I do not own the Doujin Kaname in any form. This is a work of fanfiction.

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This is a yaoi request fanfic made for an offline friend who I served with.

Ch1: it catches up to you.

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Kaname walked down the cold sidewalk after his latest bout of being someone's toy. He didn't feel bad physically, as he had been with a few men in his time and was by now used to being entered. He started to feel bad emotionally. He enjoyed the sensation of being on the receiving end of another person's desires, all the way up to intimacy. He didn't call it intimacy, though, he only called it sex, since he didn't love anyone he'd been with so far. He wanted to have the feeling of actually liking the person he was making contact with for a change.

While walking down the sidewalk, he was approached by a man he had been involved with before. "Kaname. Do you feel like doing something right now?" He asked.

"Fuck it, why not?" Kaname said, thinking he had just put himself back into what he wanted to step back from a bit.

They made their way to a clean looking hotel, bypassing the counter. "Hey, don't we need to check in?" Kaname asked his about to be again partner.

"I've already checked us in." He answered, pulling a keycard from his pocket and opening their hotel room door.

They walked in and the man closed the door behind them. Kaname noticed a tight looking girl's swimsuit on the bed. "I guess you want to have me after a swim?"

"Of course. If you would, please change into that and step in the shower to get wet."

Kaname picked up the one piece swimsuit and went into the bathroom. He undressed and looked at himself in the bod mirror. "Guess I'll do it one more good time and then I'll work on myself." He said to himself. "This guy isn't so bad, I've been with him before. He'll make a good last man, at least for now. But still no kissing."

Kaname put the swimsuit on and stepped into the shower and started getting himself wet. He made sure to get the entire suit soaking wet, as well as himself from head to toe. When he was finished, he leaned out of the bathroom and signaled his partner for the evening that he was ready, noting that the man was already undressed. He came into the bathroom and held Kaname from behind, his member becoming more and more erect as the contact continued. The man bent him over on the sink, then ran his hands all over Kaname's wet back. "Are you gonna do me or what?" Kaname's typical temper came out.

"I want to enjoy it before doing the deed."

The man pushed down lightly on Kaname's back while he pulled the swimsuit down. When his behind was exposed enough, the man guided himself inside Kaname, all the way up. Kaname had his usual reaction, gasping slightly as the man's member pushed up inside of him. When he was all the way in, he grabbed Kaname by the hips and pulled him back. "Going deep tonight, huh?"

"Oh, yes. Do you like it?"

"I'd like it better if you'd get to it."

The man started stroking away at Kaname's behind, pushing as far as he could with each stroke. Their session continued until Kaname couldn't stand by himself anymore and was only supported by his partner and the sink his upper body was still resting on. He was panting faster and faster, in time with the strokes. It was hard to tell what was sweat and what was still water. After what felt like forever to Kaname, his partner released inside of him. Their session now finished, he pulled himself clear of Kaname. "That was wonderful, as always." His partner told him.

Noticing he was unable to walk easily by himself, he helped Kaname over to the shower. "You wanna go again?" Kaname asked out of breath.

"I think we've both had enough for tonight. I'm going to get out of here, you can have the room for tonight. See you around."

The man left the bathroom, dressed and took his leave. Kaname stripped and showered so he'd be clean and dry for bed right after. He cleaned and dried himself, then slipped his underwear on. When he was about to get in bed, there was a knock at the door. He answered, and it was one of the men he was with earlier in the evening. "What the hell are to doing here?" Kaname asked, worried.

The man pushed the door open and closed it behind him. The door swinging open knocked Kaname off his feet. "I want that kiss, Kaname." He said in an aggressive tone.

"I don't kiss people I don't love. All you did was fuck me. There was no love."

The man grabbed Kaname when he tried to get up and held a knife to his throat. "I don't think you understand. I want my kiss."

Kaname struggled, but the man pressed the blade against his throat so he could feel the cold steel. He turned Kaname around so he was holding him from behind. "Fine, if you want your fucking kiss, I'll kiss you."

"No. Not just a kiss. You're gonna take it again, and I'm gonna get that kiss while we're doing it. You're going to look me in the eye while we kiss, too."

"That doesn't mean I have to like it, or you."

