A/N: This chapter contains rape, torture and gore.

Pain. That was the only feeling he had when he woke up. His body was trembling from the amount still engrossed in him. His back still burnt and was sore from the whipping and the fire. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned from the headache he was gaining. He didn't bother to move. The chains were the only thing keeping his body a lift. His throat was sore from screaming and dry from the lack of hydration.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw the bone of his wing sticking out. He couldn't believe that his wings had been burned off. He felt the familiar sting of agony when he saw Pit's wings in this same state. It was the second time that monster had been the cause of scorched feathers. He felt empty, incomplete, worse now than ever. He honestly couldn't tell which feeling was worse. This emptiness for the loss of his wings or the anguish knowing this was all to make Pit suffer.

The dungeon door creaked open. The sound of footsteps echoed around him. He slowly lifted his head and glared deadly daggers at the creature controlling Pit. Chaos Pit smirked as he strolled in.

"I thought you'd never wake-up. You've been asleep for two days."

Dark Pit said nothing.

"I wouldn't normally do this to my victims but I do need you alive to continue your torment."

Chaos Pit set down a tray of stale looking food and a bucket down in the floor. He turned around and shut the door, locking it behind him. He walked into the shadows and began fiddling with something that sounded like chains. Within a moment of hearing it, the chains holding him up fell dragging Pittoo down with it.

"I'll give you some time to relieve yourself and eat." He said then turned and left the room.

Pittoo stared after the other. He didn't move until he knew for sure that Chaos Pit had left. He glanced down at his injuries then back at the tray and bucket. He glowered at it then towards the door. The Chaos Kin would make him walk towards the food while he was severely injured. He slowly stood up, wincing and hissing as he did then made his way over to the bucket to relieve himself. When he was finished he glanced down and saw his feet and wrists were bleeding again. His back was still burning like the flame never left and collapsed back onto the ground. He hated this. He hated how weak he felt. He glanced over at the cup of water on the tray. He slowly reached over for it and tried to grasp it. He bit his lips as he gripped it. The nails in his wrists were piercing deeper inside. He ignored it the best he could and bought the cup to his mouth and slowly drank the cold water. When he finished it, he let the cup drop before he made his way against the wall and shut his eyes.

Chaos Pit was in his torture chamber, overlooking each deadly device. He moved Pit's hand gracefully over each machine like it was something sacred.

"Which one to use next?" He pondered aloud. "What do you think little bird?"

None. Just leave Pittoo alone.

"I don't think so. I need something that will really him scream-"A thought crossed the monster's mind. "-or better yet I need to take something from him, or better yet from you."

What can you take from me that's from Pittoo?

A twisted grin spread across his face. "Watch and you'll find out."

Dark Pit had just began to doze off when he heard the door to the dungeon opened. He watched as the imposter walked inside his cell with something hiding behind his back. Probably another torture device. Before Pittoo could react, Chaos Pit held out a rag and covered his nose and mouth. Dark Pit cursed silently to himself for not acting quicker before he passed out.

When he finally came to, he knew something was off. All throughout his body was nothing but pain flowing inside him like a river. His arms were bound behind his back, attached to a chain that ran from his wrists to a securing point above, his arms were lifted behind him until he was forced to bend forward. He glanced at his feet to find them bleeding but free of nails and wood. However; his ankles were secured in cuffs that were attached to a bar which enforced them apart.

He gasped as he realized what was going on. This was a strappado bondage and his feet were in a spreader bar.

He knew what this was and deep down inside, he was afraid of it. This was a form of BDSM. One that he often found himself pleasuring to with the idea of Pit being the victim. This, however, was different. This was real. This wasn't to be role playing fun. It was meant to be torture and he was the victim.

"Glad to see you're awake."

Pittoo's head shot up. Chaos Pit walked into his cell with a cruel smirk.

"You can seal away your fear inside that mask all you want but your eyes betray you. I can see you're frightened."

Dark Pit narrowed his eyes. "I'm not afraid."

"You're not convincing me." He strolled over towards him. He walked behind the bound boy and let his hands rest on his waist.

Dark Pit growled and squirmed, trying to break away from the other.

