EH: Okay! Thank you all who reviewed the first chapter! And thank you very much for informing me that Reever doesn't like to smoke. I mixed up my Havoc and my Reever. -tear tear- Sorry about that. Anyways!
Soooo, you know that warning I gave in the beginning? Yeah. This chapter will definately reflect WHY its there. If you need to review the warning, go back to chapter one and re-read the warnings. If you are not one for non-consentual sex, I would suggest skipping this chapter...and probably entire fiction. But, anyways. Here comes the dark stuff! Enjoy! Or...at least...read.
Trapped in Silence
Chapter One
Allen stared into the darkness and felt frozen. The footfalls of boot-clad feet walking forward slowly sped his heart up until it felt like it would burst from his chest. He raised his left arm slowly in reaction. Allen was slowly able to make out a figure that was eerily close as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and the tiny sliver of moonlight. The glint of the moonlight off of the edge of a blade was the catalyst Allen needed. His innocence activated as he swung toward the intruder only to have the blade crash onto his arm and his other arm caught in the grip of the stranger. Allen was flung effortlessly onto his bed with a crash as the mattress broke down from the frame onto the floor. He attempted to yell, do something, anything. Lips crushed Allen's to his lips. The metallic sting of copper invaded his taste buds as the pain caused his lips to swell under the pressure.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he tried to fight back. He wriggled in a vain effort to break free of the harsh grip. Allen felt something rough and hard push against the inside of his thigh. His eyes flew open after he had unconsciously shut them. Black, long hair spilled into his face as recognition came crashing down upon him. Dark eyes glared down at him as the oxymoronic soft lips twisted into a devious, smirking sneer. Allen felt his whole world shift with his stomach as the acid filled organ flopped and queasiness took hold of him. He gagged on his own breath as he attempted to roll over and make sure his wind pipes would be clear in the worst case scenario. The chuckle that filled his ears made him flinch. His fingers twitched as he fought the pathetic whimper that escaped his lips. He cursed himself over and over again in his head as the grip tightened.
"K-Kanda…" Allen tried so very hard to keep his voice even and hide the fear in his tone, "W-what are you doing?"
No reply, at not audible, came from the man. Instead Allen looked up to see the most demonic looking grin he could ever even think of upon Kanda's features. Allen froze all over again as sweat dripped down into his right eye. The salt from his sweat caused his eye to sting. Kanda crushed his lips to Allen's again. This time, copper liquid came quicker and in a larger amount. Teeth clamped down upon Allen's lips, tearing into the flesh inside his mouth. Pain blurred over Allen's eyes.
"Are you scared…moyashi…?" His voice was so darkly velveteen over Allen's skin. It actually caused Allen to shiver uncontrollably.
"N-no."
"You lie terribly." Allen's body completely ceased all motion. That is, all but his eyes ceased to move. Allen's eyes widened considerably. Kanda had somehow distracted him long enough to shift both of Allen's hands into one grip. It was where Kanda's hand was that had Allen worried.
A flashback to his time with Cross came rushing back all too suddenly. Cross had been dragging a reluctant Allen behind him when they walked into a building with many women dressed prettily. Allen's eyes had wandered to a particularly odd looking woman in a very revealing outfit. To his surprise, the woman seemed very muscular and very flat in the chest compared to the others. He had looked to his master in curiosity only to find him off with another woman. Allen had rolled his eyes then turned back to find the one woman moving into a room with a man. If Cross wasn't around to tell him why a woman would bind herself so tightly, then Allen was going to find out for himself. He moved to peek into the room. He felt dirty for peeking in on the two, but curiosity was reigning supreme to the young boy. He watched as the man removed the woman's top. Allen's features had drained of any color at all as the woman's chest was instead very well defined and very much male. Allen thought he was seeing things so he had rubbed his eyes to clear them before seeing it clarified as the skirt slid down and male anatomy was produced.
