Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Though They Wander Far from Home ❯ Through Nights of Pain and Sorrow ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: StrLtR0se 
Where Fai encounters the first villain of my story, and there is sweet sweet carnage. Only limey, no lemon... I think.
Anime/Manga: Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.03.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 491 | Status: Work In Progress
Where Fai encounters the first villain of my story, and there is sweet sweet carnage. Only limey, no lemon... I think.
Anime/Manga: Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.03.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 491 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: No I do not own the characters featured herein, nor the anime they come from. But I still love them, and of course love to torture them.
Pairing: KuroganexFai
Warnings: Yaoi (that means Male and Male), Lemons (That means graphic sex but only on AFF otherwise it'll be lime), non-con/rape, and of course, seeing as they are guys, there will be anal.
IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ SOME HOPEFULLY VIOLENT RAPE SCENES THEN SKIP THIS CHAPTER! And maybe the next, also remember that one person's idea of violent or explicit material may not be the same as another's.
A/N: In hopes of making my notes shorter I have created a blog pertaining to this fic, just go to my profile and click on my homepage. I'll still post important stuff here but the blog will key you into my progress and other fun ramblings. I'll also post the poem I mentioned in the last chapter. And I really need to learn how to format these damned things... Didn't realize I had lost my italicized comments yesterday.
This chapter contains a big lemon/lime depending on where you are reading it, two actually. Also contains rape, and lots of it. My poor Fai. Call me evil and I shall be truly flattered. Anyways, enjoy!
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Chapter 3: Through nights of pain and sorrow
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It had been a tense day for Fai; the camp bustled around him though rarely did anyone really pass through his little area. Every set of footsteps had put him on the edge, especially with his limited range of vision but the day had ended up passing without event.
The camp was now empty, the army gone off to battle. His guards had come to let him out to stretch shortly before they had left. Fai was allowing himself to relax, leaning as casually as he could considering his position.
He hadn't seen his red-eyed companion since that morning and hoped the man would come visit after the army returned. There was nothing Kuro could do for him at the moment, but seeing a familiar face would put him at ease. As if the thought had summoned the man, Fai heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind.
"Kuro-san?" He whispered, hoping it was only his friend returning from battle, though he couldn't hear any other sounds in the camp.
He was answered with a finger running down his spine and tugging lightly at the waistline of his pants. He could feel his heart stopping as he flinched away from the touch. His unseen tormentor let out a low chuckle before Fai felt knuckles meeting his delicate vertebrae and his back exploded in pain.
As Fai squeezed his eyes shut, gasping for air and trying to will the pain away he heard his assailant move around in front of him. Blue eyes opened to gaze up at a smirking scar-faced bastard, which is exactly what Fai proceeded to call the man. That was NOT what he'd meant by a familiar face.
The fat bastard grabbed a fist full of Fai's hair, pulling his head up, pressing his neck painfully against the wood that held him captive. The man leaned down, his leering face filling Fai's vision, and began to speak in a low patronizing voice.
Fai's head was jostled around as the man shook the fist containing his hair. His head was thrown down and Fai suppressed a whimper knowing there was no escape. Footsteps retreated behind him and he could feel hands brushing down his sides and grasping his hips. He tried to jerk his hips away only to be roughly forced back into place and earning himself a fist in his side.
As Fai tried to recover himself, hoping a rib hadn't just been broken, he felt one of the hands move down to brush the inside of his thigh before grasping his balls and squeezing, he shifted, whimpering as fingers dug into his hip, reminding him of his helplessness. Fai realized that the scarred warrior wasn’t just looking for a ride; he was looking for a pet, someone who he’d have complete power over, and that someone was Fai.
Fai clenched his teeth together, unwilling to give this man what he wanted, but unable to do anything but not give him the satisfaction of hearing Fai’s distress. The magician closed his eyes and tried to block out what was happening to him, to pretend he didn’t feel the hands roaming over his body, claiming him.
