They sat cross-legged on the carpet, the glow of the fireplace throwing their shadows across the rug. Kai slid the deck of cards across the floor with deliberate laziness, his smirk carved into his face like he was already the victor. He handed Rin a cigar with one hand and placed a heavy glass of vodka in front of him with the other.
"Alright…" Kai lit his own cigar, letting the smoke curl upward in elegant swirls. His gaze lingered on Rin, amused, predatory. "…shall we play?"
Rin took the cards in silence, his fingers steady despite the storm brewing inside him. He wasn't here for fun. He wasn't here for Kai's smug little games. This isn't entertainment. This is war. This is my ticket out. He refused the cigar, pushing it aside. The vodka too. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, were locked only on the cards.
Kai chuckled low. "No smoke, no drink? You're spoiling the atmosphere, Rin."
"I didn't come here to spoil anything," Rin muttered, shuffling the cards with methodical precision. He glanced up briefly, dead serious. "…I came here to win."
The weight in his voice made Kai grin wider. "Good. That's exactly what makes you fun."
They drew their cards. The room fell into a tense silence except for the occasional crackle of firewood. Rin's expression didn't shift, eyes narrowed as he studied his hand. Kai, meanwhile, leaned back casually, legs stretched out, exhaling smoke in lazy circles as though the game were already beneath him.
The first few rounds were cautious. Rin's moves were precise, his strategy unfolding like a soldier moving pieces on a battlefield. Every card he threw was deliberate, chosen to test Kai's reactions. I have to keep calm. I can't let him read me.
But Kai… oh, Kai didn't play cards. He played people. Every smirk, every raised brow, every deliberate sigh was meant to get under Rin's skin.
"Careful," Kai murmured as Rin countered one of his throws, his tone smooth as silk. "Play too seriously and you'll burn yourself out. It's just a game, Rin."
Rin slammed down his defense card, eyes cutting into Kai's like blades. "Not to me."
Kai laughed. A deep, rolling sound that filled the entire room. "Oh, I know. That's why I like this."
The game grew tighter. Rin kept his defenses strong, refusing to let Kai break through, but Kai was relentless. He'd drag his turns out, tapping his cards against his lips, humming low in his throat as if bored—every move designed to make Rin impatient.
At one point, Rin was about to strike hard with a winning move, but Kai suddenly leaned in, close enough that Rin could smell the smoke and vodka on his breath. "Your hands are trembling," Kai whispered.
Rin froze, realizing too late that Kai was right—his fingers had betrayed his tension. In that split second of hesitation, Kai laid down a devastating counter, shifting the balance back into his favor.
"Fuck—" Rin muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw.
Kai chuckled, leaning back again, completely at ease. "Language, Rin. Tsk, tsk."
But Rin wasn't giving up. He pressed forward, burning with determination. Each card he played carried the weight of his desperation, his need for freedom. Inside, his thoughts were razor sharp: I can win this. I have to. He's just toying with me. Stay focused. Don't let him see you crack.
Kai, on the other hand, enjoyed watching him unravel. Every flash of frustration across Rin's face was a victory sweeter than any card. "You really think you can beat me?" he drawled lazily, setting down another card with a snap. "In cards… in control… in anything?"
The fire popped loudly, punctuating the silence between them. Rin glared, his whole being burning with resistance. "Yes."
And for the first time, Kai's smirk faltered just slightly—not in fear, but in delight. The way Rin's voice rang with conviction… oh, it made him want to break him even more.
Kai leaned forward, voice low, dangerous. "Then show me, Rin. Show me how far you'll go to win against me."
The carpet became their battlefield. The deck shuffled, cards dealt: six for each of them, trump suit revealed. Rin's eyes sharpened like a hawk's. He's not just my opponent, he's the enemy commander. One mistake, and I lose everything.
Kai, cigar resting between two fingers, seemed utterly uninterested. He studied his cards one by one, but instead of analyzing them like Rin, he smirked, swirling his vodka lazily. "You're tense already. Relax. It's just durak, Rin."
Rin ignored him. Not a game. A war.
Round 1
Rin attacked first, throwing down a 9♠. His eyes didn't blink as he calculated possible defenses. Kai glanced, yawning dramatically, then countered with a Q♠.
"Of course," Rin muttered, jaw tightening.
Kai leaned closer, his smirk widening. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to get out of here with my helicopter keys."
