Author's Note: Okay so this is a post game fic and is going to be one of my darker works. It's an idea I've had for a while but just recently started. I will be trying to do updates for the fic every week and they should fall on Tuesdays.
Disclaimer: I don't own Baten Kaitos.
Warning: Rape, dark themes, and later on violence.
Chapter 1) Pain
The rejoicing of their victory, of the return of the ocean had ended. Everyone had gone home, or back to wandering, and for Lyude he was able to go home with his head held high. At least that's what it seemed like. Alfard was a nation broken and bleeding. There was no clear leader and it seemed there was little support from the other nations to help out Alfard. Lyude figured that there was still some strong animosity towards the Empire for its part in the events that had taken place. Thankfully Xelha was as kind hearted as ever and gave as much support as she could. She given him enough backing that he'd been made an interim leader until the nation figured out which direction to go. All of this just made him feel so guilty, as he knew and was part of something that would break her heart.
During their struggles, like Xelha he'd fallen for Kalas, and some part of him still loved the man. When Kalas had learned of Lyude's affection he'd exploited it. Lyude had known he couldn't deny Kalas anything but everytime Kalas came for him it hurt more and more. At first Lyude hoped that maybe Kalas could love him too. That hope ended when they beat Malpercio and Kalas and Xelha announced their relationship, and Lyude figured Kalas's visits would stop. He'd been wrong there, and the for the first three months he tried to tell Kalas no, send him home to Xelha but Kalas wouldn't listen. Every time Kalas came for Lyude things got colder and colder. Kalas's touch rougher and rougher, no longer did he even care about if Lyude was satisfied.
If that wasn't enough there were still many of the higher echelon of nobility that hated him. They questioned any decision he came to and carried them out slowly. In the end the people were getting more restless, and angered by their leaders inability to aid them. Lyude sighed heavily as he leaned against the banister of one of the balconies of the palace. The gold banister seemed to pure for him to touch but he needed to lean on something right now. It was only in these moments he could be human and feel weak and useless. After all he had to keep calm and seem like he was strong when around everyone else.
"If you jump, I'm not cleaning up the mess." Lyude flinched at the harsh tone and knew instantly it was Folon. Folon and Ayme had insisted in staying in the empire and helping rebuild it. Lyude wasn't sure why the two wanted to help so bad, but their help was sometimes appreciated.
"I wasn't going to jump, just taking in the night air."
"Wrong!" Folon loudly announced as Lyude turned around to look at him. The man's jester like games were a refreshing constant even when they made no sense or annoyed Lyude. "You're stalling. So quit stalling and deal with them!" Folon glared as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway. He was muttering more but Lyude couldn't understand it.
Lyude blinked for a bit before he realized what Folon was talking about. Xelha was probably here with Kalas. While Folon and Ayme had turned a new leaf… well sort of. Their hatred and dislike for Kalas had remained, at least Ayme could control herself around Kalas.
"Sorry I lost track of time, I guess." Lyude smiled and Folon moved out of the doorway. Lyude passed and straightened out his uniform so there was no evidence of his ill posture. His heart started to beat faster as he passed Folon because he could feel the sharp gaze of the man on him. He knew Folon's sanity was questionable and it was tested to the extreme with peace so being at the center of Folon's attention often unnerved Lyude. Every step he took his boots clicked and clapped over the floor, and faintly behind him he could hear Folon's footsteps. When he reached the stairs Lyude sighed and relaxed as Folon's steps had stopped. The red and gold of the palace blurred together as Lyude walked down the steps towards the throne room. He was so relieved to see the bright splashes of color that were Xelha, and Ayme. Yet that relief died as his breath hitched when he caught Kalas's gaze. The man stood out quite a bit, and while part of Lyude was glad to see him another part sank in dread. He was too weak.
"Lyude!" Xelha called out and started to rush over to the stairs as he finished his descent. He gladly opened his arms to embrace her. His smile was currently honest as he held his dear friend, but his mind wouldn't let him enjoy the moment. After all what sort of friend was he, having sex with her boyfriend every time he came to Alfard. He couldn't even be strong enough to end the relationship.
"Xelha, it is always so good to see you." Lyude smiled as Xelha let him go and the two of them walked over to Kalas and Ayme.
"You're here good. I'm going, now." Ayme stated coldly as she stared down Kalas.
