|
|
|
|
The metal door nearby slowly creaked open from the weight, creating unbidden shivers through his body. 'Oh god not again.' He meekly pleaded. 'Can't he go away just one day and leave me in PEACE?' He felt like crying, but had no tears left. He shed every drop the first few weeks he was imprisoned. If one could call it imprisonment. He was here for all the wrong reasons.
It took so long to remember just what happened
I was so young and vestal then, you know what hurt me
Footsteps sounded in the quiet, slow and methodic in their torturous way. He was taking his time.
'He's in a good mood today.' Swallowing harshly, he forced his body to go limp. It was the only way his muscles could relax enough to endure the torture. There were times he wasn't hurt so bad if presumed to be asleep. The only thing in his favor. 'He just doesn't think the pain is as bad if I'm sleeping.'
Blinking in the darkness, they landed on the ropes binding his wrists. Limp, useless arms laid in front of him at a sharp angle near his body. He mentally sighed and closed his eyes as footsteps neared. 'Pretty stupid of him to tie them in the front of my body instead of behind.' But the idiot didn't want him to be uncomfortable.
If he wasn't worried about going insane, he would've started laughing and never stopped. But it would bring HIM in the room quicker.
He tried not to swallow; it still hurt to do so. Having been strangled a few times, there were red marks on his skin. A few knives were used, adorning small scars from his playfulness - from twisted behavior.
But I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive, even if signs seem to tell me otherwise
Got my hands bound and my head down and my eyes closed, my throat wide open
His clothes were tattered and dirty during his stay. How long had it been since he was captured? Months, years? From the lack of light in the room, day and night ran together. Making the days go quicker, but with less hope of rescue. Where WAS everyone? Had they forgotten him?
He hoped not - he HOPED he wasn't that forgettable.
He bit his tongue hard to keep quiet as the footsteps stopped outside the door. He wanted to scream and hope SOMEONE heard and came to his rescue. But he kept it in check. Eyes stayed closed, his body forcefully relaxed. Multiple locks clicked and the other metal door was unlocked. Slowly it was pushed open, revealing his capturer.
He peered through eyelashes to see what weapon would be used on him today.
Do unto others, what has been done to me
A lengthy whip coiled in one hand, the other resting on a hip in a feminine way. Hips jutted out toward that hand, head tilted in the same direction. Black vinyl pants shone in horrible lighting, hugging a slender form. A tight, sleeveless shirt hugged the features, developed arm muscles standing out in the darkness. Short, cropped hair framed the top of his head.
Dull lighting shone in, hurting his eyes. He knew nothing but darkness his entire imprisonment; anything brighter blinded him.
Do unto others, what has been done to you
Fear-filled slitted eyes followed army boots until they stopped inches from his face. He forced the small trembling of his limbs to quell until the torture started. Maybe he could pass out and be free to relish in oblivion while his rapist took whatever he wanted for the day. Then he could be left alone to wonder, yet AGAIN, what led him to live this daily hell considered a man's twisted form of love.
What had he done that deserved this form of purgatory? Would he ever feel peace again? Why HIM?
I'm treading water; I need to sleep a while
Xes stood above, looking down at the still form with a tender smile. He hoped he wouldn't have to use the whip today, as long as the beautiful youth didn't pretend to dislike the pleasure. He knew the boy liked it, but never showed it. He was defiant, not taking the love readily handed out. It was quite tiring really.
He hoped to break that spirit and be with his lover the way he wanted to be. Eyes took in loose tattered clothes, uncoiled ratty hair, dark unkempt skin, and visible bruises and scars with adoration.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious
Slowly, Xes kneeled. The hand moved from his hip and touched frozen concrete that made up the floor. It was freezing temperatures, but his love could survive it.
He survived anything.
That tender smile widened as love swelled. He set the coarse whip on the ground, brushing his fingertips over the boy's bangs, moving them away from his face. He didn't like it when they covered that handsome face, but from the right angle it gave him a dangerous air. It was that air what Xes fell in love with, making his heart beat all that much faster.
Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you
I need you to feel this
Feeling desire run as he continued to stare, a lustful fire burned in dark brown eyes. Slender fingers ran down the side of his face, from the temple and curved down his jaw, feeling clammy skin. Skull bones stuck out a little too much from malnutrition but it enhanced his eyes and nose, making them stick out more; taking away that youthful look and allowing an older appearance.
That cruel hand slowly wrapped around the bottom of his head, gripping it gently to tilt his face up. "Wake up little one." Xes cooed. "I know you're not asleep." Fire changed to one of minor irritation when his young love didn't move. "Wake up my love." He drawled, slight conviction in his voice. Still, the thin body below stayed immobile.
Xes's jaw lightly clenched.
He knew if he woke he would feel pain but also forbidden pleasure created by Xes. But he knew by feigning sleep he was bringing on torture for staying limp. He knew Xes wanted him conscious, wanted him to feel so he would betray his body by showing it on his face. It happened before and that was his mistake. He finally found a way to retaliate in his prison, even if it cost him bruises and some broken bones for it.
The hand under his face squeezed, bringing small pain as fingers dug crescent shapes into his skin. Still, he forced indifference and sleep on his face and body. He couldn't retaliate how he wanted to with his hands tied. He tried before and it was the reason for the bonds. His personal space was violated as his face was stuck into that of his lover's. Hot breath assaulted his face, a quiet hiss from the man the only indication he was unhappy with his behavior.
The other hand went to his slim neck, gripping it as well. He held his breath as he was moved from the position he was in for hours, laying on his back on freezing floor. Shivers ran up his spine, but he ignored them, keeping limp and unmoving. He concentrated on the cold to give him release from thought at what would befall him.
The pressure was released, allowing heat to leave his face. Instead of gasping like he wanted, he took even breaths, keeping the game going. It was something he'd done before and it was far past convincing. But it was all he had and he was clinging to the bottom run with every extremity he possessed.
Hands left his face, relieving him of the pain he was concentrating on. Loss for that pain burned, replaced with concentration from other keen senses. He wished for the pain - it gave his mind something to stay sane. Fingertips tantalizingly brushed from the start of his neck to his chest, pricking his skin.
'NO!' A small shiver coursed through the base of his spine, eliciting another small mental cry.
His skin started burning.
I can't stand to burn too long; released in this sodomy
Xes saw the small, near movement of the boy's brow as he brushed hands down his chest. A small smirk tilted his frown. It didn't matter if he woke, the pleasure was there and visible. He relished in the small amount of physical tone, compelling him to keep control a little longer.
Those hands were doing their sickly magic. Guilt and shame ate at his soul and mind as his body started aching. Mentally he pleaded with himself to concentrate on something, ANYTHING to keep his mind off what was going on and stay insolent.
His soul cried as the physical self refused to listen, the only thing that could cry. He kept that limp, sleeping game going. He didn't want to open his eyes and see Xes's face, see the love. Didn't want to know that Xes knew he was right about him.
'HE'S WRONG!' It was a weak cry in the deathly silence.
Slowly, fingers caressed his face, touching oily, ragged hair with enjoyment. If it was brushed, it would shine like the sun, but he was more beautiful when his physique was rugged and sleep-riddled.
Deft fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, wanting to see his physical form again. Xes's eyes hungered for it, creating impatience with his movements. He had been careless before, scaring his poor lover. He would not make that mistake again.
Cold assaulted his body, though not felt through the fire that burned his skin. The hands stopped, creating a want to continue. He unconsciously grew used to those soft caresses, the touch that turned painful. He had to wait for the pain to start, a task in its own right. Slender fingers touched bare skin, torturing his soul again.
How he wished to jump up and escape. The door was left open, but he would be caught with the whip before he was able to leave. He had no clue where he was anyway, so why escape?