Stay calm. Don't rise to it. Rin defended, tossing a K♦ on the next attack.
Kai's eyes lit up at Rin's move. "Oho… clever. Using the trump early. You're serious about this." He licked his teeth, as if savoring the tension.
Round 2
Kai went on offense now, sliding a 7♣ forward. His motions were slow, deliberate—like a predator giving his prey time to run before pouncing. Rin defended with 8♣, eyes sharp, movements crisp.
Kai shrugged. "Not bad. But you're too stiff, Rin. Too… military."
"Better than being a manipulative bastard," Rin shot back, tossing down his next defense.
Kai laughed. "And yet you're sitting on my carpet, playing my cards, under my roof."
Round 3
The pace quickened. Cards slapped down, defenses met, counters made. Rin played with precision, every choice weighed like a battlefield maneuver. Kai, however, was chaos incarnate—one move lazy, the next devastatingly precise.
Then it happened.
Rin attacked with a 10♥, and Kai moved to counter. His hand hovered too long over the deck before producing a 10♠. His grin was wide, too wide.
Rin's instincts screamed. Wait. No. That wasn't in his hand before.
His gaze dropped, catching the faintest glimpse of the card's back corner tucked suspiciously beneath Kai's palm.
"HEYY!!" Rin slammed his hand down, seizing Kai's wrist mid-motion. Cards scattered across the carpet. His voice cracked with fury. "IT'S A CHEAT!!"
Kai froze, then tilted his head, expression feigning innocence. "Cheat? Rin, really…" He blinked, widening his eyes as though genuinely confused. "…I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb!" Rin snarled, gripping Kai's wrist harder. "You palmed that card from the deck—don't lie to me!" His chest rose and fell, each breath heavy. If I can't even win at cards, I'll never escape him. This is all I've got.
Kai chuckled, low and dangerous. His free hand reached for his cigar, taking a long, unbothered drag before exhaling smoke into Rin's face. "Mmm… interesting. You're trembling, Rin. Are you angry because you think I cheated—or because deep down you already know…" He leaned in, lips nearly brushing Rin's ear. "…you can't beat me even when I play fair?"
Rin shoved him back, glaring daggers. His voice was steady, deadly serious. "I'll win. Even if you cheat, even if you twist the rules, I'll still fucking win."
Kai studied him in silence for a long, heavy beat. Then, suddenly, he laughed—a sharp, amused, delighted sound that echoed off the villa walls. He let Rin's wrist go and spread his arms theatrically.
"Fine. Fine, soldier boy. You caught me. Let's start again, hm? But know this…" His eyes narrowed, voice dropping like a blade. "…whether on the table, in bed, or in war, I never lose."
Rin's knuckles whitened around the cards. His thoughts burned like fire. Then I'll make this the first time you do.
The scattered cards were gathered, shuffled again. This time, Rin snatched the deck from Kai's hand. His movements were sharp, mechanical, like a soldier reloading a weapon. If he cheats again, I'll catch it. No mercy. This is my only battlefield… my only chance.
Kai leaned back lazily, legs stretched out on the carpet, cigar smoke curling in the air. He studied Rin with a predator's patience. "Careful, Rin… shuffle too hard and you might break your pretty little hands. And then how will you play soldier?"
Rin ignored the jab, dealt the cards with steady precision. Each flick of the wrist was a declaration: I'm not falling for you again.
The trump suit was revealed—♥. Kai smiled faintly. "Ah. Hearts. How romantic."
"Shut up." Rin's voice cut sharp. His gaze never wavered.
Round 1 – Rin attacks
Rin threw down a 9♦ like a gauntlet.
Kai studied it, then countered with a J♦. His fingers brushed the card dramatically, dragging it across the carpet as if mocking Rin's intensity. "Is that all, Rin? I was hoping for something exciting."
Rin didn't flinch. He pressed harder, sending out a 10♣.
Kai raised a brow, smirk tugging at his lips, but covered it with a K♣.
Rin felt his jaw lock. He's matching me… too easily.
Round 2 – Kai attacks
Kai flicked forward a 7♥.
Trump. Rin narrowed his eyes. He could burn one of his trumps—or sacrifice. His hand shook faintly as he weighed the cost. Finally, he surrendered a 9♣.
Kai tsked, shaking his head as though disappointed. "Already bleeding pieces off the board, Rin? I thought you'd last longer."