"Ayme don't you think that maybe-"
"No." Ayme interrupted the Ice queen before she could go off on her lovely dovey friendship fluffiness nonsense. It was nauseating and it made her question the sanity of Lyude to willingly put up with it. Ayme left climbing the stairs as the three started to talk. It didn't surprise her to see Folon looking over the edge down at the group. He'd been watching Lyude for sometime without the redhead man knowing.
"If Giacomo hadn't made us make that promise I would kill him right here." Ayme growled as she looked down at the trio.
"I still might." Folon grinned wide. His hand stroked over his gauntlet where his whips would release from.
"Hn." Ayme snorted and focused her gaze on the man that was the new ruler of their nation. It was debatable if Giacomo would have followed him, but Giacomo's dying words to stop Malpercio had left them with nothing after the defeat of the god. As much as they hated Kalas, he'd been one of the ones to put Lyude in charge so the two of them forced their way into serving Lyude. They were his shadows always watching and he didn't seem to know it. Ayme glanced over to Folon when she her a shift. He was starting to leave. "Where are you going?!" Ayme demanded and the blue clown just waved her the middle finger.
"Out, you can baby sit." He laughed and she growled. This wasn't fair, she should have ditched out first! Oh how boring tonight would be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Scene Change)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The meetings and dinner went better then Lyude could have hoped for. Xelha was going to see if she couldn't convince the other rulers to lead some extra resources to the Empire. If this worked then the people would be happier and he could prove he was truly trying his hardest. Lyude had finished stripping out of his military uniform and had slipped into loose trousers for comfort. It was a cool night but the biting of the air reminded him that he could feel. He had been about to go to the balcony when he heard the soft click of his door opening then closing. Lyude shivered because he knew exactly who it was. His heart ached as he turned around and saw the blue haired man that was now taking off his jacket.
"Kalas, I-I can't. Xel-" Lyude wasn't allowed to finish as he was yanked into a crushing kiss. He felt even colder now as Kalas gripped his wrist tightly making sure he wasn't getting away. They stumbled about until Lyude ended up on the bed. Lyude whimpered as Kalas bit his lip roughly and stretched his hands above his head. "Kalas-AH!" Lyude cried out as Kalas bit into his neck. The stingy pain bring tears to his eyes but they didn't fall. Lyude couldn't help but gasp as Kalas's tongue lapped over the bite apologetically.
"Why do you keep them here." Kalas murmured his hands and lips exploring more of Lyude. Even if the blue haired man knew every inch of Lyude it was fun to learn again.
"Wh-who?" Lyude whimpered as Kalas started to tease him. No he couldn't. He shouldn't do this. He tried to move his hands but they'd been tied to the bed. Lyude wasn't even sure when it happened.
"Folon and Ayme." Kalas growled. He still bore some hatred for the two, and while he'd mostly forgiven Giacomo when the man died that hadn't included those to freaks.
"They want to help." Lyude answered and hissed in pain as Kalas bit him again. There wasn't another thing said as Kalas yanked Lyude's pants and underwear off. "Ah! K-Kalas?" Lyude yelped as he was pulled and flipped over. The restraint over his hands was tight and wasn't giving any as Kalas pulled him. His arms were stretching and it hurt as he was forced back against Kalas. Lyude let his hair fall curtaining his face as he bit his lip trying not to make a noise as Kalas hastily prepared him. It wasn't enough Lyude knew that.
"Ah!" Lyude cried out despite trying to stay quiet as Kalas rammed into him. Their bodies rocked together, with each thrust. Lyude could feel the bruises forming on his hips underneath Kalas's fingers. The rough fast pace made him forget about the pain in his arms in wake of a more active pain. Lyude didn't know how long it took Kalas to finish and by the end he didn't care. It wasn't like this was new, and yet every time it torn through him like nothing else. He didn't move as he was untied, and he didn't say anything as Kalas left the second he was untied.
Lyude stayed still and quiet for at least a half hour before a broken sob was finally allowed free. He felt sick to his stomach from the feeling Kalas had left him with, and the dampness of his sheet did little to comfort him. He nearly fell to the ground when he tried to stand, but caught himself with the bed. The sight of the sheet made him feel even worse as pain demanded his attention in every part of his body. Somehow he stumbled to the bathroom in his chambers and shut the door most of the way. He turned the water on filling the tub and watching the steam pour into the room.