He wouldn't get far.
Fingers created patterns on his stomach, his mind trying to figure out what they were. ANYTHING to keep his mind off what was going on. 'Someone please help me...' The invisible weeper shed soulless tears for the part that was forced to endure things that should never have befallen his already torn soul.
Once again, he started conjuring up memories and scenarios in his mind to fall away from agonizing reality. Daydreaming he was back with his friends, fighting in the war he hated so much. Hated no more.
He hungered to get back on the battlefield to fight and kill. He hungered to see light and eat food till he was full, to walk around a room with freedom from fear and torment. In these, he could do anything he wanted.
His spirit stopped crying and participated in those dreams and memories, turning a blind eye to what was going on.
For one sweet moment I am whole
Xes paused his movements when he sensed a change, seen it. Deep brown eyes narrowed as anger coursed, running side by side with pleasure. Fingers lifted, clenching tightly dangerously close to flesh. The small mark on his brow disappeared, peace settling over his face.
Xes's jaw lightly clenched.
One hand unclenched and slowly reached for the whip. The other soon joined it, helping to unravel the object. The coarse fibers touched his skin, making unpleasant sensations. Grabbing it several inches above the end, the edge dangled lightly against the chest. "Wake up little one. You wouldn't want me to use this on you, would you?"
No response. Dark eyes narrowed even further despite the singsong voice. His jaw clenched tighter.
Xes lightly brought the whip down, creating a small amount of livable pain. Still no response.
The whip dropped harsher, the sound bouncing off the walls. He brought it down again and again, hoping to make the limp, sleeping doll feel something, to show something. Nothing moved or sounded. Red marks shown on nearly white skin in the dank basement. Even breathing the only sound.
Do unto me now, what has been done to me
Xes eventually let go of the whip and grasped the slim neck - anger reddening his vision - and squeezed lightly. The deep even breathing halted to a small wheeze, but the mark on his brow never returned.
He would've held his breath, but he had no clue when Xes would let go. He figured light breathing the best course. It was probably the only way he could stay alive.
The memories he shortly relived left him thankfully unattached from the situation. He was now in a state of calmness, as if he was watching outside his body. His soul smiled from being freed. He imagined he was watching an Oz soldier haplessly torture a poor soul and was unable to help.
Do unto me, now what has been done
Xes forced himself to calm and remember why he was here. Hands immediately lessened and the redness receded into the back of an insane mind. A small smirk appeared on his face, knowing of a different way to make his beloved feel.
He eyed the limp body. Small, red beads had already clotted in attempt to keep the physical self from dying.
You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise
Moving with the grace of a cat, Xes slowly straddled the body, pressing a hand on either side of the small head. Lowering his head, full lips hovered a fraction over pale skin, smelling the stench from months of lack of bathing. Holding his breath, Xes ran parted lips across filthy skin, still soft...as if denying the unkempt appearance. Touching skin together gently, his lips ran over a small cheek and down a slender neck.
Still no response.
Far away in his heaven, he felt something restricting his personal space. He tried to keep in the heaven, in detached bliss, but instincts told him to move away and be comfortable. He fought that, a niggling in the back of his head still knowing where he was. He ignored that small thought, to keep in blissful retreat, in his only haven.
It was the only place Xes couldn't penetrate, but tried countless times. If such a darkness could pierce through his contented light, he really would lose his sanity. This small piece of harsh concentration was the ONLY thing keeping him sane.
Won't you come on a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you
I need you to feel this
Xes's body lowered until it almost touched the length of the youth. But he restrained himself, eyes locked on that creaseless spot on his love's brow. When he saw it appear, or even twitch, he knew he won once again.
Planting feather kisses over the youth's abused neck, he sought a sensitive spot or the pulse on the side of his neck. Feeling a slow beat, he cursed his slow behavior. There WAS a way to find the boy, he just had to find it again.
