Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence Lost ❯ one. ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Mine. These boys, all of them, are mine. You're welcome to play with them, too, as long as you tell me where to find it. The Twins are eight, the gang is between the ages of 14 and 25. Yes, that's pedophilia. I know. I don't condone or participate in the actions described here. Kidnapping and rape are both ugly things. So why am I writing it? So that when I write for the Twins when they're older, you'll have an understanding of why they act the way they do.

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The boy struggled against his bonds, tied facedown on a filthy mattress in an abandoned warehouse. It was hard to breathe around the gag, and his shoulders ached from being secured behind his back at an odd angle for so long. He tried to remember how long he'd been there, smelling the urine soaked cotton, wriggling against the cold fabric. Every once in a while, one of the teens that had brought him here to this stinking, bare room would come by and pinch or slap his pale little black-clad bum, but none of them would talk to him or loosen the ropes.

Still, his thoughts kept trailing back to home, to Tamasine. His brother must've been worried sick by now, pacing their small room back and forth…or he hadn't strayed from his seat in the windowsill. Either way, all the boy wanted to do was go home to him. Forget about their parents, the two never did mean anything to the twins. A tear slowly slid down Tomo's cheek, catching on the rough fabric shoved in his mouth and tied behind his head, no doubt catching several of his pale blond hairs in the knot. He shut his eyes tight when he heard footsteps approach, then stop in front of him.

"So, is the little bitch awake yet?" A calloused hand grabbed the sides of his face and pulled sharply up, turning the boy to look at the speaker. Tomo carefully opened one eye, then the other. Blinking away his tears he looked at the cause of all his discomfort. The teen leered at the softly sobbing child, remembering exactly why he took the boy from his yard. It was those brown eyes that had been his downfall. He had the biggest eyes the teen had ever seen, light brown and innocent. He wanted to break it, shatter that innocence, claim it for his own. That was why he'd snatched the boy. That was what had prompted the move to this chill, empty warehouse. That was what he was going to steal. The greatest glory of all could be had with this boy, and he aimed to have it all for himself. His thumb moved across the weeping child's cheek, smearing the tear track he found there. His eyes softened for an instant, and he almost felt pity for what he was about to do. Turning to one of the other teens in the room, he called out, a harsh voice that spoke of years of suffering.

"Ran, untie him. We're gonna have some fun with this one." The scrawny teen hurried to comply, his gelled head bobbing in agreement.

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Tamasine looked out the window frantically for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. He didn't usually let anything faze him this much, but Tomo had been out of sight for hours. At first, he'd simply written it off as his brother going off with his friends again without telling anyone, but he'd never stayed out this long without word. This time was different- Tomo was trapped or lost or somehow couldn't get home or call or anything. Grabbing his jacket, he ran out toward the grocery store.

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A cry filled the stale air, muffled by a shred of burlap, as the spike haired youth pulled out a knife and stalked towards Tomo. Ran smiled apologetically as he knelt behind the gagged blond to sever the tie between his hands and the pole above the mattress. The last strand broke and the boy's hands flopped against his back, shoulders relaxing as much as possible. His eyes widened fearfully as the teen still holding his face grinned wickedly.

"Oh, lovely, we are gonna have so much fun together. But first, I want you to know my name." His grin widened impossibly, like a shark's. "I'm Shin, and we're going to take that lovely look out of your eyes. Yes…we're gonna replace it with something far…darker. Just wait, lovely, you'll see."

Shin released Tomo's face and moved behind him, a hand gently sliding over his small butt, squeezing one side a bit. The much older teen breathed into the frightened boy's ear, "So tight out here…I bet you're just the same inside. And I aim to find out." Shin's hands gripped tightly at the fabric of Tomo's pants, pulling and then finally tearing it away from the trembling body. He caressed the soft skin there, smooth and unsoiled, pinching and kneading a bit before shoving one finger into the boy's rectum painfully. Tomo's hips shot forward, trying to escape the feeling of being suddenly invaded. There was no part of this that enjoyable for him, and Shin knew it. Wiggling his finger a bit, he slowly pulled it out to unbutton his trousers. Once they were pooled around his ankles, he snapped, and Ran held a jar towards him.

