Torture

Warning: kinda lemon-ish?

Elsword: RS, Raven: VC

Elsword pulled the bandage around his arm tighter until it cut off the blood flow in his hand. It hurt. But not as much as the wound originally did, the wound that had been caused by Raven's nasod arm slashing down into his skin.

The red-haired sighed and leaned forward. This was the first time in weeks he had the time and strength to treat his wounds.

Normally, Raven would come to him a few hours later and the ordeal would continue until he lost consciousness again, on and on, just like that, for days and nights.

He never asked the black-haired what the cause for his sudden aggression was. To be honest, he had never thought about it until now. The question had run through his mind every so often during the beatings, but he'd never given it much thought. Almost unbelievable, he'd just accepted it and didn't even complain.

That was actually a bigger question. Why didn't he tell Chung or Elesis or whoever? Why didn't he run away? Why didn't he use his own weapons when the black-haired started to break his bones and skin?

He fell backwards on his bed, losing his breath for a moment because a wound on his back broke open. With an annoyed sigh, he lifted himself up and headed to the bathroom.

While he pulled off his shirt, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible.

Bruises and cuts everywhere, one especially large one on his hipbone. That would leave a scar, definitely, just like some others, too. His wrist was still pounding with pain, it was probably twisted in some way or even broken.

He splashed some water in his face to keep his eyes from falling close and tried to reach the scratch on his lower back that bled now again.

Was he conscious enough to stand for some minutes on his own? Probably... he took the rare opportunity and stepped into the shower, letting hot water rush down his body and feeling his usually spiky hair get damp and stick to his body.

He let out a low breath. It felt surprisingly good, almost like all of the pain would be washed off his body and mind. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, but they shot open again when he almost slipped because his knees were giving up.

Seemed like he wasn't going to enjoy this shower any longer. He shivered when his skin was exposed to the cold again and wrapped a towel around his wet body.

When had this whole mess started? He barely knew anymore. All he remembered was that he'd suddenly woken up, bruised and feeling weak and Raven was hovering over his face, telling him that he had to "learn a lesson" and left.

And that was how it had started. Nothing more. Just a so-called lesson and Raven beating him up and himself not resisting for some reason.

That was it. While he was getting dressed and trying not to pass out on the spot, he asked himself countless questions, but the final conclusion was always that he... that it was his fault. If he would react, Raven would stop. Probably.

But he didn't have the guts to.

Nothing more and nothing less and he started to fear that this whole thing was going to actually kill him sooner or later because Raven only stopped when he fainted, and how would he tell the difference of being unconscious or dead?

It was nothing he was looking forward to, but he decided to finally speak to Raven about this whole thing tomorrow.

That is, if Raven wouldn't get in now and hit him again.

He was so deep in thought about their relationship that he didn't notice the door handle turning around and a well-known person stepping into his room.

He only tensed up when a stern voice spoke to him, the first time he'd heard that voice in days.

"Hey, Elsword."

He wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer Raven, so he stayed quiet until the black-haired had made his way through the room and was standing right in front of him.

Without another word, he felt strong hands at his shoulders and winced slightly because they were gripping exactly on a large bruise at his collarbone.

The next thing he knew was that Raven was hovering over his face and he'd been thrown onto the bed. It was actually not bad in comparison to what Raven would usually do, but he was worried about the black-haired. He definitely had something in mind right now.

But to be honest, he wasn't really bothered. He wasn't even scared anymore. He felt just... empty.

Empty because he had no idea what Raven thought at this moment.

He had absolutely no idea what this was all about, and that was new. Usually, he could see through Raven like through glass, he'd always known what the black-haired was thinking and could predict his actions. It made them flawless partners in battles, but also great friends. But now... he couldn't sense even the slightest indication of the other's intentions. He would have to simply wait or react now.

The latter seemed better right now, because the position they were in... he didn't particularly like it. It was kind of embarrassing, and it made him feel weak. Not like that would be something new by now, but it was another kind of weak. It was a feeling that he'd never felt before, someone being so dominant over him and especially a friend. Well, former friend. Were they still friends? He had no idea. Probably not.

For some reason, that thought made him sad.

His thoughts stopped spinning when Raven finally made a move. Well, it wasn't exactly a move, it was more like a sign to what he would be trying next. And what that move was – Elsword didn't like it one bit.

Raven moved his hand under Elsword's shirt.

And along with this motion, he heard him say something. Something that made his eyes widen and his cheeks heat up, but filled him with fear at the same time.

"I found another torture method for you..."