Once it was filled he climbed in whimpering at the heat and the pain. Once he was settled in he stayed there. He was getting dizzy but he ignored it. He wanted to scrub himself clean but his body was strongly protesting any movement at this moment. While he could have willed himself to move, like he had when travelling with his friends after grueling fights. Right now there was no need to push himself, so he didn't. He didn't have to hide the pain here, there was no one to show a brave face to after all. Lyude gave a shaky sigh as he leaned his head back the tips of his hair hitting the water while the steam flushed his face and hid the evidence that he'd broken down. His head felt light but he couldn't even managed to move it. His eyes were having a harder time opening every time he blinked until he couldn't open them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Scene Change)~~~~~~~~~~
Folon figured Ayme would be pissed with him for bailing on her but she could deal. The fact that he annoyed her make him smirk his red eyes lighting up with joy. He chuckled to himself over a joke or idea that no one else knew and it caused the locals still out on the street to give him a wider path. He didn't think there was anything that could lower his mood, however he was wrong. Folon's good mood was suddenly gone as he saw Kalas running up to the blond twit of a queen. He didn't like them. True he had tried at first but after seeing the bliss these so called 'heroes' had enjoyed. It pissed him off. It pissed him off because he was jealous. He'd had everything taken from him, he was a freak, the blue jester. Folon snorted and thought about heading back into the wilds to kill some more unlucky monsters… And the occasional traveler that no one would miss. Instead though he stormed back to the castle his mood making the guards at the entrance shuffle away from him.
Folon threw the door open and didn't bother to shut it. He could hear the pitter patter of the maids and the other members of the staff trying to hastily get out of his way while simultaneously taking care of their tasks, and cleaning up the items he knocked over and broke. It would have been a fun game for mild amusement but right now it didn't help. He wanted to find Ayme and push her buttons till the two of them exploded and laughed. It was dysfunctional but it was how they worked. He was almost to where their room was when a nervous little messenger boy caught Folon's sadistic attention. He watched the boy for a moment as he lightly tapped on the emperor's door and rolled his eyes.
Folon stalked over there making sure to be quiet and unnoticed till he plucked the papers from the boy's hand and the young one shrieked. Folon just pretended to clean out his ear with a bored look on his face. When the kid finished shrieking the jester smiled showing his pointed fangs. "Boo." Folon softly said before cackling as the boy ran off like he was on fire. Oh, now that, that made him feel a bit better. Now then what had he swiped. Folon flipped through the documents and snorted. It was just political stuff, and nothing he understood or cared to. Folon balled up his hand and pounded on the door to Lyude's chambers. He didn't care if the redhead was sleeping or not.
When no answer came Folon pounded on the door harder. Still nothing. Now he was curious. Pressing his ear to the door he didn't even hear shuffling. Folon felt a grin slip on his face as he was given another chance to tease and pick on the redhead. Trying the doorknob it was unlocked. "Moron." Folon smirked as he pushed the door open softly. He stepped into the room and it wasn't till he shut the door he looked for Lyude.
Folon felt his heart skip a beat. Not out of concern but out of fear he failed the last request of Giacomo. The gold silk were a mess with splotches of red on them. There was more red leading to the bath chambers. Blood definitely. He glanced to the magnus deck on the dresser but it wasn't moved at all, not disturbed at all. Every detail was being filed away in his chaotic mind for the moment as Folon pushed open the bathroom door.
"Ugh!" Folon waved his hands furiously trying to clear the steam that was pouring out. It left a sticky and wet feeling over his blue skin that refused to leave. Folon walked in when he didn't see Lyude move or even get flustered. "Hey get up!" Folon demanded as he reached to shake Lyude. Lyude didn't' respond and Folon's red eyes caught a glimpse of the bite marks. He would tease him later for this right now Folon was grabbed a towel and hoisting Lyude out of the water. Without the water to obscure and reflect the light, all the bruises and red marks on Lyude's body were exposed.
He was starting to towel dry Lyude and he found the source of the blood. Folon's brows came together in confusion, anger and a bit of smug happiness. He knew he probably should feel guilty but he was happy to see that Lyude was hurt in a way. It meant that the 'heroes' with their happy endings might not have it all.