"Can't go in dry…yet. Too painful. For me, that is. Too much friction is a bad thing, lovely." The blond, still too frightened to move merely sobbed louder- he could guess what was next. Shin reached into the jar, scooping out a generous handful of something foul-smelling and thick. The teen groaned as he slathered it all on his seemingly enormous erection, hand pumping it slowly. His eyes fluttered closed when he grabbed the child's hips, positioning himself between Tomo's legs. He stopped for a moment, blunt tip resting against the boy's virgin entrance, then quickly spun the shocked blond around to face him.

"Don't close your eyes, kid. I want you to see everything that I do." Tomo started to nod, trying to keep his eyes open. First, there was pressure against his hole, then all he knew was pain.

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"I-itai!" Tamasine fell outside the grocery store, quietly crying and rubbing his butt. Tomo was in a lot of pain, wherever he was. He stood on shaky legs and walked into the store, tears still trailing down his cheeks. The man behind the counter took one look at his son before jumping the register and kneeling beside him.

"Son, Tama, what's wrong? Why aren't you home? And where's your brother?"

Tama looked up at his father with pain-filled eyes, and managed two words before passing out. "It…hurts…"

Ryuji picked up his son from the floor and carried the unconscious boy into the back room.

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A small squeak was the only sound before the tears began anew. Shin had been thrusting into the small shaking body for only five minutes, but he was close to losing it. Tomo had started making small noises at the back of his throat six minutes ago, and was on the verge of passing out. But every time he closed his eyes, Shin would slap him to awaken the poor boy. After what seemed an eternity, though lasted only two more minutes in reality, the teen emptied himself into the little blond. Streams of tears coursed down his cheeks as he silently cried away his woes. Eyes shining with unreleased tears, he turned his gaze on the teen encompassed in post-coital bliss. Shin snarled, and slapped the boy again.

"Don't look at me with those eyes! I hate those eyes. I hate you!" Shin dropped the quivering boy on the mattress, pulled up his pants and stormed out of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder to the other teens gathered there. "You can have him. He's not worth anything more."

Tomo tried to roll off his back to ease the ache in his shoulders and ass, but to no avail. Ran, who had stood close by to watch all the proceedings eagerly knelt between the boy's spread legs. He leaned down to start the cleanup, but something caught his eye. Repositioning himself, he lay on his stomach, staring at a trickle of blood coming out of the prone child's violated entrance. Almost imperceptibly, Ran brought his mouth over the hole and flicked out his tongue, gently lapping at the flow of semen-mixed blood. Sealing his mouth over the opening, the teen sucked at the opening, drawing more from it. Tomo's back arched, and his small cock hardened at the feeling.

It felt…it was indescribable. The young boy tried to cry out when Ran's tongue invaded his recently abused rectum, but never made it past the gag. The teen thrust his tongue into Tomo's inner channel, then, while sucking on the flesh around it, he withdrew it and licked up the boy's crease to his bald testicles. Taking both and the undeveloped point of hardness in his mouth, he sucked hard. Tomo attempted to thrust into the warm mouth enveloping him, but Ran held him in place. One arm lay across the boy's stomach, keeping him exactly where the youth wanted him. The other crept up and pulled on the blond's left nipple, twisting it a bit. Hearing the stifled cry from behind the gag, Ran released the seal around Tomo's little penis with an audible pop, leaving him unfulfilled. The teen grinned ferally and slid up between the boy's legs until his mouth hovered over the pale, shivering chest.

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Tamasine awoke with a certain uncomfortable ache between his legs. He looked around, recognizing the surroundings as the back room of the grocery store. He started to sit, but immediately laid down again at the sharp pain in his rear. He rolled onto his side, and searched the room for any other people. Eyes landing on his father, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was two more tries before anything happened.

