Hiya! This will be my second fic in the btr fandom. I'm excited! It will be a multi-Chapter fic, so hopefully everything goes well.
This does take place within a Dysotopian society, and many of the horrid effects of that society are pretty out there and all my own. People may hate them and not see them as useful or at all realistic, but trust me, they do play a key role :)
Plus Rien is a french term (or word) that loosely translates to 'Nothing'.
And it's funny. Almost 3 months ago, I was in math, and you know, being in math, I was paying such close attention to the lesson that I started thinking of this picture of James Maslow. It was taken a few years ago, he has a black beanie on, his hair is back. I think he's wearing a backpack, a grey muscle shirt with a green buttoned shirt over top. And infront of one of his eyes is a camera. KJWASHSJkISH- I really like that picture, and I just started thinking- someone needs to make a fic of this boy being a stripper. (James Diamond, of course.) And then, being me who pays such attention in Math 12, began writing this. I don't know how the dysotopian society came into play, or how he isn't even a stripper in this fic. But that was my inspiration, that one little picture... Bare with me :p
Italics are the Character's thought. Only Kendall and James are used in this chapter.
Warnings: Obsurd ideas, language, and somewhat detailed actions, ANGST, pretty god awfully SAD (I think, anyways, especially later on), Kames
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush
2075 A.D.
The year 2035 is the year disaster struck. The outskirts of Eastern North America had been taken over by the once reigning oceans. All great cities were now underwater as if they were a true tale of Atlantis. The old country that had once been a bridge between North and South America was engulfed by the sea, only to disintegrate into nothingness, slowly turning into another thing to be taught in history books.
America was in turmoil. Resources were scarce, and violence occurring whilst searching for food was slowly becoming a normal factor for humanity. The all powerful government couldn't have that. America was a World Power. If chaos continued to ensue and the Nation lost its people, it lost its economy, therefore it's power.
That could not happen.
In an act to keep the peace between former citizens, all survivors of the great flood were moved to the inner skirts and western coast of the former North America. The Capital was placed in a city once known as Los Angeles.
New laws were quickly put in place, old laws banished.
Prostitution was illegal. At the age of 18, Women were put into 'Labour Camps', where they helped raise the percentage of the population. After they turned 19, or had 1 child, they were allowed to leave and live their own lives.
All children born in the camps were immediately put into army training, raised by the General and officers rather than their own Mothers.
All men at the age of 20 were forced to complete at least one year of service for the National Military.
Murdering, kidnapping and stealing were not to be tolerated. And anyone caught doing so would be executed.
If anyone were to disrupt and go against the current regime of the New America, death was your newest friend, and you were expected to welcome it with open arms.
In a time of danger, where war could be declared at any moment by the Western Pacific Colonies, in a time where a strong leader was needed, nothing but the thought of power and money came before the New America.
Everyone knows that a quickly and not-so-strategically placed government, who's idea of helping was by the force of threats, purges and overusing money, was disruptive.
And it did not take kindly to those who opposed it.
The national prayer could be heard outside. A chant that many of the 'proletariats' hated but were forced to shout from the streets with smiles, echoed through the decaying building.
Old posters hung upon the walls of the halls, and all over the buildings outside of the window.
Posters such as 'The western Sadists want your land! Are you going to sit back and watch them take it? Join the military today!'
'Your child could be the next brilliant mind of the war; Support the labour camps and donate now!'
"Ameliorate support for Independence!' was the most common poster, as it was created by the President himself.
Just like the President himself, the poster didn't make much sense.
Two boys were in alone in a desolate room, refusing to chant along with the prayer that was being shouted upon the disheveled roads.
Finally, once the prayer died down and every civilian returned to their own lives, did the silence break between the two boys hidden behind the closed window of their shared apartment.
"It's your own fault, Kendall." The short raven haired boy announced from the other side of the room. A small letter was placed in his hand. It seemed to so simple. Just a piece of paper, right? Of course, Logan knew better.