But as Fai felt his tormentor press his desire into one of his thighs and slowly begin to pull down the blonde’s pants he broke and began to struggle in desperation. His wrists were scrapped raw as he tried to pull his hands free, and he began kicking behind him, trying to find a mark. The other man growled and grabbed one of Fai’s ankles, twisting it painfully forcing him to cry out before dropping it and punching Fai multiple times until Fai finally stopped struggling, too overwhelmed with the pain.
The blonde felt his pants being jerked down and his hips roughly pulled into place by callused hands. Fingers dug into his hips again, emphasizing the other man’s rage and Fai felt tears finally beginning to run down his face. He’d brought this on himself, before the man had only been playing with him, now it seemed he truly wanted to hurt him. Fai sobbed as he felt something being pressed against his opening, all his muscles tensing awaiting his punishment.
The fat warrior growled something before shoving himself all the way into Fai, forcing the thin magician to cry out once again, sobbing as pain shot through his body overwhelming all other senses. For an eternity that was all he felt as the man thrust violently into him, occasionally a fist would come down on his spine, making Fai’s vision spin.
Through the blonde’s own cries he could hear the warrior’s grunts and moans. As he felt a warm liquid begin rolling down his thighs, his own blood, the violent thrusts reached their peak the other man ripping into him and spilling his seed inside Fai’s battered body. The warrior collapsed on top of him, huffing to catch his breath before pulling out and pulling Fai’s pants up.
The man came around in front of Fai and grasping the magician’s face roughly in one hand he growled a warning before retreating, leaving Fai dazedly staring after him.
It was some time before Fai came back to his senses, his aching body drawing him back from the shock of what had happened.
It wasn't like this had never happened before, he thought. He was still just as helpless and pathetic as ever before. There was no denying it.
Fai listened as the sounds of the camp around him grew. The army had returned. He could hear laughter nearby and raucous voices but no one came near him. He cringed internally at so much activity, afraid that each noise might be someone coming towards him. After an hour things seemed to quiet down as the soldiers settled in for sleep.
The moon was high in the sky, it was always late when they returned from battle. The magician began to wonder how and if he would sleep. His bruised body longed for a soft bed where he could curl up and heal, his mind rebelled at the idea of closing his eyes. He was already vulnerable enough without him becoming unaware of his surroundings.
The blonde tensed as he heard footsteps behind him, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears almost drowning out the sound. His blue eyes closed and Fai tried to fight down the panic as the steps moved around in front of him and stopped.
“Fai-san?” The magician's eyes blinked open at the voice and Fai's body sagged in relief. Kuro's worried face peered down on him as Fai blinked up at the man, ideas of how to communicate what had happened flying through his head.
Kuro would figure it out and save him from further torment, the red-eyed warrior would protect him. But then memories passed through Fai's mind of a night already passed, when he and Kuro had sat together in a bar in Outo Country. Kuro had said that people should rescue themselves and not wait for someone else to do it. He had scoffed when Fai said he had been waiting for someone to come take him away.
The warrior's concerned voice broke through his thoughts causing Fai to blink, his smiling mask spread over his face, hiding his pain, hiding his shame. The man in front of him already hated him enough, Fai couldn't bring himself to further lower himself in Kuro's eyes. The look of concern on Kuro's face changed to one of disgust. The warrior muttered at him and walked off.
Fai continued to stare at the the spot where his red-eyed warrior had stood for hours after the man had left, apologizing over and over in his mind for all of his faults.
His mind was so preoccupied that the next time footsteps approached he didn't register the sound until movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Scarface stepped out of the shadows followed by his three friends who had helped get Fai into this situation. The four men began laughing when Fai clenched his fists and swore at them. Scarface moved Fai and grabbed him by the hair again as the other three moved out of sight.
Rough hands pulled down his pants causing a whimper to escape Fai's lips. The men all laughed and scarface began gloating over him, the man's meaty fingers shaking Fai's head back and forth as he spoke. The magician felt someone press their erection against him and soon pain was exploding though his body.