Rin clenched his fist beneath the table. Don't let him get in your head. Play smart. He wants you rattled.
Round 3 – momentum shifts
The game deepened. Cards slapped down, defenses cracked. Rin attacked with a Q♠, Kai defended with K♠. Rin retaliated with a J♥, Kai blocked with an A♥.
It was brutal, precise. Rin's heart pounded. His strategy was working—he was slowly cornering Kai, forcing him to spend his trumps, whittling his deck. I can win this. I can actually win this.
Kai, though, only smiled wider with every card that left his hand.
"You're sweating, Rin. Look at you. So serious." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glinting. "It's adorable. Like watching a little boy play soldier with real bullets."
"Shut the hell up," Rin hissed.
Round 4 – Rin on the edge of victory
Rin's hand was strong now. Two trumps, a queen, and a jack. Kai looked cornered, his pile thin. Rin attacked viciously, slamming down the Q♦.
Kai countered with a K♥, his smirk flickering.
Rin pushed harder, throwing a J♠.
Kai frowned faintly, digging. He defended with a J♦, weaker but holding.
Rin grinned for the first time. I've got him. One more push.
He sent his Q♥ onto the carpet. "Beat that." His voice was low, commanding, full of sharp triumph.
Kai looked at it, silent. His smirk faltered—just for a heartbeat. He picked up his glass of vodka, swirled it, and chuckled softly.
Rin's pulse spiked. He can't defend. He's finished. This is it.
The Twist – Kai cheats
Kai sighed dramatically, set his glass down, then reached for his pile. His movements were oddly casual—too casual. He slid a card out face down, then revealed it with a flourish: A♥.
Rin froze.
Wait. That—no. I counted—he already used the Ace of Hearts.
His breath caught. He stared at the card, then at Kai. His hands trembled so violently the queen slipped from his fingers. "You… you cheated. Again." His voice cracked, heavy with despair.
Kai leaned back, stretching like a cat, the Ace still on the floor between them. His smile was serene, satisfied, merciless.
"Cheat?" he murmured, feigning innocence once more. "Or maybe you just miscalculated. You're so emotional, Rin. Maybe your soldier brain isn't as sharp as you think."
Rin's throat burned. His eyes watered against his will. No. I counted. I KNOW I counted. He's lying. He's twisting everything.
"Say it, Rin." Kai's voice dropped, silky and poisonous. He leaned closer until his lips nearly grazed Rin's temple. "Say you lost."
Rin's chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. His hands clutched the cards so hard they crumpled. He looked like he might break—cry, scream, collapse.
Kai studied him with endless delight, tilting his head. "Look at you. Eyes red, lip trembling. You're about to cry, aren't you?" He chuckled darkly. "Don't waste those tears here. Save them for when I really make you beg."
Rin shoved the cards aside, fury shaking him to the core. "You're sick."
Kai grinned, scooping the scattered cards with one lazy hand. "And yet you're still here. Still playing."
The firelight flickered across his sharp grin as he leaned back, tapping the Ace of Hearts once on the carpet before sliding it back into the deck. "Remember this, Rin. No matter how hard you fight, how smart you think you are…" His eyes gleamed, victorious. "…I always win."
"No, no, no—!" Rin's voice cracked as he bolted from the carpet, cards scattering in his wake. His heart hammered like war drums, his throat clogged with a knot of humiliation and rage. He ran, feet slamming the steps, but before he could reach the safety of the bedroom, a strong arm snared his waist.
Kai's grip was unyielding, iron beneath silk, pulling Rin back with an effortless tug.
"Hey, hey, hey…" Kai's voice dripped honey, low and coaxing, like a lullaby meant to soothe a child in distress. "Rin, sweetheart. Don't run from me."
Rin twisted hard, shoving at Kai's chest, but Kai only pulled him tighter, pressing his lips against Rin's cheek in a lingering, mocking lick. Rin stiffened, revulsion crawling through him. His skin burned where Kai's tongue had touched.
"Get off me!" Rin spat, his voice raw, shaking. He wanted to scrub the skin off his face, burn it away. "This is—" He froze, chest heaving, then forced the word out with bitter finality. "…this is rape."
The air went sharp, the word like a gunshot.
Kai stilled for a moment, head tilted as though pondering it, his smirk never faltering. Then he chuckled, soft and low, the sound vibrating against Rin's ear.