This letter meant either death, or... death. The only difference between the two options would be that one death would be months down the road (therefore it would be planned out) rather than the possibility of happening tomorrow... Or today (as in, the President would promptly decide that he didn't like Kendall, and would order an execution right then and there). Needless to say, Logan hoped the letter would be the first of the two, seemingly same options.
Hands placed over his face, Kendall made an exasperated sigh on the couch. "Why me?" He pouted in self pity.
"You're the one who made the speech, dude." Logan replied.
"I never asked for this!" Kendall whined while pretending to sob. He was sad, sure, but not enough to actually cry. He was more frightened than anything.
And besides, real men never cried.
"You're the one who let your emotions get the better of you." Logan smiled with teasing, sing-song voice. He had to admit, the situation was kind of funny.
"Why do I have to be leader?"
"You're the one who just had to stand up and the beat the living crap out of the guards during an execution."
"Whhyyyy me?" The blonde, who only seconds ago was slightly composed in a sitting position on the couch, was now sprawled against the carpeted floor, whining and complaining loudly. Logan had to bite his tongue.
This, Ladies and Gentleman, was the leader of the revolution... Or 'rebellion' in the eyes of the President.
A young, 19 year old boy, who was currently freaking out in a not-so-chalant way was the leader. It was this moment that said 'Leader' decided to throw a temper tantrum, and started to pound his clutched fists into the floor, bashing everything in sight and whining loudly.
That's it.
"Kendall, will you get a grip?" Logan raced to the other side of the room, using whatever muscle strength he had to tear the blonde away from the carpet.
Once Kendall was on his feet, his back was slammed into the molding wall, fingernails digging their way into his clothed shoulder.
Damn, that hurt!
"You're not going to die." The shorter boy bellowed. "You've just been invited to have lunch with the President. He is going to ask you about your plans for the rebellion, and try to come to some sort of ... compromise with you. He cannot, and will not, kill you. If he does, you'll be turned into a martyr in the eyes of the people, and then he'll have an even worse uprising on his hands. Trust me; Nothing bad is going to happen."
Kendall tried with all his might not to roll his eyes, but he was never one to not show his emotions.
'My emotions are what got me into this mess in the first place' He thought sourly.
A harsh slap forced Kendall away from his prior musings. "Ow!"
"Do NOT roll your eyes at me, mister!" Logan yelled with a pointing finger. "Now, this afternoon you're going to go have lunch with President Diamond. You're going to say how you don't agree with his laws, but make sure you don't talk too much. Say one thing wrong, say one thing that can be seen as evidence that you're disloyal to him, and you're gone, Buddy."
Like being Leader of a rebellion isn't being disloyal enough?
"Kendall, this is serious! Stop rolling your eyes at me!" Logan shouted.
"Alright, alright!"
It was this moment in time that the short Latino boy decided to walk in, holding a large bowl of bread bits.
"Hey guys, whatz goin' on?" He chirped in his usual energetic manner. Immediately placing himself onto the couch, he gave an innocent glance towards Logan and Kendall. Carlos was completely oblivious to any tension that had risen in the room previously.
Of course, his ignorance made a complete 180 when both Kendall and Logan snapped their heads and glared at him, forcing Carlos to make an 'O' shape with his lips.
"What happened?" He asked quickly.
"Kendall got a letter from President Diamond, asking to come over for lunch this afternoon." Logan said with a displeased smile. He lifted the letter into Carlos' view, before pitching it at the short Latino.
Carlos grabbed the piece of paper in mid air, ripping it open and reading it. Kendall could hear him mouthing the words that were inked skillfully on the letter.
"This isn't so bad, Kendall." Carlos said with a positive smile. "He can't exactly kill you. If he did, then all of our following would have a huge freak-out, and probably take over the President's house, and execute him themselves. Our people love you, man! They wouldn't allow something to happen to you and not do something themselves. I've heard that President Diamond is a smart dude. If I can figure that out, I'm pretty sure he has as well." He said obviously pleased with himself. His usual proud emotions were plastered onto his overly positive and child-like face.