The man used the knife to lightly cut across Kaname's neck, just enough to make him bleed but not enough to kill him. Kaname started getting scared now, feeling the warmth of his blood starting to roll down his neck. "You're gonna smile this time. Now get on the bed. Face down, ass up."

Now fearing for his life, Kaname did what he was told. He faked a smile as he crawled up on the bed, the blood dripping down onto the sheets. The man unzipped his pants and got into place behind Kaname. He pulled his underwear down and pushed in him without warning. Kaname felt like he had really hit the bottom. He liked being the catcher, but not when it was forced on him. The man started aggressively giving it to him. "Hey, I know what's going on, but could you maybe go a little easier? It's really starting to hurt." He pleaded with his attacker.

He stopped and leaned down to put his face by Kaname's. "You're not in the position to be making requests like that. Now smile, or else."

Kaname smiled, out of fear. The assault continued, the man steadily going at it. He slowed down and got next to his still smiling face. He pulled Kaname's face to his own and kissed him. "Was that so bad?"

"Please, please stop. You got your kiss. Please, just let me go."

"And you'll run to the police. I'm not stupid."

Kaname started crying. "Please, I promise I won't go to the police. I swear I won't tell anyone."

"I'll tell you what. I'm going to finish off and I'll let you go, but only because you're so pitiful. When I leave, you'll wait ten minutes before you call anyone or go anywhere about the cut on your neck. Understand?"

Kaname was still crying. "Y-yes."

"And you just tell them you were mugged. I don't want them swabbing you and finding my DNA in there."

Kaname nodded his head in agreement and let his attacker do what he wanted. The assault continued for a half an hour, but to Kaname it felt like a lifetime. The man pulled him back for one final thrust and finished. He pulled out and put himself away, then he went for the door. "Thank God that's over." Kaname said.

"Not yet. You stay like that for ten minutes."

The door closed and Kaname kept his position on the bed. He watched the clock as it ticked away the time. When the time was finally up, Kaname started moving around. He put his clothes on and in the process opened the cut on his neck. He couldn't find his shoes so he walked out of the room barefoot, up to the counter. The clerk dropped what he was doing and ran out from behind the desk in shock. He picked up the phone and called for an ambulance.

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After getting stitches, Kaname laid still in his hospital bed while the police asked him questions. "You say you were mugged, but it happened in a hotel room? What about the man the cameras saw go into the room and leave after almost 45 minutes?" The investigator asked.

Kaname started crying again. "He told me he would kill me if I talked. He said for me to wait ten minutes before doing anything."

"Did anything else happen?" He continued as he wrote everything down.

Knowing that withholding information could be worse, he decided to tell them. "He raped me. raped me, okay? He had his way with me."

"I see. You don't need to worry, we'll catch him. We've got his face on camera. We'll just need a sample. The doctor will come in here and take care of you."

"There's one problem."

"What is it?" The investigator asked.

"I've. Actually been with a couple of men today. You'll find more than one set of DNA."

The investigator stopped writing for a moment. "Why is that?"

"I've got a thing for... Dressing like a girl and having relations with men. I normally just receive."

"So you're gay?"

Kaname thought about it for a moment. "I don't really know. I like the idea of being in a relationship with a girl, but I really like physical relations with men."

The second investigator came up with a question. "Are you a prostitute?"

"No. I never take payment, I just like the way it feels. Although, some of my partners just make me feel like s piece of meat."

"I see. Well, we can take samples from you and use that to match the face to the DNA."

The other investigator started wondering about something. "Why is this case different?"

The first investigator quickly answered. "His throat was slit. Usually, you don't cut someone's throat when they're consenting."

A doctor came in and the investigator went to leave. "Can you please stay nearby? In case that guy comes back."

"We'll be here in the hallway. You won't be alone."

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After the doctor had done her work, she gave Kaname a card. "Get ahold of these folks. They'll help you get past this."

"Thank you, doctor."

Kaname laid on his side, as it was still too painful to sit straight up. He laid there and thought about all the men he had been with. He really enjoyed being entered when he was consenting, and he felt good when he remembered his willing partners. He wanted to have a normal relationship, maybe even with a girl. He wanted more than sex, he wanted love. He made up his mind, that he would try to find someone special. "That's it. I just need to find a girl. Hell, I suppose I could maybe date a guy, if he treats me okay."

Kaname dozed off, assured that things would change when he woke back up.