When the blonde's mouth opened to cry out, fingers were pressed into his mouth, holding down his tongue and strangling the sound. Fai could only moan, inciting another round of laughter.
The man behind him pounded into him, ripping open wounds that had barely begun to heal. Tears streamed down the magician's face. He squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed, each thrust drove another round of pain into him. The man soon spent himself, sagging and leaning his weight on Fai before pulling out.
Fai gasped, trying to catch his breath when the next man thrust into him subjecting Fai to more pain. The man grasped Fai's hips and dug his fingers into the same spots Scarface had earlier, digging into the bruises.
As soon he was done came the third one, giving Fai no break to try to recover himself. But the third man was worse than the others, it was obvious from the feel of the huge hands on his hips that this was the giant he had encountered.
The blonde didn't have any time to prepare himself before the giant thrust into him, ripping him wider open than any of the others. Each thrust made Fai whimper and come dangerously close to passing out. Large hands moved under his tunic, coming to rest on his shoulders, leveraging the large man to thrust deeper and harder, nails digging into Fai's shoulders.
The man dragged his nails down Fai's back, shoving in one last time as he finally spent himself. The consuming pain of all that had happened nearly causing Fai to vomit all over himself. His body sagged and Fai would have passed out at that time had the fat man in front of him not jerked his head violently to get his attention.
Scarface grinned at him, whispering in his mocking voice. Fai watched as the man pointed to Fai, then to himself and Fai understood. He belonged to this man, this man who had broken the spirit that Fai had so desperately been trying to protect, the spirit that had already been so fragile, his spirit.
The magician nodded, closing his eyes in defeat as the man ran a rough finger down his cheek. Scarface and his buddies left, chuckling all the way, leaving behind a shattered soul and broken body.
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A/N: So I didn't think that was especially explicit, and not nearly as violent to Fai as I'd like it to be, but then maybe I need to step back and read it later to better gauge it.
Do me a favor and rate both the violence and explicit nature on a 1-10scale so I can get an idea of the people reading this. Plus tell me if you want it to be more or less on each.
Also notes like this will be posted on my blog from now on so do check it out that way I can get some active feedback from people. Thanks! (I just don't want to up my word count cause of A/Ns)
Pairing: KuroganexFai
Warnings: Yaoi (that means Male and Male), Lemons (That means graphic sex but only on AFF otherwise it'll be lime), non-con/rape, and of course, seeing as they are guys, there will be anal.
IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ SOME HOPEFULLY VIOLENT RAPE SCENES THEN SKIP THIS CHAPTER! And maybe the next, also remember that one person's idea of violent or explicit material may not be the same as another's.
A/N: In hopes of making my notes shorter I have created a blog pertaining to this fic, just go to my profile and click on my homepage. I'll still post important stuff here but the blog will key you into my progress and other fun ramblings. I'll also post the poem I mentioned in the last chapter. And I really need to learn how to format these damned things... Didn't realize I had lost my italicized comments yesterday.
This chapter contains a big lemon/lime depending on where you are reading it, two actually. Also contains rape, and lots of it. My poor Fai. Call me evil and I shall be truly flattered. Anyways, enjoy!
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Chapter 3: Through nights of pain and sorrow
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It had been a tense day for Fai; the camp bustled around him though rarely did anyone really pass through his little area. Every set of footsteps had put him on the edge, especially with his limited range of vision but the day had ended up passing without event.
The camp was now empty, the army gone off to battle. His guards had come to let him out to stretch shortly before they had left. Fai was allowing himself to relax, leaning as casually as he could considering his position.
He hadn't seen his red-eyed companion since that morning and hoped the man would come visit after the army returned. There was nothing Kuro could do for him at the moment, but seeing a familiar face would put him at ease. As if the thought had summoned the man, Fai heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind.
"Kuro-san?" He whispered, hoping it was only his friend returning from battle, though he couldn't hear any other sounds in the camp.