Kendall's mouth almost dropped in shock... Since when was the Latino so insightful?
"And maybe if you're lucky, the rumours will be true, and he'll allow you to meet his 'trophy'." Carlos seductively wiggled his eyebrows as he said this, with chewed, saliva filled bread chunks falling out of his mouth as he spoke.
... That sounded and looked more like the Carlos he knew.
It was a known fact that President Diamond had two children. The eldest, Jett, was in-training to take over his Father's position as President, whenever the elder Diamond passed away.
The other, the youngest Diamond, was kept a secret. The child had never been outside of the Diamond Mansion since they moved in all those years ago. 'It' had never been seen by the public viewing. Rumour had it that the kid was beautiful. Nearing its 19th birthday, it was said that it had eyes that could melt the hardest of men to his very core. Brunette locks, as soft as rabbit's fur. A body and voice like that of a Grecian statue, one that men could only dream of having under them, singing soft moans of pleasure.
Of course, these were all rumours. Saying that they were an over exaggeration was an understatement, Kendall knew that. But, either way, the kid was said to be gorgeous, and Kendall may actually have the chance to meet 'It'.
The youngest Diamond child had to be referred to as an it- while it was most likely to be a girl for it's rumoured 'beauty', there was always that chance that it could be a boy... That was a particular scary thought.
Seriously, a boy being pretty? In this day and age?
Pfft.
It was this child that was seen as President's Diamond most valuable possession.
His trophy.
When the President was trying to make arrangements with a reluctant nation, in order to create an alliance for resources and secretly gain more control, he would force the child sleep to with the Leader of said nation. Somehow, whatever the child did and said in bed always made the reluctance disappear. The nation would sign the bottom of a contract, saying they were now in an alliance with the New America.
The child was forced to use its body to create alliances for power, and it made Kendall sick.
There was no doubt in his mind that Kendall would be meeting the youngest Diamond for that very reason.
"Ya, his 'Trophy'." Kendall scoffed incredulously. "I'll be so lucky if President Diamond allows me to fuck his own kid."
"Well, at least that got your mind off of potentially being killed!" Carlos said with a large grin, grabbing another handful of bread bits and stuffing them into his mouth.
Logan slapped his hand into his forehead. Kendall just sullenly sank back to the floor in defeat.
"Whhhhhyy me!"
Carlos and Logan glanced at each other before looking down at the thrashing blond boy. "It's your own fault, dude."
Many acres away in the Diamond Mansion...
"So, I have big news. Kendall Knight is coming this afternoon for a visit!"
The elder Diamond slapped his hands together excitedly at the end of the table. He was ecstatic as he chirped away, subconsciously warning his youngest son about the next 'meeting' he would be having.
"The rebels are gaining way too much control. My main strategist has informed me that if the civilians get any more power, there is a higher percentage of being over thrown.. That. Can. Not. Happen."
President Diamond tossed a sickenly sweet smile at his the young brunet boy.
"I'm counting on you to turn this guy's thoughts around. Get him to see things in our light. All the power. All the money he could have... You." He said the last with word with a provocative lick to his lips before continuing. "It'll be too much to refuse. He can have everything he ever wanted. Once he sees all of luxuries he can possess, he'll end this silly little rebellion. It's a lost cause, anyways. Our army is much too strong, especially against the weak and starving proletariats."
President Diamond leaned forward in his satin chair. He reached up and grabbed a steaming cup of Herbal Tea, along with a gourmet buttermilk cupcake and two large sugar cookies, before sitting back in his comfortable seat.
Everything was laid out on the mahogany table for the big event. Every type of baking imaginable had been made by the top chefs of the New America. The mixture of cookies and muffins, freshly baked from the ovens along with the garlic cheese bread made James' stomach growl in desperation.
The warmth in the air just made his belly churn.
He hadn't eaten for the past two days, and all this glorious food in front of him was haunting. It was daring him to eat it.
Of course, he knew the consequences if he decided to fall for the temptations.