He refrained from smiling predatorily, moving down to his collarbone.
He felt light touches and it was as if dark spots covered the sun. The light started dimming.
'NO!!'
His soul moved to his mind to try and hold onto the light, to try and keep his sanity, but physical touch was betraying his soul. It was tainting his body as Xes painted kisses over his chest, slowly moving downward. His stomach jerked involuntarily as a tongue delved into his navel, sending heat trailing throughout his entire body.
'Please...stop... Stop breaking me!'
I need this to make me whole
Xes's body pressed down onto the limp doll. He felt the pulse start to speed up, felt the small amount of goosebumps and knew he won again. He ground their hips together, feeling pleasure flow through his body. Dark eyes rolled into the back of their sockets.
His chest lifted away, a hand moving to run down his own. He shuddered through the thin material, feeling the restrictiveness of it
Reaching the button on his pants, he undid it and slowly maneuvered them down his hips. Taking off all his clothes in the past proved too long, dimming bliss and he settled on the current situation.
Pressing himself against the boy, he felt the boy's guilty desire and his smile widened. That same hand worked the boy's pants, slowly removing them from his unyielding form.
Released in this sodomy
The light left, darkness claiming his vision. His soul screamed in agony as his physical self unwillingly felt pleasure as Xes pushed himself into him. 'Please...'
Not again, he couldn't feel this self-betrayal again. He was subjected to it again and again, only to show how weak-spirited he was. He was losing this battle poorly, his dead spirit of no help anymore.
Xes couldn't stand it anymore and he pulled away, crying out his love's name. A humorless smile appeared as he reached down to kiss immobile lips. His tongue pried the unyielding mouth open slowly, connecting with the limp flesh momentarily before pulling away. Kissing his jaw for a moment, Xes breathed in the flaccid boy's scent, memorizing it.
Fixing his clothing, he left the other set where it was and grabbed the whip. He coiled it slowly, staring at in bored fascination. He was a little amazed he had used the whip so little. He figured it would be fun to use toys, but it didn't get much use.
I am your witness that blood and flesh can be trusted
I am your witness that blood and flesh can be trusted
Xes looked down at the boy's half naked figure with savor, taking his time. He memorized every peaceful feature, every small muscle that made up the body. Eyes fastened on a small glint at the side of his neck, having gotten shifted around when he was moved. The cross seemed useless, but perhaps it held some meaning.
What he couldn't fathom.
He felt peace just watching him pretend to sleep. It was a shame the boy had to be confined to the basement.
For the first few days he was in Xes's room, but caused too much destruction and had to be tied up. But his strength was extraordinary and he broke a few ropes in haste to escape.
Xes wished those beautiful eyes would open so he could drink in the magnificent color. He never knew such a unique or deep color of violet and he missed seeing it for a long time.
A small, pleased smile graced Xes's handsome face. Turning, he walked to the metal door and locked it behind him.
Only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind
His eyes had slit open as soon as Xes turned and made for the door. Having been used to sound and not light for some time had a few advantages. He wasn't worried about his movement being spotted in such dark light; his lashes were thick. Another tiny advantage.
As soon as the locks clicked in finality for the day, purple opened to normal proportions and he stared at the ceiling of his prison. His ears stayed perked to footsteps as they left in the same manner they came, slow and methodic.
He felt insane laughter bubble behind his mouth and grit his teeth to keep it from escaping. He fought to keep the matching smile off face and eyes. Only after the other metal door closed and locked did he allow a quiet shuttering breath to be heard.
'Another day, another torture done.'
Got your hands bound and your hair down and your eyes closed
You look so precious now
Thankfully alone, he slowly sat up and looked at the disarray his clothes were in. He feebly worked pants to their normal status through still tied hands, gritting his teeth as he eyed the rest of his task. Eyes slowly closing with disgusting realization, he touched his chest and cleaned the rest of Xes off his form.