"Rape?" His tone was silk and venom at once. He nuzzled Rin's jaw, whispering as though it were a secret only they shared. "Oh, Rin… don't be dramatic."
Rin's hands clenched into fists. Dramatic? He thinks I'm being dramatic? His heart twisted with fury and disgust. This isn't a game. This isn't a joke.
But Kai wasn't done. His breath was hot against Rin's ear, his words a steady, poisonous drip.
"Come on," Kai murmured, his voice unbearably calm, unbearably certain. "You and I—we made a deal, didn't we? A game. A wager. And you agreed. No one forced you. I told you: if you win, you leave. If I win…" He trailed off, letting the silence curl around Rin's throat like a noose. Then, softly, "A deal is a deal."
Rin's stomach churned violently, his insides recoiling at the way Kai made it sound so reasonable. So logical. Like he was the one being foolish.
"This isn't a deal," Rin hissed, his voice ragged, almost breaking. "This is you trapping me. Manipulating me. You twisted the rules, you cheated—"
Kai cut him off with a soft laugh, pressing his forehead to Rin's temple. "Oh, sweetheart…" His voice was velvet now, a mockery of tenderness. "You can cry foul, scream all you like… but at the end of the day?" He tightened his hold around Rin's waist, pulling him flush against his chest. "I always win."
Rin's breath hitched, his chest constricting like a vise. His mind screamed at him to fight harder, to claw, to escape, but his body betrayed him—shaking, frozen, caught in Kai's suffocating warmth.
He's twisting everything. Turning my words against me. Making me doubt what's real. This—this is wrong. I know it's wrong. But he speaks like it's already decided. Like my will doesn't even matter.
Kai stroked a hand down Rin's back, almost tender, almost gentle—like a lover. The touch made Rin's blood boil.
"Don't call it rape, Rin. Call it what it is." Kai's lips curled against his cheek, his whisper threading into Rin's bones. "Fate. You and I—we're bound. Marked. Chained. You can hate me all you want, fight me all you want… but you're mine. You've always been mine."
Rin bit down hard on his lip, so hard he tasted blood, his body trembling under the weight of those words. His heart screamed rebellion, his pride roared for defiance, but in that moment—in Kai's suffocating grip, with his reality warped by manipulation—he felt himself drowning.
Kai hoisted Rin over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, ignoring the smaller man's thrashing fists against his back. His steps were steady, unhurried, almost mocking in their calmness as he carried Rin upstairs. The heavy door of the bedroom swung open, then shut with a decisive thud that made Rin's stomach twist.
In the next moment, he was thrown down onto the bed, the sheets collapsing beneath him, his breath punched out of his lungs. Rin scrambled backward, but Kai's shadow loomed over him, tall and unshakable, blotting out the faint morning light creeping through the curtains.
"Don't—don't touch me—" Rin's voice cracked, raw with both rage and desperation. His hands pressed against Kai's chest, though they shook from exhaustion. "This is—this is wrong—"
Kai leaned closer, his breath warm against Rin's ear, his voice deceptively soft. "Wrong? No, Rin… this is what you promised. We made a deal, remember? You wanted to play games with me. You lost. And I always collect what's mine."
Rin's chest heaved, his serious eyes glinting with fury even through the haze of fear. He twists everything… every word, every choice. Even when I think I'm playing him, he's already five steps ahead. Why the hell do I feel like a pawn instead of a person?
Kai's hand closed around Rin's wrist, pinning it effortlessly into the mattress. "You talk about freedom," Kai murmured, his tone slipping between velvet and iron, "but you came here willingly. You always come back to me—even when you run."
Rin's throat tightened. He wanted to spit, to scream, to deny it all—but his body betrayed him, trembling under the weight of Kai's presence. His heart thrashed against his ribs like it wanted out of his chest.
Panic, cold and sharp, lanced through Rin's haze of pain and exhaustion. He knew what came next. He knew the agony of being taken without preparation, the tearing, the blood. A sliver of self-preservation made him speak, his voice hoarse and strained. "Wait… lemme prepar—"
His plea was cut off as Kai's hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back sharply while his other arm hooked around Rin's waist, dragging him bodily across the sheets until he was positioned exactly where Kai wanted him. There was no more discussion. Kai freed himself, his erection springing free, already thick, veined, and pulsing with a frightening intensity. The blunt, slick head pressed against Rin's unprepared entrance, a silent, terrifying promise.