Chaos Pit paid no mind to him. Instead, he simply admired the view of the bound boy. He soaked in the sight of the burnt wings still helplessly dangling from the red gashed back. His eyes fell to the strong arms attached to the restraints. He bit his lip as he leered at the firm ass that stuck out. He let his hands slide from Pittoo's waist and grope the meaty ass.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Dark Pit snarled tried to find some way to push the other way. He let out a shaky gasp when he felt those familiar yet foreign hands dip into his undershorts and pull them down just above his knees.

"I'm going to do whatever I want to you." Chaos Pit cooed as he brought his fingers to Pittoo's entrance and began to tease it.

Dark Pit gasped and began to flail once he felt fingers insert inside him. He hissed and growled, cursing and threatening the imposter to stop. Of course, they all fell onto deaf ears.

Chaos Pit pressed another finger inside then harshly dragged his nails on the bottom walls. He knew Pittoo felt it when he saw the angel tense up and muffle a hiss. He grinned sadistically as he continued the motion all the while, ignoring Pit's pleas.

Stop! Stop this! Don't do this to Pittoo! Please!

The more Pit begged and pleaded, the harder and deeper the Chaos Kin went. He smirked viciously as he heard the pained cries coming from Pittoo. The darker boy tried desperately to conceal his pain but to no prevail. The Chaos Kin decided that now would be the time to totally and utterly shatter him. He took out his fingers then slid down Pit's shorts before taking position.

No! Don't! Please don't!

"I'm going to take what you both longed for! I'm going to destroy you both at the same time! Watch little bird! Watch as I take the boy you've wanted for so long! Watch as I make him mine!" Chaos Pit shouted then forced his length all the way into Pittoo.

The dark angel shrieked as he was penetrated. He felt the inside of his walls tear apart. He couldn't push back the scream that left his throat nor the tears that fell from his eyes. He couldn't even fight back the monster that was raping him. All he could do was endure it and he hated it.

Pit watched in horror from the prison inside his mind as his body was forcing it's way into Pittoo. If he had his body back he would be falling apart. Tears would be raining down from his eyes and his heart would shatter until it was beyond repair. If he had his body-wait! He could stop this somehow! He just had to break free from the monster's hold! He pushed and fought back against the chains that held him prisoner. They were heavy and were weighing down on him but he endured. He had to break free! He had to save Pittoo!

The Chaos Kin noticed this and stopped in his thrusting. He growled and harshly pulled out of Pittoo, releasing a flow of blood to drip down his inner thighs. The Chaos Kin walked out of the cell and retrieved an ax from the shadows.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson little bird! I warned you about trying to free yourself and now I'm going to make your lover pay again!" He screeched. He marched up to Pittoo and brought the weapon to his right arm before he hacked it off.

Dark Pit screamed at the top of his lungs as his limb was slashed off.

PITTOO! Pit screeched nearly as loud as his dark counterpart.

The Chaos Kin laughed as he resumed his position and thrusted back into Pittoo causing him to scream twice as loud.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE HURT PITTOO ANYMORE!" Pit screeched as he managed to break from his restraints and temporarily overthrow the Chaos Kin. He pulled out of Pittoo ran to the other side of the bound angel. He knelt down in front of the other and held his face in his trembling hands. "Pittoo?! Pittoo!?"

"Pit…"Dark Pit sobbed. He glanced up and looked at Pit. Tears falling from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Pittoo! I'm so so-"

"D-don't…we need to destroy it!"

"But Pittoo-"

"NO FUCKING BUTS! T-tell me…how you did it…with…P-palu-"

"-NGH!" Pit grasped his head as he felt the monster trying to take control over him again. "H-head! He's above my head!"

Controlling you like a marionette! Pittoo thought.

"Hurry Pit! U-unchain me!"

"Ngh!" Pit opened an eye and looked for the ax. He struggled to grip it, fighting with the Chaos Kin for control. He grabbed the ax and sliced it against the chains holding Pittoo's decapitated arm as well as he bound one. He managed to cut through the chains, freeing Pittoo just before the Chaos Kin took over.

"You will pay for this little bird! Your lover will-"

Dark Pit hastily picked up the ax and sliced the air above Pit's head. A high pitched screech came from the empty air and out of nowhere the spider-like scorpion of the Chaos Kin appeared.

Pittoo narrowed his eyes and looked at the creature spitefully. He freed himself from the spreader bar and lunged to attack the creature but it was too late. Dark Pit was too slow and the Chaos Kin attacked him first. He brought one of his sharp legs and stabbed it through the dark angel. Pittoo's eyes widened as the realization hit. He'd been stabbed. Right through the lung. As soon as the Chaos Kin withdrew his leg, Pittoo collapsed onto the ground.