The small amount of tasks took his mind away from the big picture for a few blissful minutes. He focused large pupils on equally black buttons, trying to gain back a small piece of his soul with such a normal activity.
I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit, blood, and cum on my hands
Minutes had to've passed before he slowly stood to his feet, swaying due to hours of disuse from his legs. Leaning against the wall, taking a snail's pace as he walked, he wondered how long his legs would be able to support them through the haphazardly set bone in his foot.
He had to set it himself after Xes broke it in a rage in the beginning. He also had to fix his thumb from breaking it while trying to get out of his bonds. It was a good idea at the time...
He couldn't blame himself for trying. Pressing the thumb against the cold wall, he hardly felt the concrete over the still swollen appendage. Now that his hands were tied, he wasn't able to gain enough hold to set it correctly.
Finally reaching the connection of two walls, his forehead wearily rested against it, greasy hair brushing against skin. Leaning his shoulder against one wall, he slumped down it.
Crouching together to keep warm after feeling an even colder temperature leaking from outside, he situated arms to hold his legs together. The only thing the bonds were good for, since his weak strength was waning as he worked. Tiredly resting his head on his knees, he felt some trapped heat from his hair and was glad he hadn't cut it.
Moving his shoulders and head a little, he was able to get some chunks to cover more of his back and upper arms, allowing a poor blanket for the night - the only thing he had.
Anger wouldn't come to him; it hadn't in a long time. The only thing he felt was sadness and fear. Serenity graced its presence over him every once in a while, gratefully during most of the visitations. He tried to duplicate that feeling, to try and get some much needed sleep. It seemed he hadn't slept in so long, trying to keep awake to be on guard when Xes came back.
A soft sigh heated the small cocoon, the sound too loud in his ears.
'Guys, where ARE you?' He wondered yet again. It was a question he asked over a million times, so much he lost count. 'Why haven't you been able to track me down and SAVE me?'
I've come round full circle
Stepping from the shower, Xes dried himself off and wrapped his body in a robe. Resting hands in the front pockets, he went to the kitchen to try and find something for dinner. One side of his nose wrinkled in distaste at the small amount of food in his fridge. Closing the humming device, he leaned against it while thinking about something else.
His mind wandered back to the little doll in the basement. He sighed at his thoughts and shook his head. Xes hated going to the basement, but it was the only place Duo wouldn't be heard or seen. There were no windows in the room he was in, the only light coming from the inch space in between the door he installed.
Going through the cupboards, he busied hands as his mind worked. A small smile graced the handsome face, showing off his awe. Duo broke the wooden door previously resting there during the first few days. Xes had to put a metal one in its place and craft a relatively small hole so he could be sure the boy was still okay. He liked to check up on him every so often.
Even with Duo down there, basement was a horrible place. It was small, the only room being the one the boy was in now. There were no windows, just a single light at the top of the stairs.
A shudder worked its way through his spine, feeling the creepiness of the dank basement in the back of his mind. The perfect place for ghosts to reside and haunt. A smile momentarily graced his face.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon
Closing the blinds in his study, Xes turned off all the lights and closed the door. Sitting in his favorite recliner, he grabbed the remote and smiled in anticipation. Pressing play, he snuggled against the cushiness. The room was dark for a few seconds before dim lighting poorly brightened everything.
"You can't KEEP me here, you BASTARD!" Sounds of flesh on metal sounded, feet resounding as they savagely kicked the door. "Let me OUT of here! Someone help me!!"
A weak shiver moved through him, still not used to the anger. But he watched these tapes enough to be desensitized to most of it. The dank basement glowed with gray lighting, Duo's movements were jerky from the low-light setting on the camera. His face nearly filled the tv where it was positioned in the peep hole he fashioned.
Xes's lips tinged up.
You look so precious
The angry scene changed to one of quiet, the setting in the basement. Curled up in one corner, his back moved with slow breaths, indicating he was asleep.