Allen's eyes had officially become the size of saucers. A hand clamped down on his shoulder as he was physically drawn backwards and dragged away. Allen, too shocked to fight back, allowed the person to drag him away. A woman's voice filled his ears though her words didn't really register with him. It wasn't until he heard Cross' voice that he turned and stared at his master.
"Can't you keep your pupil under better watch?" The woman snapped at Cross.
"…Don't you have any work he could do? Dish washing? Laundry? I'm sure there's plenty of stuff around here to do…" Cross stated in a bored tone.
"I can't have a child in here. Take him and find a sitter at least before you take on some of my girls." She practically tossed Allen at Cross. Cross let Allen fall on his face while standing and grumbling.
Allen was picked up and hooked over Cross' shoulder as the smoking red head wandered out of the brothel and headed down the street. Allen finally regained his head as he hung there without complaint. Cross has taken note of this as he had slowed his pace and stopped his grumblings.
"What's wrong with you? You'd normally be frustrated by this…" Cross motioned by shifting his hand holding Allen a bit to sway the boy back and forth behind him.
"Why was a man paying for a man to bed with?"
Silence greeted the air as they stopped. Allen looked over his shoulder, or at least as best as he could. "I mean…isn't that…doesn't it not…work?"
"Remember the lesson I taught you about women's bodies?" Allen flushed crimson at that mention and nodded. Cross figured the silence was enough of an indicator, "Well. Men use OTHER holes…"
Allen frowned and stared at the ground. "Other?"
Cross rolled his eyes and took a long drag. "Nothing like explainin' gay sex to a kid in the morning…"
"It's late afternoon."
"Shut up." Cross grumbled before dropping Allen suddenly. Allen hissed in pain as his butt hit the ground roughly. "What you landed on, is where they stick it."
With that, Cross had left a very stunned and very shell-shocked Allen sitting on the pavement as he wandered off to find a bar to get a drink.
Allen shifted suddenly very uncomfortable with the fact that Kanda's hand was now on his ass and running upwards toward his crotch.
"Stop it! Stop, Kanda!" Allen moved his hips around in an effort to escape Kanda's hand.
"Why?"
"I don't want it! I don't want this! Stop it!"
Kanda moved and breathed into Allen's ear sending another wave a shivers down his spine. "You forgot the part where I don't give a damn, moyashi…"
The world spun too quickly for Allen's liking as he found himself pinned, face down to the mattress. He cried out in pain as Kanda literally ripped his pants off. The sound of tearing fabric, breaking threads, and burning of the friction as the fabric was torn across his skin made Allen's eyes fill with a new wave of tears. He whispered, begging Kanda to stop although he knew it was useless. Allen screamed in pain as his head was jerked violently backwards by a hand fisted in his hair. He felt the cold air of the room move around his pelvis freely.
"P-please…" Allen whimpered. Kanda seemed to still long enough to give Allen hope before something poked his in the rear. Something hard and very warm. His entire body chilled.
"…Hmmm," Kanda's hum sounded too close to his ears, "I'm going to say…no."
Kanda slammed himself inside Allen. Allen's eyes filled with white and red as he screamed, feeling unimaginable pain. Nothing he'd ever felt compared this pain. It was a grip on his body and his heart. He felt his heart ripping to shreds emotionally as his ass was possessed physically by Kanda. He shed his tears freely now, more concerned about the pain than his shame. Allen grabbed onto the edge of his bed and attempted to crawl away before Kanda grabbed both of his wrists and pulling him back. The jarring motion only made the pain worse. Kanda moved himself outward and Allen prayed that it was over. Much to his disappointment, Kanda slammed back into Allen. He set a violent, rough tempo inside Allen. Kanda gripped Allen's wrists behind his back with one hand while the other moved Allen's hips back and forth to his sadistic rhythm.
"K-KANDA!!" Allen cried, "I-IT HURTS! STOP!"