A whipping was not something he was looking forward to... or a particular punishment that was worse. Much worse.
18 year old James Diamond shuddered in his seat, placed on the opposite end of the table alongside his older brother, Jett. Jett was the next in line to become President (if everything went well with this oh-so-great- Leader of the rebellion... and if his father wasn't overthrown from Government due to angry citizens.)
Jett sneered at the younger boy, grabbing a plate full of turkey slices, cranberry sauce and potatoes. He smiled happily when he heard James' stomach growl in pain when he 'accidently' shoved the plate of food in front of the brunets face, forcing the smells to waft into the younger boy's nostrils.
"Hungry, Princess?" He whispered evilly. "It's too bad that you can't have any of this food. Well, you could, but... I don't think that this Knight boy would appreciate us giving him a fat-ass to fuck." With that, Jett ripped a piece of the turkey with his teeth, gulping it down his throat without even chewing it. James doubted he even had the chance to taste it.
Bastard.
That's what older brothers are for, right? Torture? Ya, torture seemed right, and it sucked, big time.
James remained quiet. He had too. If he spoke, well... Not so nice thoughts would be said. Sarcastic thoughts. Thoughts such as 'You fucking prick, give me some your damn turkey before I kick you so hard in the you-know-where that'll you never be able to conceive." would be said. Those types of things could not be spoken for obvious reasons.
Especially on days when James was expected to pleasure his Father's guests or 'new alliances'.
Last time he did that, his Father chopped off an inch of his hair and took away his lucky comb. It was a week before James got his lucky comb back, and a full month before his hair even looked almost near to close to almost being halfway presentable.
That was the infamous month known by James as 'The month of the longest antagonizing torture from hell in the history of antagonizing tortures... from hell.' Cutting his hair was worse than a whipping.
Do you know how hard it is to walk down the corridors, knowing that that one piece of hair just wasn't in place, because it was shorter than the rest? No? Well good! Because it sucks, and it's torture, and James never wants to go through that again. Oh no, sir!
His hair was much too awesome to be cut! ... Again!
"So, I'm expecting you know what to do when this 'Kendall Knight, Leader of the Great Rebellion' arrives."
James' head turned to look at his Father as he spoke- something respectful that was beaten into his brain at a young age. He pushed his back up against the seat, lifting his shoulders just a little bit more as to look stoic and strong.
"Of course, Father. I know exactly what to do." He replied with a smirk. James turned to the Butler, who stood without expression near the doorway. Time to put Plan 1 'Seduce-Kendall-Knight' into action. "Brad, meet me the Servant's quarters, Resting Room 5 in the eastern corridor in half an hour." With that, James rose from his seat and left the room, ignoring the wink from his father. He had to get himself ready to execute the plan properly.
The boy gave a small grimace when he entered his own chamber, the trembling and sick feeling didn't disappear as he started to unbutton his own, expensive shirt.
The thoughts 'I'm going to rip the kid's testicles off if he gets them anywhere near my face, and yours, Father, will be next if you make me go through this again' appeared in the boys head, following him around the mansion as he began to set his plan into action. Yet, just as always, he pushed the thoughts aside, in fear of angering the man he called his Father.
Taking a large breath of fresh air, Kendall fought the courage to walk up the long, gravelled driveway towards the elephant of a mansion in the distance.
Even from where Kendall was, he could tell it was extravagant.
It was the largest building he had ever seen, and it held a heavenly type glow, with it being pure white and all. The 'mansion' (more like skyscraper, Kendall thought quickly) was rimmed with balconies and a patio porch. The front of the house was aligned with grand stone pillars. The house itself could easily hold a village of people, let alone one three-membered family and some house staff.
The mansion was shaded over by the luscious greens of the overgrown trees. It's back fell right up against the tall mountain side. The blue sky, barren of any clouds that day, painted a portrait that any artist would only dream of painting.
Of course, Kendall was no artist. All the saw was overbearing treetops looking down on him, judging him.
