More kinky Harmoniashipping, as requested by Ginny~
This contains Stockholm syndrome, bathtub sex, biting, and drowning fetish (though no death). Starts off with some Isshushipping as well, because you know by now that that's how I roll XD
Black's POV
I sighed contentedly as I leaned against N. We had just gotten into the bathtub together, and I was more than enjoying how close we had to be to fit, inadvertently pressed into an intimate position. N was relaxed in my embrace, absently playing with the mass of bubbles I had added for him. Smiling at the sight of him, I let my hands run up and down his sides, loving his soft, smooth skin. Could I wait to taste him until we got to bed? It was becoming increasingly hard to resist.
"N.." I murmured, kissing his neck. "I want you.."
He looked up at me with innocent eyes. "What?"
Grinning, I leaned forward more until he was laying back against the tub and I was kneeling over him. I kissed his lips, swallowing his hesitant mumbles as I gently stroked his thighs.
"The bathtub isn't.." He began, shifting nervously.
"Hm..?" I looked up briefly from where I had taken to nibbling his collarbone.
"I-I mean.." N shook his head. "No.. It's ok."
I frowned in confusion. He had been acting strangely ever since I had suggested we bathe together, but getting him to open up and tell me what was wrong on these occasions was like pulling out teeth, and more often than not, it was especially painful for N.
Deciding to proceed with care, I held him close to me and rubbed our bodies together. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I took that as consent to continue. Burying my face in his neck, my fingers probed his entrance. It was not long ago that we had our last round, so it took only a few moments before he was ready. N clung to me as I tilted his hips up and slid inside.
Sex with N was always amazing, but feeling the water swirling around me only added to the overload of sensations. I pulled us lower into the water, needing more. N's fingers were digging into my back, but I have to admit I like that, and the sounds he was making echoed through the small bathroom, driving me wild. I think water might be getting on the floor..
I'm not sure how I managed to decipher it through the rest of the noise and his own choked voice, but somewhere in the back of my mind where I was not bent upon making love to him I felt there was something wrong, and then I heard his feverish words.
"I'mscaredI'mscaredI'mscaredI'm-"
Blinking in surprise, I wondered if I was hearing correctly. I tried to pull back to look at him, but he was holding on so tightly I could barely move. "N? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry.." He sobbed. "I'm sorry! Just please.. pleasepleasepleaseplease.."
"'Please' what? N, tell me!" My attempts to pry him away were useless. He was holding onto me as if for dear life.
"Don't push me under! Pleasepleaseplease, I can't! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
I stared at the wall blankly for a moment. "..Push you.. under? N, what are you talking about? Why would I do that?"
N shook his head. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."
Finally I was able to push him back enough to see his face. His eyes were shut tightly, but tears still escaped en masse. "N, please calm down. You know I would never do something so cruel.." As I said this, I realized. This must have something to do with his past. The abuse he suffered at the hands of his father. It was not the first time he experienced a flashback like this, and that gave me all the more reason to kick myself for not realizing his emotional state sooner.
"I'm sorry." I said softly, pulling away and setting him down. "Why didn't you tell me?" Stupid. Of course I knew why. N still could not fathom being able to turn down sex, and that I would accept his wishes. No matter how many times I assured him that he had a choice in the matter, it was no good.
Shuddering as he tried to stop crying, N said nothing and refused to look up at me.
Mentally cursing myself, I pulled the plug from the drain and climbed out. After drying myself off, I helped N up and dried him as well before carrying him to our bed. Laying us both down, I waited patiently for his hitched breathing to even out. I could tell from his body's stiffness that he expected me to pick up where I left off, but I remained still. With N, actions spoke far louder than words.
After a while, he curled up against me and I held him close. "I'm sorry." He whispered again.
"Hush. Don't apologise anymore. ..Do you want to tell me about it?" Mostly because I never wanted to do anything that struck bad memories, I have often asked N to talk about his childhood and the things Ghetsis did to him. It seemed to help him to have someone to confide in as well, so even though hearing these stories was more painful to me than anything I could have imagined, I always listened without a word.