"It hurts…it hurts so bad." His mouth felt dry, and his voice came out faint and muffled. Swallowing, he tried again.

"I don-" He got cut off by his father, who held up a hand to stop his son.

"Tamasine, where's your brother? Why isn't he with…?" The man's voice trailed off as he realized that something must be wrong for one boy to be here without the other. The twins were inseparable, so where was Tomo? Ryuji shrugged on his coat and rushed out the door. Stopping by the register, he looked to his wife.

"Shina, mind the store for a bit. I'll be back as soon as I can." She nodded in assent, and watched as her husband strode out into the street.

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Taking one pert nipple in his mouth and sucking, Ran pulled on the other. Tomo whined behind the piece of cloth in his mouth as he suddenly felt more pressure between his legs- the teen's left hand had gone down between them and was currently pulling at his own trousers. Finally, the button popped free and released a seemingly enormous erection. Gasping, Ran rubbed his pelvis against the boy's, grinding into the soft flesh underneath him.

Shifting slightly and angling down a bit more, he slid into the already slick heat, causing the boy under him to arch up at the pain of being penetrated again. A small sound escaped through the gag, the only clue as to his discomfort. He was too exhausted to even move, but that was okay by Ran's point of view. He wanted the boy, not for him to struggle. Gripping the slender hips, he pulled out agonizingly slow, then thrust in faster and harder than anything before. Wrapping his arms around the small frame, he lifted the boy above him, still making small thrusts into the tight body. Tomo slumped forward, resting completely on the older youth. Ran smiled, showing a long line of teeth, then leaned down over the boy's neck and bit him. Sucking at the now bleeding wound, he made quiet contented noises as he swallowed.

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Tama fell to the floor, gasping at the sensation in his neck. It was bad enough earlier when it had been…and then his father in the room with him… A heated blush touched his cheeks and he groaned. It wasn't like he hadn't had those thoughts before, or those feelings, but never with his father in the room. It was embarrassing to know he'd been writhing in pleasure on this very couch with his own father right there, watching him. He rolled over to face the wall, wary of the growing pain in his bottom, eyes widening when he felt something sticky and wet. Looking down, he hoped it wasn't another embarrassment, and was shocked to see dark red. Hands immediately reaching behind him to feel his pants, he slowly brought them into view. Sniffing at one palm, he made a face and stuck out his tongue. Blood, but how? He shrugged, no small feat, and licked his hands clean. No sense in letting it go to waste.

It was the faintly metallic taste that he was addicted to. Every cut, every scrape he'd ever gotten had been licked clean in a similar manner. He didn't know when it started, but he was hooked on the taste, the viscosity, the smell, blood as a whole. It intrigued him, how much he liked the feeling of it flowing into his mouth. This was what he thought of as he licked the fluid off his fingers and palms. It excited him a bit, the experience as a whole. He vaguely wondered whether Tomo's blood would taste the same, or would it be better?

His thoughts drifted back to his brother and the situation at hand. He'd been missing most of the day now, and from the feel of it, was in pain. His own shoulders hurt like he'd been sleeping with his hands behind his back, and from the way blood was seeping out of his rectum and neck, Tomo should've passed out by now. He only hoped that this was the most the pain would get before they found him.

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It was becoming obvious to Tomo that this was to be his lot in life for a long time. He had been used more times than he could count, and it was only now getting dark. His shoulders hurt from being forced into one position all day, and he felt faint from the number of times he'd bled today. The mattress he was laying on was soaked through to the concrete floor, a thick mixture of blood and semen that flowed out of his abused ass. He couldn't even call it a butt anymore. It had been so violated that it was barely recognizable. Raised voices brought him out of his reflection.

"Shin, we can't let the kid go. He'll tell, and the police will…" The voice, perhaps Ran's, but gentler, cut out. There was an audible slap of skin hitting skin, a sharp sound that rang in the air.

