Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love On A Leash ❯ Failure ( Chapter 8 )

Love On A Leash

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers: This is getting real old. /sighs/ They aren't mine I'm just using them to satisfy my twisted imagination.

Paring: Ran/Ken

Warnings: AU, Shounen-ai. OCC, Angst, Slavery, rape (nothing real graphic though), again short chapter, sorry.

Notes: Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Chapter 8. Failure

Ran stared at his slave unable to move. What the hell had just happened? He didn't understand and he didn't know what to do. Ken was still repeating 'I'm sorry' as he shivered on the floor. The redhead blinked slowly and tried to kick his brain into action.

He had really thought that everything was going great when Ken started kissing him and now it was all shot to shit, but why, how? Another slow blink, but still no movement from the taller man. Ran shook his head and finally managed to snap out of his numbness.

"Ken?" he asked quietly. The brunette didn't seem to hear him.

"Ken?" he tried again a little louder. What he really wanted to do was pull the disturbed slave into his arms but that was probably not a very wise idea at the moment.

"KEN!" His voice was loud and slightly harsh due to his concern. The brunette winced at the sound and stopped chanting. What do I do now? Ran blinked a few more times and sighed deeply.

"Come here Ken," he said softly but the slave didn't move.

"KEN! Come here!" He really didn't want to sound so hard and demanding but it didn't seem like the slave would react to anything else. The brunette quickly glanced up and some kind of emotion flashed across his face and then it was gone, replaced by submission. Gingerly and shaking badly Ken crawled back onto the bed but he kept his face lowered and his form hunched.

He was scared, that much Ran understood although he couldn't quite grasp why. The redhead's eyes widened in shock when Ken started to fumble with his clothes. It was hard for him to get them off since his hands were trembling so much. Ran couldn't speak he just sat there and stared. What was Ken doing? Well he was getting naked that much was obvious but why, for what reason?

When the slave had removed his clothes he placed himself face down on the bed and raised his hips slightly. Suddenly it dawned on Ran what was going on. Ken though he was going to… that he wanted to… The redhead shuddered.

For months he had tried, desperately, to show the brunette that he wasn't like his other owners and now it was obvious that he had failed miserably. Minutes ticked by. Ken was still in the exact same position and Ran was too stunned to move or even speak for that matter. His slave thought, assumed, that he was going to fuck him, take him, use him, rape him?

With a look of panic in his eyes Ran bolted for the bathroom. How could Ken ever think he would do that to him? His stomach heaved and the redhead sank down on the cold tiles as he threw up. It was like some horrible nightmare to Ran. He would never ever take or use Ken like that and the shear thought of it made him vomit even harder. With a suffocated whimper, almost a sob, his stomach was finally empty and he sank back against the bathroom-wall and wiped his mouth with a shaking hand.

//

Ken winced when he heard the bathroom-door slam shut and carefully look up. He could clearly hear the sounds of his owner throwing up. What had he done wrong? Did Aya really find him that disgusting? The slave crawled off the bed and onto the floor again. Tears were filling up his eyes as he kneeled on the carpet, pressing his forehead against the prickly surface to really show how submissive he was.

What had he done wrong? He had just done what he had thought his owner wanted from him. Ken choked back a sob and shivered. Aya had said that he would never do what his other owners had done to him but he was a bed-slave.

Owner after owner had beaten that into his head and he hadn't failed to notice the state the redhead had been in while they kissed. So why had Aya rejected him? Maybe his owner found him disgusting because he had been used before? Ken squeezed his eyes closed and let a low sob escape him.

His mind started to pull back to the owner that had used him as a bed-slave for the first time when he was about 15. A middle-age man, married, father of two and he had been so cruel as he taught Ken to keep his pain and suffering silent.

The brunette hugged himself and tried to struggle when his memory travelled back in time. It had been a normal day at first but it had changed so quickly. His owner at that time had used the exact same words that Aya had used earlier. Frozen in his spot on the floor Ken relived it all.

***Flashback***

"Get over here!" a hard demanding voice ordered. He quickly obeyed it and kneeled in front of his owner shivering in fear. "What did I tell you about that fucking ball?" Ken swallowed and cowered. He had really done it this time. How could he have been so stupid? His owner had told him several times that he couldn't play with his son's football but he had done it anyway and now he was going to pay for it. Hopefully he was just going to get a beating for his disobedience.

"I… I… I'm not allowed t… to play… play with it," he stuttered and pressed his forehead against the cold wooden floor. A hard kick was delivered to his ribs and he bit back a scream of pain.