N was quiet for a few moments, but then he nodded slowly and began to speak.
Ghetsis turned the polished golden handles of his large, footed bathtub's faucet, testing the heated water that poured out. Satisfied with the temperature, he then added some bath salts and other such things that filled the large marble room with a soft, sweet scent.
Dressed only in his silken bathrobe, Ghetsis leaned against the side of the tub and waited patiently for N to arrive. Not long before, he had made sure to tell his young son to join him in his chambers, a request sure to confuse him. When Ghetsis wanted anything to do with N, it usually took place in the boy's room where he would not have to be troubled with waiting for the maids to clean whatever mess N caused. But tonight he decided otherwise.
The bathtub was full now, and as Ghetsis shut off the water, a timid knock sounded at the door.
"Come in." Ghetsis said, turning to see the lanky, wild-haired boy slip inside.
"You wanted to see me?"
Ghetsis only stared at his son with a condescending expression. N looked down at the floor, already understanding the reason he was called upon.
Without warning, Ghetsis's hand shot out and tangled in N's hair. Jerking him forward, he used the momentum to shove N's entire torso into the full bathtub. Firmly holding the boy beneath the water, Ghetsis stared down at him coldly as he struggled wildly, arms and legs flailing without anything in reach to help him. Water splashed everywhere, spilling onto the floor and soaking them both. Ghetsis could feel N's heart pounding through his small back as he waited for the moment when his lungs would give in. Pulling down the boy's pants with his free hand, he caressed the smooth skin of his backside, smirking at the way it made N struggle more frantically.
"Do you feel how I hold everything of you in my hands, N?" Ghetsis said softly, even though he would not be heard. "You are worth only what I want of you. I created you, and I can destroy you just as easily."
When he knew N was reaching his limit, Ghetsis pulled away and stood back to watch N burst up to the surface, coughing and sobbing raggedly. Collapsing to the floor of the bathroom, N's body shuddered and heaved as he coughed up water. Drenched, his white turtleneck -now the only thing he was wearing- was rendered quite useless as it defined every last curve of his body, and Ghetsis took this moment to admire his son.
N was thirteen now. His childish curves were beginning to smooth out, and already he was entering a startling growth spurt. However, even though he was physically growing up, he would always be an innocent on the inside, no matter how Ghetsis violated him. It was wonderful.
Ghetsis let his eye leisurely wander his son's huddled form, taking in all the ways it was maturing. Then he noticed that N was watching him through his dripping bangs; terror, hurt, and betrayal in his eyes.
"Get in." Ghetsis nodded to the tub.
N cringed back, obviously expecting to be pushed under again if he obeyed. Continuing to stare a hole through his son, Ghetsis pulled off his wet robe and stepped into the water. Sitting down, he need only to give N a dark look of warning before the boy quickly climbed in after him.
Guiding N into his lap, he ignored his own erection and instead reflected upon how good it felt to have his son so completely at his mercy. N sat meekly on his father, still breathing hard and shivering. He seemed not to care about the lewd position he was in, with the clinging white shirt too short to cover him decently and his legs hanging open around the older man's waist. Ghetsis considered lecturing him about it, but decided not to get distracted from his purpose.
Reaching out, he trailed the tips of his fingers over N's face and neck, resisting the urge to smile at the minute way the boy flinched at the touches. Placing his hands on N's small shoulders, he began slowly pushing him back towards the water.
"No, please..!" N's body tensed up in resistance, new tears gathering in his eyes. "Please not again..!"
"I won't kill you." Ghetsis stated calmly. "You just have to learn to trust me. Don't struggle this time or I will let your lungs fill up before releasing you." Submerging N once more, he nodded to himself as N only shuddered and clung to his wrists.
When he pulled N up to the surface, the boy gasped and began crying again. He did not wait long before pushing him under, loving the strange rush it gave him. For several more times this process continued, until at last N stopped crying, his body pliant and his eyes completely blank.
