the smiling blue eyes before him.

 

“No…” he croaked weakly but fervently. “Please…please don’t…don’t do this to me…Johan…please…AAAAAAARRGGHHH!!”

 

The pain was excruciating, blinding and mind numbing. Tenma felt as if his rectum had been torn apart as he felt the thick length of Johan’s cock thrust deeply within him. His hands flew up to claw desperately at the younger man’s arms, his head thrown back as his plaintive cries and pleas for Johan to stop went unheeded. In and out, deeper and harder, faster and faster still, the blond took as much of the older man as he could. He ignored the thin trail of blood that slid down his injured arm as Tenma’s now whimpered cries were like music to his ears. He buried his face against the doctor’s neck, tongue darting out to lick away the sweat that had accumulated upon the flushed skin. His breathing was becoming harsh and ragged as he felt himself coming close to completion. He shifted and raised the doctor’s legs a bit higher and with another particularly deep thrust, he listened as Tenma’s loud cries of pain became one of intense pleasure. Johan smiled at the change and continued to maul that sensitive spot over and over again until he felt the doctor stiffen around him. He tried not to wince at the fingers that were digging holes into his flesh as he felt Tenma explode between their torsos. The doctor’s inner muscles tightened around Johan’s cock and the man could hold back no longer. With a loud cry of his own, he came hard within Tenma, his cock swelling and spurting its thick cum in response to the older man’s release.

 

They fell back to the bed, bodies damp with sweat, heaving and panting with the force of their intense orgasms. Neither could say anything as they closed their eyes and allowed their frazzled thoughts to form some sort of coherency.

 

The tears had long gone and Tenma stared blindly out of the window as he bore the warmth and trickling thick fluid deep within his ass. His resolve to kill Johan had grown even more and as he felt the younger man slowly withdraw, he squeezed his eyes shut at the sharp pain while wondering why he felt oddly bereft at the lack of warmth. He didn’t move as he listened to Johan make his way into the bathroom to clean himself up. Neither did he make any attempt to reach for the gun which now lay innocently on the floor a few inches away.

 

All he had to do was pick it up and blast away the man who had humiliated him like this. But at the back of his mind, Tenma knew that it wasn’t the right time. There was something else deeper – there was so much more to Johan that he wanted, needed to know and killing the blond here now wouldn’t solve anything.

 

The door to the bathroom opened up again and Johan stepped out now dressed in a smart looking light brown suit. He ran fingers through his tousled blond locks before smiling warmly at the doctor who was still lying on the bed.

 

“I hope I have not defeated your spirit, my dear Doctor Tenma,” he said quietly as he walked up to the bed. Leaning close, he licked the older man’s lips softly before whispering thickly against them. “Come for me. Search for me. And when I’ve finally found the place I need to be…you will find me. You will see just how big the monster inside of me has become.”

 

And with those enigmatic words, Johan Leibert walked out of the room leaving Kenzo Tenma alone again to deal with his inner demons.

 

 

 

~*~

 

 

“…one hundred and nineteen…”

 

“And this time after twenty years of neglecting to sit at his head position, the State’s wealthiest man, Hans Georg Schuwald made an appearance to a full round of applause…”

 

“…two hundred and three…” He collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, his clothes damp with sweat as he stared at the ceiling. Doing pushups first thing in the morning was good but a killer on the body afterwards.

 

“Even sitting in his wheelchair, Schuwald seemed healthy and alert…”

 

He sat up quickly, dark eyes staring at the TV screen with interest and curiosity as the image of said wealthy man came on.

 

“And made a favorable impression on all the business men present…”

 

His features took on a cold look as he noticed the tall, handsome man – innocuous but yet visible enough in the background. A month. It had been one long month since the incident at the hotel room. One month of hiding his shame and humiliation from others. One month of restless nights and tortured dreams - a month of trying to fill a growing hollow in his heart that would never be healed.

 

Tenma’s hands clenched into tight fists on his lap as the man’s head turned a little, as those cool blue eyes and that damning polite smile still etched on his youthful features, met the doctor’s. The smile seemed to become wider and Tenma could feel the cold grip of fear and yet anger boil within his heart.

 

“And next in the news…”

 

I’ll kill you, he vowed as he began his push-ups again with even greater intensity. “I kill you, Johan and finally get rid of that growing evil within you and I.”

 

I promise…

 

 

~Owari~