Kanda grunted and groaned before grinding out, "No…"
Allen couldn't even struggle. He felt so helpless and hated it. Kanda's one hand moved down his hip to his thigh as Kanda shifted for better comfort to him. As if a light switch had been flicked on, Allen's eyes widened as the pain ceased and something else filled his senses. A warm pool filled in his lower stomach region as his skin began to tingle. His eyes slowly fluttered shut and a low groan escaped his lips. As much as he fought it, it felt so wrongly good. Before he could do anything, he began to push his hips back into Kanda's thrusts. Kanda groaned and ran his hand up to Allen's crotch. Allen's mouth fell open as Kanda's hand found his newly aroused penis. Kanda rubbed his calloused hand over Allen's member before gripping it and pumping his hand over it to the same grinding rhythm he'd set with his own inside Allen. Both men began to pant and groan louder.
Allen watched as white specks filled the back of his eyelids. Just as he felt like the end was almost there, Kanda suddenly stopped and flipped Allen back over onto his back. Allen whimpered in irritation as the good feeling just suddenly stopped. Kanda before the same rhythm again from a new angle and Allen's mouth opened into a silent scream. He hadn't believed it could feel better, and here he was being proven wrong. From this new angle he could feel every throb of Kanda's penis inside his tight passage. Allen moved his own hand down to his arousal and began to frantically move his hand up and down, squeezing it trying to seek out relief. Kanda's chuckle only made Allen's member harden more in his hand. Allen glared up at Kanda in an accusatory manner. Allen's hand moved quickly as he closed his eyes and moved his hips to Kanda's. He felt Kanda's hands on his hips, guiding him in their own dance. Allen grit his teeth as he began to buck his hips up to his hand which caused a loud and long his from Kanda. Both moved faster and harder. Allen added his second had to squeeze and pump himself. He felt like he was going to explode.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Allen grunted as he panted heavily. Again white specks filled his eyes. This time, he felt everything build before it suddenly exploded throughout his abdomen. He felt his own climax literally coat his hands in a warm, sticky substance as Kanda moved a few more times.
Kanda threw his head back and allowed a long and low groan to slide from his mouth. Allen shivered from the sight and sound of Kanda like that. As soon as his orgasm began to fade, disgust and shame began to crush his heart. Allen felt guilty for allowing himself to lose control like that. He hated himself for liking what had just happened. It was so wrong. Kanda pulled free and yanked his trousers back up, readjusting his belt around his hips before hopping up and walking to the door. He looked back and snorted at Allen before grabbing mugen and leaving. Just like that, he walked out as if nothing had happened.
Allen stared after Kanda for what seemed like an eternity before he curled up into a ball and sobbed into himself. He ignored the quiet sounds of the night. He ignored the moonlight shining on his face in an ironically peaceful manner. He ignored everything but the empty ache in his chest. He eventually moved from his bed and stumbled to the bathroom before falling into the shower.
He stood in the shower, scrubbing himself raw. Allen's skin began to take on a reddish hue before he finally became too angry and frustrated by the dirt that wouldn't go away. He threw the soap and wash rag at the wall with all of the strength he could muster. He screamed in all his agitation and slid down to the floor of the shower. The grime he felt wouldn't burn off or scrub off. He stared at the floor of the shower.
"If only I hadn't…I hadn't been so stupid. So open…if only I'd attacked first. If only I'd locked the door…if only…if only…" Running out of reasons to blame himself, Allen shut his eyes and put his forehead on his knees. "If only I hadn't become an exorcist…"
EH: Okay, so I've attempted yaoi in the past, but it's never made it to fiction that I know of... But this is definitely the FIRST yaoi smut I've ever written. Or...yaoi non-con. Please be gentle when commenting. I know it's not the best, but I'm working on it. I hope this fiction is living up to its warnings! Or at least one of them so far. Hope it was decent! Please to comment and review so that I can continue to improve. Thank you again for reading!
Oh, and I've been trying a new layout per se. I normally write flashbacks with italics. I also write in thoughts, on normal occasions. But for some reason this fiction is turning out differently. So, please let me know how it's working.
Sincerely, Erika Hearken.
