Disclaimer: Tales of Phantasia and all her characters belong to Namco. The bluebird comparison is credited to Morrosseth.
Pairing: Cless x Chester
Warnings: Rape, Spoilers, Shounen-ai
A/N: Dedicated to my Major. An odd one to dedicate, but you seemed to like the first chapter a lot. So there. Merry Christmas
Bluebird Is Breaking
Chapter 1: Remembrance
Written by Nariena
August 12, 2007
He remembered that night all too well. The night he'd been broken like a twig beneath a stallion's hooves.
He remembered those wild, roaming hands; the muffled gasps and moans; the unbelievable pain.
His body still ached, and he still remembered.
The wind had howled mercilessly that night, sympathetic to his plight.
Lightning had crashed and thunder exploded, but he could still hear hot breath against his ear.
Still he could hear his intruder's laugh, horrendous and mocking, chilling him to his core.
He still dreamed of the night.
He dreamed of his terror, his fear, his helplessness.
And for that he hated himself.
Though he told himself he'd been weak and barely conscious, he hated that his hands, struggling to stave the intruder off, had been so easily brushed aside.
He loathed how easily he'd been pinned to the ground, hands held high above his head.
He needed to find an excuse for his weakness, or else he deserved it, and he'd hate himself more.
More than anything, he was ashamed. He was guilty. Scared.
It was all his fault.
He should have died.
He remembered how it had started as a battle. But then, when he looked into his enemy's eyes, it became so much more.
They'd been filled with such strong emotions. Animalistic. Violent. Lustful.
And he'd been so scared.
Those cold blue eyes had gleamed with such intensity.
His mind had urged him to turn tails and run. But he'd become so weak, after fighting for so long….
Trapped under that terrifying gaze, he froze, feet rooted to the spot.
Predator pounced upon prey.
He found himself pinned underneath his opponent's larger frame, and he struggled to wriggle free.
It was no use. His hands were easily batted away, and pinned down above his head.
And then came that laugh. That taunting, chilling laugh.
A shiver shot up his spine, but he managed a low growl.
He still had the sense in him to glare.
He remembered how the man's hands would flit across his thighs every so often, and how his breath had hitched in his throat.
He remembered how he'd wanted to throw up after the man had violently claimed his lips.
He remembered how the man had forced him to shed his clothing, and how, afterwards, it had seemed that the man had bitten every single inch of his body.
It had made him feel sick, and so he'd pleaded for the man to stop, to let him go, to just kill him.
The pleas went to deaf ears, and the man just shook his head. He bent down to whisper to him, speaking for the first time.
"You're mine."
He froze up again, a wave of fear coursing through his veins.
Until that moment, he'd been hoping that the man would stop, find him inadequate, or just decide to kill him.
Apparently he'd have none of that.
He could just barely hear the tumbling of rocks over the thumping of his own heart, as the man effortlessly spread his tired legs apart.
Thump, thump, thump….
It was pounding in his ears, so loudly that he wondered if the man could hear it above him, facedown in the dirt.
He let out a cry of pain as the man thrust into him for the first time.
And so began a night that he would never forget, however much he wished to.
That night, when he'd been taken, marked, broken in. And it had all been too easy.
Indeed, the title of Demon Lord well suited this man.
For as the Demon Lord's sole words echoed through his mind…
"You're mine."
… Chester Barklight believed them.