I do not own Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, or Kingdom Hearts. (If I did, there would be so many lemon scenes; it would be illegal in fifty countries.) =D
I do, however, own this story line, and no one has permission to copy it. My rabid chocolate bunnies will eat your face if you steal.
This is what shall become of you if you obsess over Law and Order: Special Victims Unit and Kingdom Hearts at the same time…
Zexion made his way down 42nd Street, New York, NY. The sun had long since disappeared behind the tall buildings, and was beginning to set under a pastel horizon. Zexion carved his living in investigating inside the Special Victims Unit itself. Lexaeus, who seemed far more fierce and intimidating, worked in the murder department. Now, he was heading home, an apartment up only two blocks, as the cold wind blew, trapped between the buildings.
Enjoying the night air, he let his mind wander back to today's case, and let his feet carry him on the path home. A woman had been raped and assaulted on 16th Street, and was suffering from hypothermia. She had been drugged, and couldn't remember anything about the rape. His cases were always very interesting, and he and Lexaeus always shared the day's events over the dinner table.
Caught up in his thoughts, Zexion didn't notice his alleged stalker. The man wore a cold-proof black trench coat, effectively covering the most of him. Following Zexion's path, he etched closer every minute or so, watching his target as he slipped skillfully through the New York night crowd.
Zexion was only a block away from the apartment he shared with Lexaeus, when he felt a hand on his arm, and was yanked swiftly into an alleyway, where he was thrown to the cold cement, far in the back of the deserted path.
A rough, menacing voice emitted from the man who stood above him. "Resist me and you will die." He hissed.
Looking up at his attacker, Zexion could see that the man held a machete, and he looked as if he knew how to wield it. He whimpered slightly as the man traced slender fingers down his chest, covered by a white formal shirt, brushing aside his beige winter coat.
"Please, no…" He whispered dejectedly as the assailant swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth alabaster chest. He had only ever been touched like this by Lexaeus himself, his body, he had silently vowed, was only for his lover.
The man only laughed harshly, slipping down the zipper on his black slacks, and forced them down along with Zexion's briefs. Zexion gasped as the cold air washed over the sensitive skin, his body racked with violent shudders.
Frigid fingers traced the veins on his cock, stroking seductively. The rapist was enjoying himself far too much for Zexion's liking. He rid himself of his own clothing, and, without any such warning, forced into Zexion, holding his legs apart at a painful angle.
Zexion wanted to cry out in pain, but bit it back, fear twisting his stomach as he remembered the man's machete.
The rapist plunged viciously, ripping Zexion open on the inside, blood welling up in a puddle underneath him.
Everything after this was a blur to Zexion, as loss of blood put him under before the rapist finished with him.
The midday sun shown down on New York while a man, taking out the garbage at a restaurant, approached the dumpster in an alleyway. Throwing the trash bags in the dumpster, he turned to go back inside, when a hand caught his attention. Approaching it cautiously, he found it attached to a man with dark navy hair, striped through with grey, unconscious.
Rushing back inside, he called the Police Department, and they arrived within minutes to take Zexion to the hospital.
A short while after Zexion woke, two Special Victims Unit detectives were sent in to question him.
Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson came into Zexion's room, and Elliot stopped in his tracks, causing Olivia to stop suddenly and look up.
"Zexion?" Elliot asked, and blinked a few times. "My god…."
Sorry if it was short, but I thought it was ok. My first rape (sort of a lemon…). Criticism is loved, but flame is not. =( Chapter two is on it's way.