He had the feeling that his brain wasn't working at all right now. All he knew was that he was scared, scared and kind of angry. Why he was scared – well, that was obvious. Why he was angry … maybe because no matter how hard his mind raged against him, no matter how often he told himself that he had to get up or slap Raven or kick him or at least say something, his body didn't react. It was like his physical form was completely giving in and accepting the black-haired's actions. It terrified him, because he'd never been the kind of person who gave up easily, and, on top of that, this was Raven.

The guy that had beaten him up for the last three months, the guy he'd fought so many times and never won – it was true. They'd probably battled a thousand times, yet it would always end in Elsword being tired and panting on the ground and Raven walking away wordlessly, maybe because he didn't know what to say after he'd won against his friend and fighting partner.

And now, this felt like another battle, a battle his mind was more than willing to take, but his body wouldn't obey. His legs wouldn't move, even his mouth was resisting.

And then, it started.

He felt the palm of the black-haired's hand under his shirt, moving up his chest, eventually pulling the piece of fabric off his body. He saw it being tossed into the corner of his room and felt a cool breeze of air on his bare chest.

He had no idea what that meant. He wanted to scream up at Raven, wanted to ask what he was up to, wanted to break this heavy silence between them.

It was like Raven could read his thoughts. His amber eyes found Elsword's own, and they locked, and didn't move from there on. They looked into each other's eyes the whole time, Elsword felt like Raven could tell what he was thinking. And eventually, he answered Elsword's unspoken question.

"The biggest torture for a human is to take his dignity, right?"

The red-haired completely lost it there. Was Raven... going to do... what he thought he would do now? He really hoped that he was wrong and that his mind was just misinterpreting things. But it seemed like he was right, after all, when Raven's strong fingers locked with his waistband, slowly pulling it down a little bit, exposing his hipbones.

He bit his lip, trying not to scream now, because he was afraid it would be just a squeak coming out of his dry throat.

Raven, on the other hand, didn't say or do anything else. He was like in his own little world now, all focusing on Elsword's... ahem, pants.

There was another tug at his waistband and soon his clothes flew off, and he was left completely naked. It was scary, it was embarrassing, it made him feel weak and terribly uneasy. He tried to control his breathing to stay in control of his own thoughts, but he failed terribly. Raven hadn't really done anything besides taking his clothes off, but in the matter of a few minutes, Elsword was a panting, blushing, squirming mess. He told himself he needed to stop, or Raven would go even further. Where that "further" was, he didn't want to imagine it.

They still kept eye contact, and maybe that was the worst thing of all. Raven broke it as soon as the red-haired squeezed his crimson orbs shut, creating a wall between his scared and yet excited self.

While he wasn't looking and floating around in darkness, he could feel the other's gaze wandering all over him. It was like a ray of sunlight that touched his skin, he didn't see it, but it made his body heat up where it just lay.

Raven was still doing nothing. Only pinning his wrists down so that he couldn't run away, but the red-haired strongly doubted he would have strength to do this now. In fact, he doubted that his mind would even register the possibility of getting away and he would just stay here like that, even if Raven decided to disappear.

Speaking of disappear. He felt the black-haired's fingers loosen up around his wrists, the slight pain vanishing there and he slowly broke open one eyelid, barely seeing the other.

Was he walking away? No. He had just let go of his hands, but that was enough. Now he would get up and find some kind of clothing somewhere and then disappear and never come back to Raven.

Ouch. Something tugged at his chest, a stinging, numbing pain. It wasn't that strong, but it overtook his whole body.

His mind gave the signal to stand up, and he mentally sighed when his body still didn't react. That couldn't be! He should get up and run away, right now. Yet, it was like his body knew better and was being stubborn for some reason.

He unintentionally locked eyes with Raven again. God, those eyes would kill him someday, straightforward piercing into his mind and soul.

He felt that gaze wander over him again, scanning every centimeter of his body, excluding nothing. Nothing.

Blood was running wild in his body, flooding his very being, making the wounds throb in pain and then concentrated on two places.

His cheeks, and... oh god, he wanted to die. Why. Why. Why now, why here, why this? Questioning himself didn't help, and slapping himself mentally also had no effect.

But he knew what made it worse. Raven, intensely staring down. Like his eyes were burning his skin and making him squirm and shudder.

A little drop of salty water was running down his cheek, but it didn't help him cool down one bit. Instead, the heat spread even to his eyes, the view in front of him was blurring and his mind, too.

It was so hazy, he didn't even know what was happening, why Raven didn't react, why he didn't react, why they just stared at each other, said nothing and he was slowly losing it.

Raven stood up and left, but his body was still paralyzed, like he was petrified. His skin still felt hot like fire, everywhere, and he didn't even bother pulling the blanket above him.

He was suddenly very tired... his eyes fluttered close and tears were still wetting the pillow when he sunk into a squirming, unstable slumber with questionable dreams.

Raven had really broken him this time.