Dirty Puppet Strings

Fandom: Blazblue

Rated: M

Warnings: violence, slightly graphic description of rape, mind fuck

Genre: Angst, Hurt/(no comfort)

Author's Notes:

Hello everyone. I bring you another Blazblue fic. If anything, this fic is demented, sick, and twisted. I've always imagined Relius as the type to get what he wants when he sees a chance. This fic is sort of...an execution of the idea. I can't say that I like writing rape fics, as rape is justified by nothing but wanting to feel power and scarring the victim. Its never been one of the most favorable to write. Usually I'd throw in 'This is also kinda written for self-indulgence' but I can justly say that this is not. It was a request, and I never deny requests. Of course, a rape mention will be in the summary. It should be, since at this point in time I haven't written one.

I don't want to trigger anyone, so I will take as many precautions as possible.

Aside from that, I'm pretty sure that you know who the scapegoat for this fic will be. Yes, its Ragna. Considering he's the easiest to write, and I may or may not have been considering using him from the start, its time to give to protag some more mind fuckery. Its horrid, I know. He doesn't deserve it. But I've chosen him already, so there's no going back. I presume that Relius may throw in some jabs about his...history? You know, stuff about the lab. Well, you'll see more in the actual fic.

I hope this is descriptive enough, considering this is how I write. Descriptiveness is key. It gives way to a million pictures with only a few thousand words.

With that all out of the way, let's begin, shall we? I've been holding you up with an author's note for a bit too long, haven't I?

Relius let out a huff of annoyance, Ignis floating silently behind him. He had hoped that this test would bring forth some sort of data, but alas, he was fighting against someone much weaker than himself.

The red clad criminal struggled to his feet, stumbling slightly as he stood up straight. His shoulders shook, chest heaving, legs wobbly. Wiping the blood from the side of his mouth, he swung his sword in his hand, readying another attack. Of course, Relius saw through it easily, Ignis already coming out to deflect the blow. The force pushed Ragna back, sending him crashing to the ground within seconds. Losing grip of his sword, it flung to the side.

"Honestly...Ragna the Bloodedge, I expected much more from an SS class criminal such as yourself. I suppose you truly were a failure after all."

"S-Shut...up...!" he growled, coughing up blood on the ground. A hoarse cry escaped his throat as Relius stepped on his back.

"But perhaps you have another purpose you can fill. At least much better than the one are you trying to fill now." he said, waving his hand to make Ignis disappear. "Ignis was never good enough. And she gave me two things in my life that I didn't need." he said as he faintly though about Carl and Ada. Baggage, that's all they were.

"I'll...I'll kill you!" he yelled, grunting as Relius kicked him away, making him land on his stomach, hard.

"Perhaps. But definitely not right now." he muttered, looming over Ragna's battered figure. A figure that he had been dying to destroy ever since he had laid eyes on him. It was time to partake in what he had been waiting for.

Ragna, with a vague grasp of the situation, tried to move. In a desperate scramble, he tried to crawl away. Death was knocking and he was definitely not going to answer the door. However, Relius was not going to let him elude his grasp anymore.

A firm hand pushed his head down to the ground, stopping him from him moving.

"In all honesty, I think it'd be more beneficial to you if you didn't move. It'll be more painful if you keep struggling." Relius said flatly, body closely pressed against Ragna's back. He moved his hand to the front of his pants, messing with the complicated belts.

Finally unsnapping them, his hands trailed to the waist of his hakama, fingers hooking inside the pants.

He chuckles to himself as Ragna's body freezes, a rigidity that could only be explained by a situation such as this one. He finds sick pleasure in the way Ragna struggles even more now, in attempt to get away, to snake his way out of Relius' grip and never look back.

It won't work this time, Relius can guarantee.

He undoes his own pants quickly, almost anxiously, as his eyes drink in the glorious view that is in front of him. Pulling down Ragna's pants, he pushes in roughly, relishing in the suffocatingly tight hole.

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His mind is screaming in earnest, he has to get away, has to get away, has to get away. But nothing is working and now he knows there's no escape. He feels Relius press against him hotly, the man's breath is warm on his neck, yet manages to rip visible shivers through his body violently. His hands are grasping at everything, anything, because he knows that if he can't escape now he never will. Hands come around to the front of his pants, undoing complicated buckles.

His throat feels tight, like its closing in, and he can't breathe. His body is locked in place, limbs freezing up as his pants are tugged down, exposing parts of him that someone like Relius is never supposed to see. The words 'Help me' chant over in his mind endlessly as he feels he pushing in, and everything flashes black as he lets out a horrified scream, as Relius is literally tearing him apart.

His red and green eyes are fully blown wide with shock as he feels a sharp pain rip through him like none other before. Everything has been blocked out but the sound of Relius' breath on him, occasional grunts of pleasure or sick satisfaction he doesn't know because he really doesn't have the time to differentiate. He tries to scream again when a gloved hand comes over his mouth, fingers covered in polyester, shoving their way through.