When he arrived at the mahogany front doors, that feeling only increased.
He was sooo being stared down and judged right now.
Weakling. You can't do this, you pathetic little wimp! I mean, Logan has more muscle than you, dude. Logan!
Taking another gulp of air, Kendall pushed the doorbell, awaiting the bell to toll through the ancient house.
None came, but a few seconds passed and the doors opened swiftly and silently on their own.
"... Well, that's cool." Kendall stated aloud. He took a fateful step into the building, breathing in the warm scent.
God, it smelled just like a bakery. Kendall was surprised though. Where was everybody? The entire front lounge was empty. There was a large set of extravegent steps at the end of the lounge. There was an abundance of hallways.
The room was filled with Victorian styled red furniture, surrounding an open, yet not lit, fireplace.
They all sat upon a structured marble floor. The chandelier above was not illuminated, forcing a nightmarish scenary to enter Kendall's mind.
There's going to be an axe wielding maniac waiting to kill me in here, isn't there?
Shaking the horrifying thoughts away, Kendall returned to the subject at hand. Where was everyone? He was a guest of honour. Shouldn't the Diamond family, members and staff be waiting outside, bowing to him as to make a good impression?
... Oh shit. They weren't expecting Kendall to do that, were they? Because there was no way in hell he was bowing down to the President. No way, buddy. No siree!
He was the leader of the rebellion, after all.
Kendall had decided to take the large flight of stairs, and had found himself in front of a sign with a blue arrow. He followed its path, which promptly led him to another arrow telling him to follow it's 'pointed-to' hallway.
That was 20 minutes ago, and the blond was growing increasingly frustrated.
Following the maze of painted arrows on signs, telling him to 'GO THIS WAY!', Kendall made his way through the mansion. He soon realized that he was completely alone.
Within the first 10 minutes of being inside the mansion, he saw two servants and one butler. The butler had turned the corner and ran right into Kendall, hurtling them both to the ground. The butler had shot up immediately, offering an apology before speeding down the hallway away from Kendall.
Kendall had tried to talk to the other workers for directions, but they kept their mouths shut, tensing when he closed in on them.
'House staff is not allowed to talk to authorities' Kendall observed in silence. That could be useful... Maybe.
Their black and white outfits were completely out of fashion, reminiscing those to English servants that the Kings and Queens had in the 1800's. Long black skirts, white aprons, white gloves, and an embroidered, laced cap. The butler's outfit was not much different, other than him being in long black pants sans an apron, rather than the overly lengthy skirt.
Kendall was surprised to see no top hat on top of the young man's head.
Kendall soon found himself alone, having to solve the puzzle of following random arrows. He thought he was doing well, until he found himself at a two way stop. One direction turned off to the right, while the other just sent him down the hall about 20 feet, ending at a mysterious doorway. There were no arrows telling him which way to go.
Did he mess up somewhere? Thinking about his path quickly, Kendall shook his head. Of course not!
Taking his gut instinct, the tall blond followed the path down the hall, rather than turning right, therefore Kendall found himself being greeted by the scarily, large door.
This had to be it. It was intimidating enough.
He reached out and grabbed the pure gold handle, turning it slowly.
Hearing the door unlock, he slowly started to glide it open.
"Hello?" Kendall asked in an inaudible tone through the creak. An immediate gasp, followed by a moan made Kendall stop in his tracks.
What the-
Another noise, a groan this time and a whisper from the room, made its way to Kendall's ears.
Absolutely confused, Kendall peered through the crack in the door.
Clothes, that Kendall noticed was the same as the house's staff, were strewn across the floor.
In front of him, on the silk covered chair were two men. Well, the butler who ran into him and an unknown boy, to be exact.
A beautiful unknown boy.
Kendall could see the sweat that glistened their moving bodies. The butler sat comfortably on the chair, while the unknown straddled his hips. His tanned back arched in pleasure, as the butler's hand made its way from the small of his back, down to crack of his ass. He began massing the cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart, letting Kendall see a better view of the beauty's puckered entrance.