"Wait— aahh!" Rin's protest shattered into a raw, guttural scream as Kai sheathed himself in one brutal, tearing thrust. The pain was immediate and blinding, a white-hot sear that felt like being split in two. Rin's back arched violently off the bed, a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming invasion.
"It's.. too.. ngh... mhmm big!" The words were a choked sob, tears of pure agony springing to his eyes. His hands came up, pressing weakly against Kai's rock-hard abdomen, a pathetic attempt to push him away, to create even a millimeter of space. Stop, please, you're tearing me apart…
Kai didn't budge. He looked down at Rin's tortured expression, a cold, merciless grin on his face. He caught Rin's wrists in one large hand, pinning them above his head against the pillows, utterly immobilizing him.
'You made a deal, Rin,' Kai growled, his voice a dark, remorseless hammer driving the truth home. He began to move, setting a ruthless, deep rhythm that brooked no argument. 'You came back. You knew the price. Now… deal with it.'
'Nghh.. mhmm…' Rin could only make helpless, punched-out sounds, each thrust stealing his breath. The sound of their bodies meeting, the sharp, wet slap of skin on skin, echoed obscenely in the luxurious room, a stark contrast to the violence of the act.
'At least… ngh… slow down… fuck,' Rin begged, his voice breaking. The pain was a constant, throbbing fire, and the relentless pace was making him dizzy, threatening to pull him under into unconsciousness again.
Kai leaned down, his face inches from Rin's, his breath hot against his cheek. 'Don't cum …in me ..mhmm …I'm not ready for any babies… ahh' It was a desperate, futile attempt to assert some control over the uncontrollable, to protect himself from the ultimate violation Kai had threatened.
Kai let out a dark, deeply amused chuckle. The sound vibrated through his body and into Rin's. 'What if I want babies?' he purred, the question insane and terrifying. His grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with possessive madness. 'What if I want to see you round and heavy with my child? A permanent reminder.' To emphasize his point, he thrust harder, deeper, as if trying to implant the horrifying idea physically.
Then, in a swift motion, he flipped Rin onto his side, pulling one leg up to open him even further. The new angle was somehow more intimate, more degrading, allowing Kai to plunge into him with devastating precision. He spooned Rin, his arm a steel band across his chest, holding him captive.
'You feel so good, mhmm,' Kai groaned into his ear, his voice thick with a perverse pleasure that made Rin's skin crawl. He rocked into him, each movement calculated to drag against every oversensitive nerve ending. 'You feel that, Rin?' he murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, sinister whisper. He shifted minutely, angling himself to rub relentlessly against that deep, internal spot that made Rin's vision whiten. 'You feel how your body takes me? How it fits me? It doesn't matter what your mouth says. This…' he thrust hard, '…this is the truth. You were made for this. For me.'
The sensation was a deep, internal pressure that went beyond the familiar, brutal stretch. A strange, cramping fullness that felt… invasive in a new way. 'Nghhh… it feels weird… my tummy feels weird..' Rin muttered, the words slurred and breathy, lost between a moan and a whimper of confusion. It was a deeply unsettling feeling, as if his own body was being reshaped from the inside out, a cavity being filled that was never meant to be.
Kai didn't slow. His movements became possessive, deliberate, each thrust aiming to deepen that bizarre, bloated sensation. 'You feel that, Rin?' he breathed, his voice thick with exertion and dark satisfaction. He licked a stripe up Rin's sweat-and-tear-streaked cheek, tasting his degradation. 'See how deep I am? I'm planting myself in you.'
With a brutal shift of his weight, he grabbed both of Rin's legs, forcing them up and back, pinning them close to Rin's chest. The position was unbearably vulnerable, arching Rin's back and allowing Kai to plunge into him at a devastating, vertical angle that made Rin's eyes roll back.
'Aaahh…! It's too deep! Ngh—!' Rin's cry was strangled, his protest dying as the breath was forced from his lungs. From this new angle, Kai could look down, his gaze traveling over the landscape of Rin's tormented body. His eyes, alight with cruel discovery, fixed on Rin's groin.
A low, dark laugh escaped him. 'Oh…' he purred, the sound dripping with vile triumph. 'You are hard.'