~Captain~

~Chapter 1~

Hi everyone! I'm back with a new yaoi story! For those of you who've read my other one, Playground, I promised to give you Sora's story of what happened during that time. Just because they start in a similar place doesn't mean they're that much alike haha

And for those of you who haven't read Playground (the companion story to this) feel free to read either or first. But I want to get the warnings out of the way here and now, once and for all.

Warnings: violence, sex, rape, abuse, yaoi, swearing, mature content, graphic images and yada yada yada.

Hope you like!


He'd known he was being stupid when he opened his mouth. He'd even thought he had gotten really good at hiding exactly what he felt and keeping it to himself. It'd been almost a week since he'd said something snappy. Or maybe it was just a few days. Time was hard to keep track of when your days were filled with sleeping and your nights with drugs and alcohol.

"You only have one client at 8 o'clock tonight in the red room." Hisa was a man who's weight was sheerly from the extravagant life he led. He just sat back, dyed his balding head a dark brown and chuckled to himself whenever he was please. Greedy, deceitful, and twisted as deep down as any man could be. What other kind of man could run a whorehouse filled with children?

"Only one?" Sora had responded from where he had hastily sat up from his bed. His head pounded but he knew better than to stay lying down like he wanted. Hisa was a petty man who needed constant reinforcement that he was still, as always, in control. But last night had been rough. Being a celebration of sorts he and his brother had chosen to stay in the club for the night and work to get more clients for later. They'd made the decision together, as always, but while Roxas was beginning to come to terms with their life Sora was still adjusting; adjusting with help from substances. For once he'd ignored the small pills he was always offered and drank any alcohol he could get his hands on. No one at the club cared he was only sixteen, only that he and his brother had gotten on stage and danced like no brothers ever should together. "Wow, I thought I'd be whoring myself out nonstop for the next week after last night."

"Don't be sarcastic with me, Sora," warned Hisa. His annoyingly high voice just made Sora cringe.

"I forgot, no one wants me for my mouth, only my ass." Those words he regretted. They hadn't been completely insolent, but they had been just rude enough. He heard a door shut to the adjoined bathroom and hoped Roxas had just left the bathroom.

Then Hisa's large form was in front of him, a hand snaking out to hit him and he just hoped he didn't cry out too much. "You pathetic slut." Sora was shoved onto his stomach. Some self preservation came to Sora and he tried to get his arms under him to get himself up but it was no use. The sheer weight of Hisa was too much. He could feel a hand pushing his shoulders into the mattress. Turning his head he gasped for breath. All he could see was his brown hair and the blue sheets of his bed.

The sound of a zipper gave him one last jolt of fear. Flailing around he hoped he could jest knock the fat man off long enough for him to run. Not far, just to Roxas' room. He could lock the door, or maybe even he'd run all the way out of this damn place.

Pain rocketed up his spine fast as lightning. He cut his cry of hurt short, not wanting to get Hisa any more aroused then he clearly already was. Money was all fine and good, but Sora had been beneath Hisa enough to know what really got the man hard. Hisa lived to see those who defied him cry out in pain and humiliation. Roxas had learned not to take a tone with the man who owned them, but Sora could never fully repress the words that were dying to come out.

Panting like a dog Hisa continued to pump in and out of Sora. The brunette could feel a slick wetness easing the friction. Metallic and sharp, the smell of his blood and the pain that accompanied it was horrific. Instead of tears he tried to pull into himself, find some part of himself that wasn't hurting. Yet that was the problem. The pain kept him fully grounded in his own body and the present. He wanted nothing more than for the pain to end. No, Hisa could burn in hell. That's what he wanted most of all. "Please…" he muttered quietly even knowing Hisa wouldn't hear him.

"You're right, no one wants you for anything more than your body," Hisa said between pants. "At least your brother has some intelligence." The hand between Sora's shoulders lifted only to come down as a smack on his ass. "You're lucky I still want you."

Shutting his eyes against Hisa's words, Sora tried not to think. He didn't want anything Hisa said to mean anything to him. Words were words. They were nothing important. What was important was how heavy the fat bastard was panting and how he was starting to desperately clutch at Sora. Soon, so soon…

"Dammit, Hisa!" Pounding at the door made Sora clench his fists. No matter how many times this happened Roxas, his stupid little brother Roxas, would always try to come to his rescue. "Let him go! Damn you, you fat bastard! I swear I'll kill you if you don't let him go!" He wanted to yell at Roxas, tell him to shut up, that he wasn't helping anything or anyone. Didn't he remember how Hisa used to get angry enough at Roxas' interruptions he'd climb off Sora just to have a turn with him?

In a desperate attempt to keep Hisa in his bed, away from his brother, Sora lifted his hips back into Hisa's, urging the man on. A moan that sounded like it could've come from a female let him know he was doing the right thing. Pushing back again he kept pace with him as Hisa quickened his strokes and came with a disgusting groan of pleasure.

But the pounding continued.

Sora wanted to cry as Hisa dismounted. Turning his face into the sheets he listened to Hisa yell at Roxas for being so disrespectful.

"Have you forgotten who you belong to?" Slap. "Me! I bought you and gave you a chance." Slap. "You have everything you could ever want or need." Slap. "You will both respect me!" The desperate way Roxas was coughing sounded like the air had been knocked out of him.

That's my little brother! Sora wanted to scream at Hisa. Twins they may be, but he had been born first. As the older brother he was supposed to protect Roxas and keep him safe. But…

Heavy footsteps told him Hisa had come back for whatever clothes he had shed to fuck Sora. Not wanting to see anything, Sora turned his face into the covers.

