A/N: Welcome all, to my first Vocaloid fanfic! So, this is another 2 A.M. oneshot, a random late night idea that just popped into my head!
Disclaimer: Heartache-chan does not own Vocaloid.
Warning: rape, sex with a minor, angst, sadistic/evil Gakupo, tortured/angsty Len. Don't like, don't read.
ENJOY!
He refused to leave his room after it happened.
He would allow his little body to stay cradled in softness of the comforter, an arm draped over his normally smiling face. In the darkness of the room, the memories would play themselves over and over in his head. His small fist would clench in displeasure, and his aquamarine eyes would close against the world even further.
Every day, Rin would come to the door. His sister, usually so jubilant and wild, would press her knuckles to the door lightly, as though pushing too hard would cause her brother to shatter. She would plead with him, worry clear in her voice. She begged him to open the door, to eat, to talk to her. Why was he shutting her out?
And Len would ignore her, her cries falling on deaf ears. He would not allow any of them to see him. Because surely, even if the bruises faded, they would still know. He would be unable to hide it. His filthiness would be as clear as the purple splotches marring his skin. He was damaged.
Sometimes, they would sing to him. Miku would sit in the hallway with her back against the door, and Kaito would lean against the wall. Their voices would meld together into something wonderful and almost soothing. Catchy ballads came out like lullabies in a slow, calming cadence. Len would close his eyes and allow his bitten lips to mouth the words.
Len left the room only long enough to shower. The water was always scalding and he would always scrub at himself until he was raw. In the loneliness of the water, he could feel those uncaring fingers pressing against his skin. A feathery trail of purple hair tickling his face. Lips roaming around his body, touching places the young boy had not yet even allowed himself to explore. And then something would invade him, making him cry out in pain, making him beg for it to stop.
But Gakupo would not listen.
Gakupo would visit him again a few nights later. Len would forget to lock the door after coming out from his shower. The others were already in bed, and the house would remain silent. Len would card a shaking hand through his blond locks as his ears alerted him to the creaking of faint footsteps. He held his breath in traumatized anticipation.
The door would swing open silently, and the older man would stride in with careful, measured steps. Len would not move; no, he would continue to watch the man's movements in the reflection of the full length mirror near his dresser. Gakupo would nudge the door closed before advancing on his prey.
And Len would continue to watch in glass as Gakupo came closer. The violet-haired singer would pause until he was just shy of touching the blond. Then his hands would come to rest on thin, shaking shoulders, and it would begin.
Gakupo tugged the towel away from Len's damp body. He touched his lips to the younger boy's shoulder in a mockery of affection. Large hands traveled from their spot on the shoulders to a lithe chest. A violet head dipped forward and nipped at the skin on the creamy collarbone.
Len forced himself not to move as rough fingers pulled at his nipples punishingly. The hands briefly moved to grip him about the ribs and turn him around. A tongue was forced into his mouth, whilst calloused hands palmed their way down to his hips.
Gakupo bent down, sank his teeth into an already reddened nipple. Despites his efforts to stay still, Len couldn't help the anguished groan that slipped out. Nails dug into the skin of his thigh punishingly, pressing deep enough to draw blood. Gakupo dragged Len to the bed and pushed him down face-first.
Gakupo straddled the small teenager. Len tensed at the sound on a zipper being pulled down, and finally tears broke through the aquamarine barrier. He buried his face in his arms, until they were tugged away and held in the bruising restriction of Gakupo's hands.
Len was unable to hold back a scream as Gakupo penetrated him. Gakupo relinquished his hold on Len's wrists, bringing them up to wrap around the blond's mouth and nose. Another punishment for making noise. The violet one began thrusting his way in and out of the writhing body below. Gakupo opened his mouth to finally speak to his victim.
"You are nothing, Len," his voice was smooth and deep and rich. "You are just a body, meant to be used. Nothing more and nothing less."
More tears slipped out, tickling over Gakupo's fingers. Len began panicking as his vision blurred due to tears and lack of oxygen. His small hands desperately tugged at stronger ones. The hands stayed put. Gakupo pushed in once more, then the pleasure overtook and he released his seed into the body below. Finally, the hands pulled away and Len sucked in air in deep, shuddering breaths. Gakupo pulled out, his passion flowing out of Len's abused entrance.
"You didn't bleed this time," violet remarked casually. "Perhaps you are finally getting used to me being inside of you." Gakupo stood up, re-buttoning his pants. Then he left.
Len remained on the sheets for awhile in a pool of fluids. He allowed his breathing to even out. When he finally had enough strength, he rose to his feet and walked to the mirror. Finger-shaped bruises surrounded his mouth, nose, and cheeks. Red bite marks decorated his chest and white liquid continued to seep out of him. Tears shone indignantly on his face, marking their spot on him.
A soft gasp pulled Len away from his reflection. Kaito stood in the hallway, peering in through the door Gakupo had failed to close. It was dark, but the moonlight let him make out the glow of bruises. Kaito took quick purposeful steps into the room. He carefully grasped Len's hand as he pulled him to the bathroom. Neither spoke as Kaito filled the tub with water. The silence continued as the blue-haired one washed the blond, carefully and gently, so as not to frighten him.
The quiet carried on as Kaito lifted Len out of the water and wrapped him in a towel. He pulled the child – for Len really was only a child – into his bedroom, guiding him to the bed. Len merely watched as Kaito pulled out a shirt and a pair of loose shorts. Kaito dressed the boy with shaking fingers and finally he allowed his own tears to spill down. His heart ached for Len.
Len pressed his cold palm to Kaito's warm cheek in an effort to soothe him. Kaito smiled before tucking Len into the bed. The blond pressed his face into the pillow and inhaled the sweet scent of ice cream and Kaito. The older man slowly slid into the bed as well, watching for any signs of fear or apprehension on Len's part. Len merely pulled his nii-chan closer and buried himself into the warm arms. A hint of a smile appeared on his mouth before he finally drifted off into sleep. Tomorrow, the sun would rise. Maybe then he'd see Rin again.
A/N: And it's finished! Yay! Please REVIEW and tell me what you think. Reviews make me happy!
On a random note, I'm starting to think that I am physically unable to write lemon scenes that aren't rape scenes. What is wrong with me?
SEE YA NEXT TIME!