Warnings/Info for this chapter:

Pairing: Xigbar/Xaldin
Warnings: Cussing, Angst, Rape, Cuttings(not intentional), Disturbing imagery (Maggots, messy ass room), OOCness and Scooby-Doo. YAOI
Rating: NC 17
Other: Alternate Universe

THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF MALE/MALE INTERCOURSE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

TAX

There wasn't any love in this moment. No sweet whispers telling me everything was going to be okay. No warning before tearing me open and fucking me raw.

Beer cans and cigarette butts crushed under my stomach as he pounded me into the table. Something must have been glass as I heard a crack and something jagged sink into me. But he didn't care, he didn't mind the screams. The begging, the whimpers of pain. All he wanted was to get off and I was the nearest thing. Why didn't I learn?

I thought he'd be different. I thought I knew what I wanted. He wasn't and I didn't.

He grabbed my braids, yanking hard and pulling free a black clump much to my displeasure. His cock didn't stop ripping me apart as he told me I was nothing more than a cheap bitch. I didn't argue, it was true after all. By then I was bleeding, I could feel the cuts from the glass oozing as well as my abused ass. Blood ran down my legs, dripping off onto empty pizza boxes and Burger King wrappers.

Nothing was pleasurable for me despite what my dick may be pointing to otherwise. He kept hitting that spot in me, but there was no pure ecstasy. No seeing lights in front of my eyes, nothing that made everything all right like some cheap ass story would tell you. This was rape. I was being raped. It wasn't fun. It wasn't good. It was just happening and I was along for the ride.

At this point I was looking at anything but him, thinking of anything but the pain. My eyes settled for watching the few maggots nearby, covering the half-eaten burger someone left behind. He thrust harder, my face nearly up against the said burger. I moved as much as I could away from it, the smell of rot wasn't something I was fond of. But like I said, he didn't care. My face was soon covered in rotting bits of meat, and I gagged. Disgusting maggots were on my face, almost in my mouth but thank god I closed it before-hand. There was enough meat in me already, I didn't think I could stomach anymore.

He was done with me in a few more minutes. It didn't seem so little time had past, but the cheap ass alarm clock said otherwise. I laid there awhile, used and face still covered in the squirming bugs. What else was there to do? He mumbled something I didn't catch, I didn't really care at that point. I was there and not there. What's the point in cleaning up anyway if you're just going to get dirty again?

I heard a few clicks behind me then smelled the smoke, not bothering to turn. Bastard always smoked after sex, I learned that much since I came here. To this motel dump on this fucked up town. I don't even know why Im here anymore. I want to fucking leave. I want to turn around, take that cancer stick right out of his fucking mouth and stab his other eye with it. I'd like to see the bastard screw me over blind. But I did nothing. I slumped against the table of glass, blood and crushed beer cans.

Behind me the tv flicked on and he reclined watching some Scooby Doo reruns. Its hard to believe the guy just raped me raw a few moments ago but there you have it. Rapists love talking crime-solving dogs apparently.

"Hey bitch, wash the fuck up. I don't want fucking blood on the fucking carpet."

A little late for that. I forced myself up regardless. I wasn't in any condition to fight back anyway. While heading to the bathroom, someone pounded on the front door. Each thump was like a death sentence as I quickly shut and locked the door. Safely inside the haven for cockroaches and mildew, I heard the bastard talking with someone. Arguing more so. I drowned it out by running some water, unlike the toilet the sink still worked, and picked up the cleanest looking towel. Everything ached, but I had to clean out the cuts. And his cum. My hands shook while I did the deed, some part of me died every time I cleaned up. It was painful and humiliating. I knew cleaning up meant more later. He wasn't the type for messy seconds, even though his room was second only to a fucking trash dump.

The door opened and I sighed, having forgotten the lock was busted just like everything else. He stood in the frame, that same grin on his scarred and disfigured face as before. It never ended well.

"Its your lucking day bitch, you get another fuck buddy."

I glanced behind him at the "fuck buddy". I couldn't decide if it was a man or woman till he spoke, brushing aside his overly long straw-like hair.

"This the one you were talking about then? Looks more like an escaped gorilla than a whore." I didn't like the sneer on his face as he said that. I didn't like him at all to be honest but chances are I'd be riding his cock before the day was over.

"Xaldin, stop fucking staring and do the only thing you're fucking good for."

I hesitated. It was a mistake. My head was soon bashed up against the door, arm twisted behind me painfully. His face was right up against mine, I could still smell the cigarette on his breath that was absent from his lips.

"You fucking around with me with my friend here? Don't forget your place bitch."

His harsh words were only amplified by the cold steel I felt on my bare back. Half of me wanted him to pull the trigger, the part that grew each day. But the voice in my head, the one that still had that little bit of hope somewhere deep inside, it's the one I listened to. I went limp in his grasp.

"Good."

TAX

Yeah, pretty messed up with Xaldin. Its only going to get worse. This is my first smut fic, so feel free to toss any overripe tomatoes my way. Or give me some flames to roast my pop tarts on. Yum. Threesome and so on will be in later chapters.