Minutes later the sink turned on quickly and softer footsteps entered Sora's room. "Sora? Can I help?" The tentative question made Sora feel even worse. Hoping his brother would just go away he said nothing, even as his sweet, kind-hearted brother wiped the blood and semen from his body. Not even a thank you came out when he heard the footsteps retreating from his room and the door silently being shut.

He couldn't say it. The little brother shouldn't be taking care of the older one. It was shameful. But even worse was the slight pang of jealousy he couldn't make go away. A sick jealousy that wished Hisa still fucked Roxas too. It was wrong, so horribly wrong to wish for, but Roxas was too precious in the fat man's eyes. Twins, yes, but only fraternal. Roxas had been blessed with the looks of an angel; delicately blond and fair skinned with the same blue and blue could be eyes that Sora had yet on Roxas they seemed wide with an innocence that made people long to corrupt him. Hisa would never harm Roxas like he did Sora. Not anymore. Not when Roxas made him so much richer.

It was wrong to feel like that of course, and he knew it. But he knew for as long as they stayed here he'd never be anything more than Hisa's unwilling experimental fuck buddy. His looks were nothing remarkable, brown hair, blue eyes. Only his temperament kept him in the same grouping of whores as Roxas. Some of the clients Hisa brought to him were of a similar nature, they loved finding a whore who still had some fight to them and putting him at their mercy.

Yet it was even worse than that. Everyone said how Roxas had the most gifted mouth. Hisa had even taken Sora into his office on numerous occasions to see if Sora could gain the skill Roxas had naturally. When that didn't work Hisa found other uses for him. Everything from seeing how many little pills he could take, the combinations in which they were safe, and what else they could be taken with, to how much pain he could take, a whip cracking against his back, a butt plug as wide as a can, to how long he could be fucked without orgasming and then come on command. For weeks he used to be sick, puking up whatever else Hisa had shoved down his throat, or in bed crying from pain that didn't have a particular starting place but ended everywhere. The worst of it all though had been seeing what a failure he was in Hisa's eyes every time he fell short of his expectations.

Failure. It was something he was becoming strangely used to.

Hours went by, or so it seemed, before the door to his bedroom was opened and someone came in. Something dropped to the floor with the barest of thuds. Footsteps towards the bed brought the man close and warm hands rolled Sora over. This wasn't the first time Lexaeus had found Sora like this.

Pulling out a water bottle, Lexaeus reached into his pocket and pulled out whatever was in there. Sora considered the man as much as he considered what was being held to his lips. Two small rounded pills were pressed to his lips. His natural reaction was to press his lips tighter together but in the end he opened his mouth for the pills willingly enough. He'd need whatever was given to him to make it through the night.

When Hisa, or a client, wanted a whore in a particular condition he gave them the little pills he'd had Sora test for him. Each of the four differently colored pills granted a different condition. If the client was someone known to reach his end quickly, but be embarrassed if he was the only one a yellow pill granted the whore an even quicker release. If a whore needed the opposite, the stay hard for hours before coming they were given a blue pill. Pink ones were the worst. They left you so horny you were delirious when you never managed to finish, even after hours and hours. But Sora's favorite was the little white one Hisa had started giving him every time he had to do a job with anyone important. Within fifteen minutes the world around him would fade into a hazy dream. He never needed to remember his encounters anymore. Even while working he could forget he was a whore, no worse, a slave bought to work at the most popular club in town, the Playground.

Water washed down the pills he was offered and the giant man got him up and dressed. Ridiculously tall, Lexaeus was the man Roxas had chosen to share his body with when the man wanted sex. Ridiculously tall, the giant had short spiked brown hair that was almost intimidating if it wasn't set off by his kind blue eyes. Never once had he hurt Roxas. Not even unintentionally. The soft spot Roxas had found in him kept him protected as much as anyone could be here.

As Sora went to look at himself in the mirror he cringed. The only clothing he'd been given was a silky red robe and matching thong. It was so revealing it made him want to throw something at his reflection. "Give me something else, Lexaeus," Sora demanded, not once taking his eyes from his reflection. "Another white one, or whiskey. You always carry some." He wouldn't be able to go out like this, not dressed like this. After the humiliation of earlier he wanted so be so foggy about the details of tonight he could pretend this whole day was a dream.

"Here," Lexaeus said as he held out both items Sora wanted. Sora knew he could take up to three of the white pills without making himself sick. "You're going to want all of that."

"Why?" Popping the pill in he swallowed it with a gulp of whiskey. For a quick second he could feel the burn of the alcohol wake him up.

The long silence finally drew Sora's eyes away from himself. Lexaeus stood there, not looking at him, just looking uncomfortable. Taking another long pull from the flask Sora confronted the fact he knew. "My appointment isn't just with me is it?" He hoped the bitterness wasn't clear in his voice. It was a common thing for a client to want both brothers for a few hours but it was hard. They always chose one they liked more and eventually just went with that one brother. Most of the time it was Roxas they wanted. If he had to go through that again, seeing someone else so obviously choose him brother over him… Not again.

Finishing the rest of the flask as quickly as possible Sora nodded at Lexaeus. "I'll go wait for Roxas." Outside in the hallway that led to both of their rooms Sora leaned against the wall as Lexaeus went to get Roxas ready. He could feel everything in his body slowly taking effect. The whiskey brought a warm heat to his cheeks and the little pink pill warmth to his groin. But the best feeling of all was the haziness that was taking over his sight and his mind. It was like dreaming, almost. Nothing seemed real anymore. Even better was the fact that he couldn't keep a single thought in his mind for more than the moment it took to think it.

When Roxas finally came out of his room in his own blue robe Sora barely even knew it was his brother. Whatever he said went in one ear and out the other and Sora's own response didn't even register to his mind. The last thing he was conscious enough to remember was Roxas pulling him forward for a long kiss and the way it made Sora crave his body.


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