"Someone...Heero...save me...get me out of here..."
Xes wondered who Heero was, but gave it no more thought. He asked Duo a long time ago, but was given only a crude response. He continued to mumble other names, muttering Shinigami and Deathsycthe with adoration.
Xes also wondered what those were, but shook the thoughts away. Duo would never tell him until he was trusted, so he would always be in the dark on a lot of Duo's past.
You look so precious
Brightness invaded the room, blinding him. Squeezing his eyes shut until they adjusted, his ears perked up. A knowing smile splayed across his face when he heard himself cry Duo's name. Watching himself over Duo in his room, he eyed his lover's face. Impassive, yet violet eyes were filled with a rage he knew was meant for him. His body was unmoving, tied to the bed. It was one of their earlier films.
An elbow rested over the armrest, giving him a surface to prop his chin up on. His eyes glazed as he stared into beautiful violet, only able to see it on videos. He was a little sad, but shook the feeling. He took in the naked form and felt desire hit through him again.
This part was only a few days after he grabbed Duo from where he spotted him. He was still well nourished at the time.
You look so precious
"I swear to god you bastard if you don't turn that tape off this INSTANT I'm going to get out of these ropes and shove it down your THROAT!!"
"But Duo, love, I just thought you would WELCOME your exquisite form on camera. It's so lovely you know."
Violet narrowed with rage that surpassed the previous clip. Legs and arms started jerking in attempt to break ropes or bed. "You can't break those." Xes said, a smile on his face. "They're tied really well." Duo's eyes looked at his hand and narrowed as he stared. "You're so rebellious you know. And you never LISTEN to me either." Duo didn't answer, but pulled on the hand he was staring at, quickly making it turn red to purple. "What're you doing? STOP that." But Duo turned a deaf ear and continued to put pressure on his wrist. "Duo love, STOP THAT."
No movement was made toward the bed, having figured the boy would eventually stop when he cut off the circulation. He figured it would've served him right...but he didn't know the plan back then.
A muscle at the edge of one eye twitched until it closed violet as the dislocation sounded. Other than that, he showed no other pain. He was completely calm about the whole thing, as if he practiced this a lot.
"DUO! What're you DOING?!" The camera's view shifted as it was set on something. Xes's form finally becoming visible as he rushed to the bed. Duo's hand slowly slid out from the hole from the ropes.
You look so precious
"You know I don't want to hurt you or kill you, right?"
"So you say, you twisted sicko."
A sigh. "Look, I explained myself to you enough times. Do I have to go over it AGAIN?"
"Yes! Starting with why you've kidnapped me!"
"I didn't KIDNAP you Duo. I brought you here so we could be together!"
Violet widened before he burst out laughing. "That's funny! If you wanted to get my attention, you should've gone about it a different WAY!"
"What would you've done Duo?" Xes angrily gritted.
"Well for one, I wouldn't have tied me UP!" He glared at the camera, bare hands and feet bound to a poster bed.
"I wouldn't have HAD to if you didn't start destroying my HOME."
"Whatever!" He denied hotly. "I. Want. OUT of these things." Violet jerked to the bonds before meeting the camera again. "NOW. Before I make your death anymore painful than it already WILL be."
A small chuckle. "You wouldn't kill someone who LOVES you Duo."
Those eyes widened in shock, his mouth gaping open a little. "Say WHAT?!"
You look so precious now
"Oh god he even wants to film me even AFTER he raped me..." Duo sighed. "At least he's gone." Violet looked around Xes's dark bedroom, having left him alone. The only light in the room was from streetlights nearby. A quiet sigh pierced the microphone again.
"Why me? Why did that sick pervert take me? There're million of men and women and he picks ME..." A small defeatist cry sounded. A quiet sniffle. "I just don't understand it." He meekly pleaded. "Heero...Quatre...Trowa...hell Wu Fei...come save me..."
You look so precious
bravenet.com