So...this is a new fic that I've had in mind. Is Kurtbastian like...totally dead now? I have always loved the pairing :P So if you're bothered by Kurtbastian, whatevs, just change Sebastian's name to another dude's name, and same goes for Kurt's :)
WARNING: This fic is pretty messed up. Scratch that. MESSED UP. It involves torture, both sexual and the...normal type of torture? :|
Violence, (hardcore) bondage, and...whatever. This is only the prologue, I'll add more before the chapter starts.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic! If not, then just leave me alone. It's my imagination, let me imagine what I want.
Tears.
The streaks of the salty liquid wouldn't stop falling. They had no idea how to stay still, so they kept escaping from their place. Something they caused was shame.
Blood.
The amount of blood was too much to measure, at least if you were the one letting it out. Red is and will always be a lovely color, but it will never be lovely when it comes to blood. Something it caused was pain.
Love.
This is the most powerful of them all. Although it is usually seen as an extraordinary feeling, in this situation it was the most painful. This feeling couldn't be stopped. It dominated all the hurt thrown towards this poor, harmless being. Something it caused was indescribable.
These were the three things that the young boy had. He has had them one by one, and also all at the same time. He wanted this to stop. He wanted freedom. He wanted kindness from others. But most of all, he wanted his happiness back.
Anger.
The feeling described to be a horrible, monstrous thing. But it felt so good. It made him feel alive. Anger was unending. It wouldn't just leave. Something it caused was satisfaction.
Viciousness.
It was as if anger and happiness made love. The pain caused brought the feeling of viciousness. Something it caused was joy.
Love.
And finally, we have reached the most dominating sensation a human being could feel. Anger and viciousness could never be compared to the amount of love contained. In fact, the amount of love was too much, it overflowed. Something it caused was, again, indescribable.
The man loved the boy. He loved the boy more than anything right now. But torturing him just felt satisfactory. It caused a pit in his stomach. He wanted freedom with this boy. He wanted kindness to give to this boy. But most of all, he wanted happiness with this boy.
The fact that the younger boy was in pain was obvious. But the fact that the older man was also in pain was causing questions.
What has got them here, you ask?
So...how was it? Was it great, okay, or complete shit? You decide :D