Immediately he bit down, canines digging into clothed flesh. Relius doesn't stop, in fact he thrusts against him harder, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

"Now you can scream all you want. Please try not to further disturb me. Its inconvenient." he said. And he is screaming, he's screaming so loud that its as if Relius didn't cover his mouth. A particularly strong thrust makes him topple forward. But Relius doesn't stop. He isn't going to any time soon.

He slows down, and Ragna so badly wants to assume that he's done and that he'll just leave him alone. Luck was never really his friend, and its confirmed again as he feels a hand pulling away his jacket. His arms are now behind his back, his red jacket keeping them there for good. The only thing keeping him up were his knees, which were now ready to give out.

No. He wasn't going to give in, he was going to last until the very end. Relius didn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing him like this, and he definitely wasn't going to get anything more. Relius was now undoing his shirt, zipping open the black training jacket he wore. His fingers felt up, tips delicately running over the black marking right above his chest.

"I must say...for a failure, you were my favorite, no. 5." the cold words whispered so softly in his ear. Relius continues to thrust again, but by now, Ragna doesn't feel anything. His body is trembling as Relius slams hard, and harder, and harder, again and again and again and again and again.

A muffled sob leaves his throat, permeates in his mouth, and vibrates against the now saliva covered glove. And another. And another and another and another and another and another until he's full on crying, fresh, hot tears rolling down his face like burning metal, so hot that it hurts to let them leave his eyes. His face is most definitely flaring crimson, as the pain has dissipated quite a long time ago, and what he's feeling is something he doesn't want to be feeling, something he doesn't need to be feeling because he'd rather the pain much, much more than this.

"Hm? Ragna the-no...no.5, reduced to nothing but a whimpering mass of heightened nerves. I thought I'd never see the day." but Ragna doesn't hear him. He's not hearing anything but his own miserable sobs and moans as he desperately tries to shove them back down his own throat through sheer will because he doesn't want to hear himself.

" S-Shut...up...!" he can barely manage to say, his voice cracked and non-existent from all the screaming he's done. "A-Ahhhh..." he mentally curses as a soft moan leaves his throat, continued by more. Maybe he finally is done.

He pulls out sharply right after that thought, but this time, Ragna doesn't even have the energy to acknowledge it. A dirty glove runs through his hair, fingers tightly gripping soft, spiky, white locks. Before he knows it something thick and hard is being shoved down his throat, his mouth can't even fucking go around it properly; he gives no response to it. Or anything for that matter. Not the pounding in his head, not the pain coming from his battle injuries, not the pain from his rear which is most definitely torn and definitely not the black edging into the sides of his already bad vision; his eyes are trying to close as much as possible but they just won't, the green and red irises opaque yet almost transparent, as if he's not present.

He feels the Azure trying to stitch up his wounds, but at this point, does it even matter? For once, in all the hardships he's faced, he feels like now is the time to die. He's suffered enough damn it. This will only be added to the list of things that are giving him nightmares.

Relius is now thrusting into his mouth with fervor, violently pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out. Its had to have been a good few hours. Does anyone even know where he is?

Does anyone even care?

His attention is diverted when he hears Relius panting, probably about to climax. And he does, with a grunt, clenching his teeth. Some cum slides down his throat thickly, and then he pulls out. His eyes are shut, but he knows he's not done when sticky warmth splatters his face almost mockingly, as if saying 'Did you think I was finished?'. He hears Relius fixing himself, but doesn't budge.

He really wants to die right now. For real. It'd be nice if Nu could show up and rip his spine out of his back right about now. But then, he contemplates, what would people think if he were found like this? What would they say about him? SS class criminal defeated by a thick rod that he couldn't take?

And he's moving to his feet. His knees are probably bleeding from how long he's been kneeling, and he can barely stand up. His signature red jacket falls to the ground silently. As he stands, a sharp pain stabs in his lower back, but he doesn't care. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

He retrieves his sword, pulls up his pants, and puts on his jacket as if he wasn't just thoroughly violated. Fixing his belts, he slowly slides his sword between them. He has to be strong. For himself, for Saya, for everyone. He's walking away for himself, for Saya, for everyone. He'll truly cry when its over.

"Remember, no.5." Relius calls after him as he's walking; he doesn't stop either. "You belong to me." and he's running and running and running aimlessly, to where he doesn't know. He refuses to look back, he won't look back, he won't look back, he won't look back. A humorless chuckle follows after him, keeps following.

It always has. And it always is.

Author's Notes:

Surprise everyone. This is going to be a multi-chapter. And we already know what the ship evolves into. Kags and Rags. As usual. Its becoming a running theme on this account, so get used to it, okay?

Keeping things short, I hope I was descriptive enough. And I hope you take interest, okay?

Looking forward to writing the next chapter.