As he carried Lyude back out to the main room a new thought arose. How did this happen? Ayme was left to watch him, so there's no way this should have happened. How the hell had the redhead been fucked so roughly…. It had to be consensual. Who knew. The little goody-goody liked it rough. Folon smirked thinking about what fun it would be to see the redhead like that. Still he set him in a chair and started to look for a robe.
Folon heard the light moan as he plucked a robe from the closet. He slowly turned around a fangy grin on his face as Lyude looked at him in horror, and embarrassment. "Ah look, you now match your hair!" Folon smirked as Lyude flushed more and tried to cover himself but it wasn't working. "Never would have figured you for the type to like it rough." Folon stated. He frowned as he didn't get a rise out of the redhead. Licking his lips he stalked up to him, robe in hand. "I could give you a nice rough ride." Folon nearly purred dangerously. His hand had gripped the back of the chair while he leaned over Lyude.
"Get a way." Lyude growled and shoved Folon back making the jokester laugh. Was that what it looked like? Of course it was. Lyude shivered and hugged himself.
"Ahh, what once enough for you?" Folon poked but Lyude didn't lash out. He frowned as Lyude only curled in on himself tighter. "Hey! You're not making this any fun!" Folon growled but Lyude didn't respond. It was really starting to piss him off. Lyude wouldn't look at him, wouldn't react. Folon snarled and grabbed Lyude's wrist and chin. He forced the interim emperor to look at him. "What's wrong? Am I to much of a freak?!" Folon snapped. It was still a sore spot for the blue skinned male.
"... Folon no. Now let go of me and leave." Lyude stated evenly. He wasn't scared of Folon, or maybe he was and he was to tired to weighed down to care. When Folon didn't let him go Lyude sighed and dropped his gaze. "I'm too weak to stop this... Pathetic." Lyude thought, or at least he thought he had.
"What?" Folon was a bit taken back. Had he heard right? If so then…. Folon's jaw tensed and tighten. It wasn't that he felt bad for Lyude, but he was angry. Angry about what it brought up in his past, and angry that this had happened under his nose. It was an insult to him as a fighter, and a person most feared. That smug happiness was mixing with other emotions. Rape. It was disgusting and even he a crazed jokester wouldn't actually rape someone. Glancing around the empty room swiftly Folon came to a decision. He wrapped the robe around Lyude and lifted him up. "You are staying with me tonight." There was no room for objections in Folon's tone.
"What?" Lyude gasped as he was lifted up gently. This wasn't something he expected out of the jokester.
"Well it's no fun to hurt you when someone else has." Folon chuckled darkly, and Lyude blinked. It took him a few moments but he was sure like every other time Folon teased him there was something more to those words.
"Folon thank you but-" Lyude was cut off by Folon making a buzzer like sound. Lyude watched the blue man's face stunned but Folon was looking ahead of him.
"Wrong! We have to protect you. Giacomo's last words, help you guys and help the empire. And though I want this world to burn under my hand, Giacomo's orders come first." Folon said clearly and there was a tone in his voice that Lyude hadn't heard before. Folon must truly miss and respect Giacomo, and Lyude could relate to the sense of loss. With a soft sigh Lyude just relaxed and let Folon carry him. It wasn't till they entered Folon's room that Lyude had figured out where he was being taken.
Folon figured it would be the easiest place to carry out Giacomo's will after all Ayme was the room across the hall and no one had the gall to enter his room. He set Lyude down on the bed before going back to shut and lock the door. "Go ahead and go to sleep." Folon stated and he fully expected for Lyude to fight him on this.. He was going to growl and yell at Lyude but when he turned his full attention to the other he was already starting to lay down. Folon blinked confused by the action. No one, ever dropped their guard around Ayme or him. No one! But now thinking on it Lyude did lower his guard around them. He truly was foolish. "Stupid moron." Folon huffed.
Folon waited till he knew Lyude was asleep to walk over to his bed. He looked down at Lyude and felt an old feeling flicker up in him. It was a feeling that came to life every time he looked at Lyude. The young man was undeniable beautiful, and Folon had long desired to catch him and pin him down. That was why he'd watched the red haired man. He wanted to make him, his and only his. It would be easy to take everything he wanted right now, but Folon didn't. He just climbed in the bed and shut his eyes. After all he wasn't a rapist.