"Shut up! I don't know if we'll send him home or not. We'll decide when his eyes stop looking so damn hopeful! God, I hate those eyes." Tomo couldn't see it, but Shin was hunched over, clutching his head as if in agony. He clawed at his eyes, trying to expel the sight from his brain. Sobbing, he knelt on the floor, still futilely attempting to take his own eyes.

"Those goddamned eyes…" The first speaker, Hideki, unsure of how to deal with this sudden weakness in his leader, merely stood by, resting his hand on Shin's shoulder, squeezing it gently, rubbing his cheek with the other.

Tomo groaned as he tried to roll onto his stomach. It would be painful, but it would ease some of the ache between his shoulder blades, and maybe he'd be able to get enough friction to ease that other ache- the one between his legs. He wasn't sure, but he thought this was the feeling he got when Tama would lay awake late at night, gasping and rubbing himself. Whatever it was, he liked it. He had just gotten into the rhythm of thrusting against the mattress when a shadow fell across the makeshift bed. Pausing in his ministrations, Tomo craned his head to look up at whoever it may have been. Looming above him was the biggest guy he'd seen so far. And he was grinning.

"The Boss said we could have you, so I'm gonna have you. My way, even. You look like you're having too much fun there, so we're gonna shake it up a bit." Brandishing a knife that gleamed much like his eyes, the man, Kata, knelt on the floor and propped the boy onto his hands and knees. One hand undoing the fly of his jeans, he pushed them down around his hips and quickly shoved himself into the once more abused hole. It had been tight, once, but now it was just there, waiting to be filled again. He didn't even flinch as Kata slid in to the hilt and wiggled his hips, adjusting and just feeling the warmth surrounding his cock.

"Kid, I think you're even better now than the first time." It sounded to Tomo like there was going to be more, but the sound of grunts soon echoed through the empty building. A few of the other teens stood around watching, every once in a while reaching into their ragged pants to yank on growing erections. A muffled gasp escaped through the burlap gag when Kata put that knife to use, tracing patterns along the boy's back, but never drawing blood. Something broad and wet trailed after the point- it seemed that the huge man was licking across his back following the tip of the knife.

The cloth in his mouth was soaked in several places from tears long since shed and the increased difficulty in swallowing, so it was a shock when it was suddenly gone. For one brief instant, Tomo was able to breathe and swallow normally before his mouth was used as a receptacle for another stiff cock. He tried to breathe around the invading flesh, but to no avail. His throat seized and he fell into a coughing fit, the penis slipping from between his lips as he taught himself to breathe again. His coughing caused Kata's thrusting to come harder as the man struggled to stay in the leaking hole of Tomo's anus. The knife clattered to the floor when Kata loosened his grip on it to clutch at the spasming boy's hips, keeping him still while he continued to pump into the small body beneath him.

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In the back room of the grocery store, Tamasine was laying on his back, rubbing his own erection, trying to reach that glorious moment of completion. He loved this feeling, even if it wasn't his own. In the past three hours, the ache in his small butt had dissipated, leaving a strange sense of happiness as he was fucked vicariously through his brother. Wave after wave of pain disguised as pleasure rocked him and he spread himself wantonly, welcoming it.

A sound shattered his reverie- the door had opened, and a dark haired head was peeking in. Tama looked over at the rapidly blinking face, and smiled sweetly. He raised an eyebrow at the peeper, daring him to come in.

"C'mon, Mamoru. You think I haven't seen the way you watch me and Tomo? You want us, don't you? I can tell." He spread his legs farther, inviting the stock boy to take what he wanted. Tama wanted it, he was jealous of his brother, and maybe, just maybe, Tomo would be able to feel what was happening to him and take comfort from that. He probably would have gotten what he wanted, were it not for the unfortunate coughing fit that overtook him. Mamoru rushed in and pounded the boy on the back, trying to dislodge whatever was stuck in his throat, but nothing helped. Coughing still, Tama managed to get out three words brokenly.

"Not…me. Tomo…" Then he collapsed into a heap again, coughing and choking on nothing. Mamoru sat on the couch next to the pained boy, just rubbing his back in small circles, trying to comfort him.