Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Hopeless Dreams ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Note: Due to FF.Net new developments, I'm reposting Hopeless Dreams again and have changed the rating to 'R'. I thank my entire 33 reviewer's who had such wonderful comments and suggestions * teary eyes * You ppl are all terrific! Yes, I do realize I haven't posted chapter three yet (I'm bad) but it'll be up! Thank you again and I hope you'll review again!

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Hopeless Dreams

By Goth Koneko

Warnings: Rape, prostitution, pimping, language and other bad things (I'm such a bitch)

Disclaimer: I do not own WK…

Pairings: …will be decided in next chapter ^^;

Rating: R

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God he was cold! Even the thin material of his short's where literally stiff from cold and the was supposedly jacket didn't provide any warmth. Well, it was in the middle of January, the coldest month of the year, but hell, it was freezing! Moving away from the alleyway he trotted stiffly over to the corner streetlight.

No 17-year-old would be in this weather. He thought grimly, tilting his head up towards the sky. He did miss the stars, they always offered him hope in a way, comfort. Sighing, he saw a black Honda rounded the corner and stopping beside him. Time for work.

"Hey, you looking for some company?" Omi asked cheerfully, walking the few meters from the post to the car, bending down. The man was probably in his mid 30's, well built and had dark hair and eyes.

The man grinned a little. "How much you charging?" he inquired.

"Depends on what you want?" he replied.

"Just a lay."

"$90. Plus you're paying for the hotel." Omi smiled, he sure was getting a little cocky lately, that wasn't a good thing.

The man nodded agreeing on the charge, gave Omi the cash and opened the passenger side. The boy gratefully slides in the seat and shut the door placing his frozen fingers over the defroster. The Honda pulled away from the curb, driving down the Street a.k.a. the fag stroll. The place where Omi calls home for the last 3 years.

The man eyes the boy fingers that are rubbing together over the heater. "Pretty cold tonight." The john was clearly trying to make small talk. Omi just shrugged, "May be cold, but that's life."

A pregnant silence.

"Your right," the john retorted, "Life's a cold bitch." He steered into an alleyway and parked.

Omi looked around; fear was swelling up within him. "Why are why stopping here?"

The man smirked. "You'll see." The man captured the boy's wrists in an iron vice grip, placing them above his head.

Shocked the boy desperately tried to squirm out of the grasp. "Let me go!" he shouted, only receiving a hard slap on his cheek.

"Shut up! Or I'll have to beat you little boy." A sadist smile played on his lips, "Don't worry, you'll feel real good when I'm done." His had slid hand into the boy's shorts, stroking roughly at his organ through the material.

Omi let out a choked sob as he felt the pain/pleasure swelling within him. No, he didn't like this; he didn't like this at all. He tossed and twisted his body and hands trying to escape, his right hand became free and punched the john's face.

Yelling in pain and rage the john embedded his fist into the boy's stomach, knocking the wind out him, leaving him gasping for needed air. Ripping off Omi's shorts and forcefully rolling him on his stomach, the man freed his erection and penetrated the boy without using any lube to ease the pain. Omi screamed, hot tears rolling down his face. The pain was so terrible it felt like that he was being ripped into two as the man sped up his pace, pounding into him.

Finally, the man reached his peak, spilling his seed into Omi's body he pulled out and zippered his pants up, gabbing the wad of cash he gave Omi and shoved it back into his own pants.

Omi's voice had become hoarse from screaming and body was on fire, he couldn't move. He felt a callused hand stroking the side of his face. "So beautiful." He whispered, "too bad you'll die of hypothermia." The john exited the car and opened the passenger door, dragging out the boy and throwing him into snow.

Omi laid there in the cold and bleeding as the car backed away and disappeared down the street. Gazing up into the sky snow began drifting down however. He saw no stars, no hope. How much longer can I last? Omi asked himself before darkness claimed him.

TBC

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