The butlers finger teased the tanned boy a bit, prodding and slowly circling the hole with dry fingers. But his teasing was cut short when, without warning, he reached his hand forward, two fingers diving straight into the boy without any lubricant.
The boy gasped loudly in obvious pain. He tried to hide it with a groan of pleasure at the intrusion. The blond voyeur didn't fall for his quick lie, however.
Kendall felt that familiar warmth in his lower half. He tried to ignore the needing sensation, but when he saw the boy begin to push himself back and forth against the fingers, Kendall almost lost it.
He knew that the bulge was evident to anyone if they saw him. Glancing backwards into the frighteningly scarce hallway, Kendall let out a sigh in relief. He was still completely alone, so he returned to the scene before him.
The unknown turned his body slightly in Kendall's direction, noticing the small light coming from the crack in the door.
Kendall could see the brunet locks plastered against his forehead from sweat. His eyes were closed and twitching from the sensations. His hands were clenched into tight fists, grasping the butler's hair harshly.
And Kendall couldn't help but notice the perfect 'O' the boy's thin, pink lips made as he moaned.
Loudly.
Finally after a few minutes of continuous growls, thrusts and moans, the non-conversing silence was broken.
"... A-are you here to see President Diamond?" The boy gasped haughtily. He was glancing at Kendall through half lidded eyes. His long, blackened eye lashes forcing themselves to stay open, rather than fall against the shade of pink on his cheeks.
Kendall could not find his voice. He tried to look away, but the gaze from the boy was too strong. He couldn't bring himself to break eye contact.
Those hazel eyes were too intriguing.
What was going? Kendall had no idea, he usually had more control than this. Even to the point of saying no to a naked girl, who was almost practically riding him with clothes on after a long, drunken night.
Why couldn't he say no and look away now?
The boy gasped once again, arching his back as the butler shoved more fingers inside his body.
"If y-you're looking f-for~ah! Oh yah, right there- President Diamond. He's just down th-the hall, to your left. Mmmph." The trembling brunet blurted out.
Kendall began to nod his head, closing to the door.
"W~wait!"
Kendall stopped in his tracks again at the lust filled voice.
What was it about this kid that wouldn't let Kendall get away?
"Don't tell President Diamond. Pl-please. You know the consequences of these actions." He whispered pleadingly. Kendall nodded, giving the boy a silent promise not to say anything.
He slammed the door shut and took off down the hall, promptly trying to hide the bulge inside his pants, while trying to forget the tanned beauty. The trembling body. The same trembling body that was covered with a gorgeous, sweaty sheen. The brunet locks that fell perfectly against his forehead and neck.
The toned abs and arms that contracted at each touch. The dimpled area that thrust- Okay stop!
Kendall slammed his fist into the walls, a large echo filling the darkened hallway.
He was here to do business. Not fuck anyone... especially not the Diamond kid, if that option popped up.
... Shit. If Kendall couldn't resist a simple Diamond staff member, how was he going to survive the Diamond kid?
He was fucked.
Literally.
CHAPPTER 1 DONE
So, is it alright? Bearable? God awful? Haha
I'm not sure if I should have written the detailed scene, but I wrote that particular scene ~2 months ago, and I really don't feel like changing it. Will delete my account for this? (I've been hearing things) I think that's as detailed as it'll ever get. At first, it's more about the minor smut, but as soon as the storyline begins to develop that area sort of goes away and focuses more on the revolution.
Hopefully it makes sense? The year is 2075, Capitol is in L.A, 'Proletariat's are the Poor, High-Borns are the rich, New America includes Canada and parts of Mexico. (sorry mexico, I put you partially underwater... I'm sorry. I truly am! :'()
Oh! Western Pacific Colonies = All of Asia, and Australia and New Zealand as well.
That's all I think? If you are confused beyond belief, you can ask me questions. I might not be able to answer them all at first, as they might be presented in the future, but I'll try.
Potential read and review? :) Please no flames :)