He was answered with a finger running down his spine and tugging lightly at the waistline of his pants. He could feel his heart stopping as he flinched away from the touch. His unseen tormentor let out a low chuckle before Fai felt knuckles meeting his delicate vertebrae and his back exploded in pain.
As Fai squeezed his eyes shut, gasping for air and trying to will the pain away he heard his assailant move around in front of him. Blue eyes opened to gaze up at a smirking scar-faced bastard, which is exactly what Fai proceeded to call the man. That was NOT what he'd meant by a familiar face.
The fat bastard grabbed a fist full of Fai's hair, pulling his head up, pressing his neck painfully against the wood that held him captive. The man leaned down, his leering face filling Fai's vision, and began to speak in a low patronizing voice.
Fai's head was jostled around as the man shook the fist containing his hair. His head was thrown down and Fai suppressed a whimper knowing there was no escape. Footsteps retreated behind him and he could feel hands brushing down his sides and grasping his hips. He tried to jerk his hips away only to be roughly forced back into place and earning himself a fist in his side.
As Fai tried to recover himself, hoping a rib hadn't just been broken, he felt one of the hands move down to brush the inside of his thigh before grasping his balls and squeezing, he shifted, whimpering as fingers dug into his hip, reminding him of his helplessness. Fai realized that the scarred warrior wasn’t just looking for a ride; he was looking for a pet, someone who he’d have complete power over, and that someone was Fai.
Fai clenched his teeth together, unwilling to give this man what he wanted, but unable to do anything but not give him the satisfaction of hearing Fai’s distress. The magician closed his eyes and tried to block out what was happening to him, to pretend he didn’t feel the hands roaming over his body, claiming him.
But as Fai felt his tormentor press his desire into one of his thighs and slowly begin to pull down the blonde’s pants he broke and began to struggle in desperation. His wrists were scrapped raw as he tried to pull his hands free, and he began kicking behind him, trying to find a mark. The other man growled and grabbed one of Fai’s ankles, twisting it painfully forcing him to cry out before dropping it and punching Fai multiple times until Fai finally stopped struggling, too overwhelmed with the pain.
The blonde felt his pants being jerked down and his hips roughly pulled into place by callused hands. Fingers dug into his hips again, emphasizing the other man’s rage and Fai felt tears finally beginning to run down his face. He’d brought this on himself, before the man had only been playing with him, now it seemed he truly wanted to hurt him. Fai sobbed as he felt something being pressed against his opening, all his muscles tensing awaiting his punishment.
The fat warrior growled something before shoving himself all the way into Fai, forcing the thin magician to cry out once again, sobbing as pain shot through his body overwhelming all other senses. For an eternity that was all he felt as the man thrust violently into him, occasionally a fist would come down on his spine, making Fai’s vision spin.
Through the blonde’s own cries he could hear the warrior’s grunts and moans. As he felt a warm liquid begin rolling down his thighs, his own blood, the violent thrusts reached their peak the other man ripping into him and spilling his seed inside Fai’s battered body. The warrior collapsed on top of him, huffing to catch his breath before pulling out and pulling Fai’s pants up.
The man came around in front of Fai and grasping the magician’s face roughly in one hand he growled a warning before retreating, leaving Fai dazedly staring after him.
It was some time before Fai came back to his senses, his aching body drawing him back from the shock of what had happened.
It wasn't like this had never happened before, he thought. He was still just as helpless and pathetic as ever before. There was no denying it.
Fai listened as the sounds of the camp around him grew. The army had returned. He could hear laughter nearby and raucous voices but no one came near him. He cringed internally at so much activity, afraid that each noise might be someone coming towards him. After an hour things seemed to quiet down as the soldiers settled in for sleep.
The moon was high in the sky, it was always late when they returned from battle. The magician began to wonder how and if he would sleep. His bruised body longed for a soft bed where he could curl up and heal, his mind rebelled at the idea of closing his eyes. He was already vulnerable enough without him becoming unaware of his surroundings.