"You worthless little fuck! How many times have I told you to call me Master when you talk to me?!" Ken whimpered in fear and cowered even more.

"I'm sorry Master," he squeaked out as he gasped for air.

"Well?" The brown haired slave darted his eyes back and forth in confusion. What did his owner want from him now? He didn't understand. "You really are completely worthless!" He got another hard kick and couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain.

"SHUT UP! Now get undressed!" Ken unwillingly obeyed and took off his clothes. He knew what was going to happen and it caused tears to run down his cheeks. When he was naked he went back to his kneeling position again.

"Better," his owner muttered darkly and Ken could hear the man moving around.

"KEN! Come here!" The slave crawled over to the bed on his hands and knees. It wasn't the first time and he knew that it wouldn't be the last either. He got on the bed and lay down on his stomach.

"This really is the only thing you're good for," his owner snarled as he forced himself inside the brunette's body. Ken suffered in silence, crying without a sound as he sank his teeth into this lower lip to keep himself from screaming. He was being torn apart from inside out and nobody cared, no one would help him…

***End Flashback***

Ken gasped from the all too vivid memories of the pain and humiliation. He had never wanted any of his owners to touch him; he had never felt anything but fear towards them. But it was different with Aya. The brown haired slave swallowed a sob and slowly shook his head. He couldn't help it, couldn't hide from it anymore. It might be stupid, unwise and he might still have his doubts about what kind of man his owner was but the truth was that he was in love with Aya.

Ken bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. His owner had never hurt him, had taken care of him and showed him so much kindness but there was nothing that said that the redhead loved him back. Maybe he just felt sorry for him? Ken's jaws clenched together. Underneath the submission and fear he still had a temper even though it had been pushed down so far inside of him that it barely ever managed to remind him of its presence.

He didn't want Aya to pity him! Couldn't stand the thought of being taken care of just because he was what he was. The brunette sighed deeply and wiped the tears from his eyes. It was hopeless. He was a slave, a toy and didn't deserve love, or care for that matter. But God how he wanted it, needed it. His naked body shivered from the cold but he didn't move. Suddenly something warm and soft was placed around him and a hand raised his face up from the rug.

"Ken." His name was spoken with a soft sigh and his eyes meet his owner's. "What am I going to do with you?" The slave swallowed and blinked in confusion. Aya didn't seem angry; he seemed sad and defeated. "Get up," Aya said softly and helped him to his feet. He was gently brought back to bed and nestled into the warmth again. His owner sat down beside him and rubbed his face.

"I… I'm sorry," Ken mumbled quietly and fiddled with the blanket wrapped around him.

"I'll leave you alone." Aya rose again and started walking towards the door. Ken darted his eyes back and forth. He didn't want his owner to leave him alone, he wanted…. wanted…

"Please don't go!" the brunette blurted out. The redhead stopped and turned around, giving him a strange look. "Please don't go." He was fighting against the tears again as he reached out his hand in pleading.

"What do you want Ken? Just please tell me and I'll give it to you," Aya sighed and swayed slightly. The slave trembled. That was the kind of question he couldn't answer, shouldn't even get but he wanted to answer that one.

"I… I want…" he tried and closed his eyes.

"Forget it Ken…" The redhead's words caused Ken to snap his eyes open again.

"No please… I just… just want…" You! his mind finished with a scream. I want you! Aya shook his head and the bland mask Ken had seen before slipped back into place taking away all emotions.

//

Ran forced his well-used mask of ice to cover his face and turned his back towards the slave. He couldn't do this, it was too hard, and it hurt. Ken would never be okay, would never be normal. His former owners had destroyed too much. Solemnly the redhead left his bedroom and crossed his apartment.

He wasn't helping Ken either instead he seemed to make the slave confused and even more uncertain. Maybe he should find him a new owner, a place where the rules were clear and familiar? Ran's heart objected by sending a stab of pain through his body.

The redhead sank down on one of the couches and shook his head sadly. He wasn't sure he could part from Ken though because whether or not he wanted it he was well on the way of falling in love with him. Ran leaned back and closed his eyes.

What am I going to do about this? he asked himself. Please I'll do anything to help Ken, anything at all. Just tell me what I have to do? His pleading question got no answer and he was so tired and felt so miserable.

Life wasn't fair, life had never been fair but at the moment it was down right shitty! He had such strong feelings for Ken but he wasn't helping him and a part of him was sure that the only right thing to do was get the slave as far away from him as possible but could he do that, could he let go?

~TBC~

Um I don't really have anything to say about this chapter except my apologizes for how much it stinks. /sighs/ Oh well there it is anyways. See ya next time… Ja/Atsureki