Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
Yoru: I do love torturing dear old Gokudera.
Kuronue: So anyone with eyes noticed.
Yoru: I also love him with dear old Yamamoto. So here's one!
Kuronue: This is set after the Byakuran arc. This fic contains rape (both implied and graphic), yaoi, torture, and violence.
Tsuna flinched violently as the sound of bone impacting flesh echoed in the rumbling train car. Bound as he was, he could only watch helplessly as one of their captors beat a chained Gokudera into immobility.
"Stupid shit. Don't know when ta give up, do 'e?" the brutish captor chuckled, pulling his fist back again. The second guard grabbed his wrist.
"Maybe not, but you have to stop beating the hell out of him, Brutus."
Fitting, Tsuna thought wildly, testing the ropes around his wrists.
Yamamoto's wrists were tied to Tsuna's, blood trickling from a shallow cut on his forehead. The baseball player's eyes were fixed on Gokudera, whose hands were chained above his head to the ceiling of the car. The bomber hung limply, panting hard. Tsuna looked around for Hibari – there. Sleeping peacefully in a bunk bed due to the drug administered to him at their capture.
Captured by whom, Tsuna didn't know. He only knew that they had all met by chance at a sushi restaurant next to the train tracks: Yamamoto and Gokudera there already, Tsuna looking for Lambo, Hibari to rattle the owner for protection funds. The next thing Tsuna knew, they'd been attacked. It was so sudden that Dying Will mode hadn't even entered his mind before his hands were painfully twisted behind him and bound securely.
He was the first to go down; oddly enough, the second was Hibari. One of the attackers had grabbed him and shoved a cloth against his mouth and nose. From the scent, it had to do with sakura. This kept Hibari immobilized long enough for another attacker to inject some sort of sedative into Hibari's arm. The boy had been down in an instant and thrown over his captor's shoulder.
Tsuna sighed as he remembered that it had been the first time in days Yamamoto had been without his sword. In no time flat, Gokudera had been the only one still fighting. With guns pressed to the temples of his comrades, however, he had no choice but to put his hands up. Tsuna and Yamamoto were bound with ropes, but their captors were taking no chances with the bomber. He was strung up in chains as soon as they'd been manhandled into the train car. Submission was hardly Gokudera's method of choice, so as soon as the guns had been put away, he'd started fighting again. The result was that he now barely clung to consciousness.
"Who are you?" Tsuna finally asked, fighting to keep his voice from trembling. They looked like mafia, and so he figured they were after him. He'd at least act like a Vongola boss.
"Renne," the minimally kinder one answered, examining his fingernails.
"Well then, Mr. Renne…" Tsuna began, but the man cut him off.
"I'm not Renne. That's the famiglia," he snapped. Tsuna blanched – he hated being right.
"Well…um…what do you want with us?" he asked, voice wavering. Brutus laughed, leaning on Gokudera's shoulder and earning a wince.
"Whaddaya think? Boss wants ya, we come get ya. Takin' out all the other familglia, we are," he snickered, chucking Gokudera under the chin.
"Then why capture instead of kill?" Tsuna asked, afraid of the answer.
"Boss likes 'is servants," Brutus replied, taking out a lighter. Tsuna saw Gokudera's eyes widen slightly, but Brutus only lit a cigarette.
"Servants?" Yamamoto asked quietly, the first time Tsuna had heard him speak since their capture.
"Yeah. Humil'ation, ya know? Ain't that right, Marcio?" Brutus chuckled. Marcio nodded, reaching over to brush some of Hibari's hair out of his eyes.
"He'll like this one," he murmured. Brutus shook his head.
"Don't think so. That'n's too strong, ya know? 'E'll wanna test 'im out in th' labs. No, no, I'm thinkin' 'e'll like this'n." Brutus suddenly grabbed Gokudera's hair and yanked his head back hard, earning a strangled cry of pain. Tsuna felt Yamamoto moving behind him; the baseball player's wrists were struggling frantically with the ropes. Marcio approached Gokudera slowly, finger tapping against his own fleshy lips.
"You might be right there, Brutus. Strong, defiant, undeniably attractive. A challenge, but not an impossible one." Marcio smiled unpleasantly, and Tsuna took back anything he'd thought about the ugly man being kinder than Brutus. The Boss of the Renne wanted a personal servant, did he? Tsuna didn't see what being attractive had to do with that, but he supposed it was vanity.
"Don't you fucking dare," Yamamoto hissed. It was the first time Tsuna had ever heard him curse. What was he missing?
Brutus laughed again, jerking Gokudera's hair. The bomber hissed with pain, eyes shut tight.
"Awww, this yer boyfriend?" Brutus cooed. Yamamoto's eyes narrowed.
"You let him go, you fucker." His voice was deadly calm, and Brutus let go of Gokudera's hair almost subconsciously.
"Such language comin' outta the mouths of babes," he snapped, approaching Yamamoto and raising a hand. Faster than Tsuna's eye could register, Gokudera's hands were fastened around his chains and he'd pulled himself up. His feet met Brutus' head, and the big man hit the floor with a crash. There was a long silence, broken only by the rumbling of the train. Gokudera had clearly used all of his momentary strength; he hung limply again, panting. Marcio stared at Brutus, who didn't move. Tsuna had no idea what to think or do.
"Takeshi…shut up…" Gokudera's voice was quiet and lacking its usual bite. Tsuna craned his neck to look at Yamamoto. The baseball player opened his mouth, and then shut it again without uttering a sound. Brutus finally pushed his considerable bulk up, cracking his knuckles.
"That's it. I'm breakin' somethin'," he snarled, but Marcio stepped in front of Gokudera.
"Two reasons why you won't. One, if you really think this is the one the boss will want, you can't be damaging him anymore. Two, even if he wasn't the one the boss will want, he's had enough." Marcio glanced at Gokudera, whose eyes were boring into Brutus'.
"Fine. We'll be home in an hour anyway, and I'll get ta see the Boss have at 'im," Brutus growled, leaving the car. Marcio looked down at Tsuna.
"Excuse him. He's a barbarian. We'll be right outside the door." He left as well, closing the door behind him. Yamamoto immediately began fighting his bonds again, eyes still fixed on Gokudera. Tsuna didn't know what the huge deal was, but clearly something big was going on. He let Yamamoto struggle for what felt like forever before asking.
"Guys, I know we have to get out, but wouldn't waiting until the train stopped be a good idea?" he asked quietly. Yamamoto's eyes flashed, scaring Tsuna just a little.
"Waiting until the train stops will be too late," he snapped, struggling harder. Tsuna sighed softly and started trying to help, but the knots were tight. Gokudera had finally let himself pass out a long time ago; Tsuna knew he'd only stayed awake as long as he had to keep Brutus from moving on to a new victim.
"Yamamoto…I don't understand why you're so…scared."
"Are you stupid, Tsuna? Their boss wants Hayato!"
"Yeah, but he wants all of us." Tsuna noticed that Gokudera and Yamamoto were referring to each other by first name all of a sudden, but stored it for future reference.
"You seriously don't get it? He wants a sex slave, Tsuna!"
Tsuna's blood ran cold as the train started to screech to a halt.