The blonde tensed as he heard footsteps behind him, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears almost drowning out the sound. His blue eyes closed and Fai tried to fight down the panic as the steps moved around in front of him and stopped.
“Fai-san?” The magician's eyes blinked open at the voice and Fai's body sagged in relief. Kuro's worried face peered down on him as Fai blinked up at the man, ideas of how to communicate what had happened flying through his head.
Kuro would figure it out and save him from further torment, the red-eyed warrior would protect him. But then memories passed through Fai's mind of a night already passed, when he and Kuro had sat together in a bar in Outo Country. Kuro had said that people should rescue themselves and not wait for someone else to do it. He had scoffed when Fai said he had been waiting for someone to come take him away.
The warrior's concerned voice broke through his thoughts causing Fai to blink, his smiling mask spread over his face, hiding his pain, hiding his shame. The man in front of him already hated him enough, Fai couldn't bring himself to further lower himself in Kuro's eyes. The look of concern on Kuro's face changed to one of disgust. The warrior muttered at him and walked off.
Fai continued to stare at the the spot where his red-eyed warrior had stood for hours after the man had left, apologizing over and over in his mind for all of his faults.
His mind was so preoccupied that the next time footsteps approached he didn't register the sound until movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Scarface stepped out of the shadows followed by his three friends who had helped get Fai into this situation. The four men began laughing when Fai clenched his fists and swore at them. Scarface moved Fai and grabbed him by the hair again as the other three moved out of sight.
Rough hands pulled down his pants causing a whimper to escape Fai's lips. The men all laughed and scarface began gloating over him, the man's meaty fingers shaking Fai's head back and forth as he spoke. The magician felt someone press their erection against him and soon pain was exploding though his body.
When the blonde's mouth opened to cry out, fingers were pressed into his mouth, holding down his tongue and strangling the sound. Fai could only moan, inciting another round of laughter.
The man behind him pounded into him, ripping open wounds that had barely begun to heal. Tears streamed down the magician's face. He squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed, each thrust drove another round of pain into him. The man soon spent himself, sagging and leaning his weight on Fai before pulling out.
Fai gasped, trying to catch his breath when the next man thrust into him subjecting Fai to more pain. The man grasped Fai's hips and dug his fingers into the same spots Scarface had earlier, digging into the bruises.
As soon he was done came the third one, giving Fai no break to try to recover himself. But the third man was worse than the others, it was obvious from the feel of the huge hands on his hips that this was the giant he had encountered.
The blonde didn't have any time to prepare himself before the giant thrust into him, ripping him wider open than any of the others. Each thrust made Fai whimper and come dangerously close to passing out. Large hands moved under his tunic, coming to rest on his shoulders, leveraging the large man to thrust deeper and harder, nails digging into Fai's shoulders.
The man dragged his nails down Fai's back, shoving in one last time as he finally spent himself. The consuming pain of all that had happened nearly causing Fai to vomit all over himself. His body sagged and Fai would have passed out at that time had the fat man in front of him not jerked his head violently to get his attention.
Scarface grinned at him, whispering in his mocking voice. Fai watched as the man pointed to Fai, then to himself and Fai understood. He belonged to this man, this man who had broken the spirit that Fai had so desperately been trying to protect, the spirit that had already been so fragile, his spirit.
The magician nodded, closing his eyes in defeat as the man ran a rough finger down his cheek. Scarface and his buddies left, chuckling all the way, leaving behind a shattered soul and broken body.
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A/N: So I didn't think that was especially explicit, and not nearly as violent to Fai as I'd like it to be, but then maybe I need to step back and read it later to better gauge it.
Do me a favor and rate both the violence and explicit nature on a 1-10scale so I can get an idea of the people reading this. Plus tell me if you want it to be more or less on each.
Also notes like this will be posted on my blog from now on so do check it out that way I can get some active feedback from people. Thanks! (I just don't want to up my word count cause of A/Ns)