"PITTOO!" Pit screeched as tears broke from his eyes. He watched in pure horror as blood gushed out from the injury and rushed down his sides. Pit quickly acted, picking up the fallen ax and charged after the Chaos Kin.

The creature looked over at Pit and attacked back. Pit was fueled with anger and scorn for the creature. He did this to them! He hurt Pittoo! He whipped him! Burned his wings off! Raped him! Cut off his arm and stab him in the chest! He had to end it. He had to destroy it!

He ran towards the creature, wielding the ax. He dodged out of the way as monster tried to take hold of him again. He ran back and slashed it's legs off. The Chaos Kin screeched as it scrambled to stay up. Pit slashed through the other set and watched as it flailed helplessly. He dismissed the guilt that wanted to surface. He couldn't feel sorry for this thing. Not after what it did. He stood in front of the monster, it's one eye meeting his enraged blue eyes.

"You said Pittoo was weak, that he was easy to break but you were wrong. You tortured him non-stop and he never did. You burned his wings off. You raped him. You cut off his arm and he still fought back! I cut off yours and here you are acting like a helpless creature! Pittoo isn't weak! You are! And I am no longer your little bird to keep trapped inside my own body! I'm in control again!" With that he brought the ax down on the monster and split open it's head.

Pit watched as the life left the monster. He knew it was over. It wasn't much of a fight. Nothing that compared to the last time he dealt with him. Pit knew, though, that the Chaos Kin hadn't had time to fully recover from revival, however it managed that. It was still weak despite how strongly it held onto him.

Pit turned away from the creature and ran towards Pittoo. His heart shattered as he took in Pittoo's state. The ruby liquid nearly claiming his chest. It oozed out his mouth, wrist and feet. He was gasping for breath and coughing up blood.

The light angel fell to his knees and wept as he took in the other.

"Pittoo!" Pit wept.

Dark Pit glanced up at him but said nothing as he gasped for air.

"Pittoo, I'm so sorry! I-I'm gonna save you!"

Dark Pit barely managed a smile as he gasped desperately for air. He brought his hand up and motioned Pit to lean in. Pit sniffled and obeyed. He looked deeply into the red eyes that were slowly fading.

"I'm...not…gonna…die…without-" Pittoo gasped and reached up and claimed his lips.

The kiss didn't last. Pittoo coughed up blood which ruined the kiss but he didn't care. He had kissed Pit and now he could die knowing he at least did that. His vision blurred and his body went limp. He felt his soul slowly leave his body. The last thing he heard was Pit calling out for him.

He didn't know where he was but he heard someone calling out to him. He felt something grab him and pull him up. He slowly lifted his eyelids and found himself in a room. One that was very familiar to him. It was Pit's. What the? Why was he here? He died. Why was he in Pit's room? Maybe he was dead and this was his heaven?

He groaned and slowly shifted in the large comfy bed. He noticed that there was no pain pulsing through his body. He slowly sat up and immediately froze. He quickly retrieved his arms and saw that they were both there, completely healed. He had to be dead. He had lost his arm yet here it was.

He threw the covers off his body and saw his bare chest was healed. No sign that he had been stabbed. He glanced over his shoulder and saw his black wings were there too, completely healed. Did Pit manage to save him again? Did he have his arm and wings back because Pit brought him to the Rewind Spring, like Pittoo did before?

"What the?" Had this all been a painful nightmare or was he dead? He had no idea what was going on.

He felt something stir beside him in the bed. He glanced over and saw Pit fast asleep beside him. His arm was draped over Pittoo's waist in a protective manner. His breathing was slow, indicating he was in a deep sleep. Pittoo smiled softly and brought his hand down to Pit's face and slowly caressed his soft cheeks.

Pit moaned and smiled in his sleep. His hold over Pittoo's waist tightened and he scooted closer towards the other's body. Dark Pit slowly sank down into the mattress and scooted closer to Pit, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. Their noses touched and all Pittoo could do was smile. He pecked the nose touching his and then the partially opened lips.

He didn't know what had happened, whether it was real or not, he couldn't say. What he did know was that he wasn't going to ever let Pit go.

A/N: Was it all real or was it just a nightmare? What do you guys think?

Thank you for reading this dark fic! I'm sorry for all the ouchies :{