Satisfied that he had N where he wanted him, Ghetsis lay back in the tub and said nothing as N spat up water then rested on his chest, exhausted and numb. Training him was so easy. No matter what he did to N, it would only take a few times before he would come to accept it, another wall built up between his heart and the outside world. That was how to keep him pure, and in every way possible Ghetsis would repeat this process until his future king was detached from any and all situations that could distract him from his destiny.
So now with the canvas he had washed clean, it was time to start training those new hormones.
Running his hands along N's smooth body, Ghetsis set about the task of pulling his son back from the emotional "panic room" his mind always fled to during these lessons. Raising goosebumps along pale skin, Ghetsis brushed his lips down N's slender neck, pushing aside the shirt to reach more. When he felt a slight shift and the hitch of his breath, Ghetsis bit down hard through the fabric. N yelped softly, but did not move away as his father continued dragging teeth along his shoulder, biting wherever he cared to leave marks.
Leaning back, Ghetsis examined N's face, flushed from all the recent events and growing even darker now. "Look at me."
Blue-green eyes opened and met his father's single crimson one. The boy's awareness was already returning, Ghetsis could see, but they were still devoid of fear and other undesirable emotions, just hopeless acceptance.
Pleased with this result, Ghetsis nodded to him, needing no other communication. Understanding what was expected of him, N sat up and reached around for Ghetsis's cock, aligning it with his entrance and taking it inside.
His slender legs shaking from the pain, N bit his lip as he began moving up and down, rocking his hips the way he knew Ghetsis liked it. His innocent attempts were lost on the older man, however.
"If I'm going to be kind and let you set the pace, you could at least put some effort into this, N." Ghetsis said darkly.
N looked up, startled. Turning his eyes away again, he grasped the sides of the tub for leverage and moved faster, letting his full weight bring him down hard again and again onto Ghetsis's cock even though each time he felt he might tear.
Ghetsis watched with composed lust as N impaled himself with growing fervor, quiet sounds beginning to escape his throat, pained at first but slowly turning more heated. He could tell that the boy was searching for the angle that would stimulate the place inside him so recently discovered to bring pleasure. Sure enough, after a few moments N's head snapped back with a small cry. Moaning pathetically, the young teen squirmed as he kept riding, eyes glazing over and legs reflexively trying to close around the sensations.
A smirk grew on the Sage's face as he took in this interesting sight. Seeing N writhe in agony and terror was delightful, but now his son was making embarrassed noises of arousal as his cock stiffened. The boy obviously still had little understanding of what was happening to him, but he was caught in the moment and lost to his own need.
It was perfect.
But then N faltered, stopped, and slumped against his chest, trembling and gasping for breath. "I.. I'm sorry.." He panted weakly. "I'm too tired.. I can't..." Clearly in distress and fearing punishment, N started to cry.
Sighing in exasperation, Ghetsis shoved N off of him. "Wretched boy. Can you not do anything right? If you were stronger you would have been spared much pain, but now you've irritated me. Turn around."
N did so, grasping the edge of the tub for support as Ghetsis lifted one of his legs and draped it over the side. Roughly grabbing his son's small hips, he thrust back inside and pounded into him without restraint. Sobbing, N clung to the cold marble and waited for it to end. There was no more pleasure at this angle, no comfort to shield him from the harsh reality of the blood staining the water. In these moments, N truly felt that he meant nothing to his father but what he was worth in pleasure and amusement.
'It's not true.' He told himself as pain made his head spin. 'It's not true.'
White-hot liquid surged through him, burning and making him feel sick, but he swallowed hard and forced back his body's automatic rejection. Feeling Ghetsis get out, N tried to compose himself, but was somewhat stuck in his painfully stiff position. Looking up, he saw Ghetsis dressed in a fresh bathrobe and walking out.
"Daddy!" He called without thinking.
Ghetsis glanced back at him darkly, and N blanched. After a few harrowing seconds however, the man left and shut the door behind him.
Letting out a shaky breath, N managed to pull his leg back into the tub and sank down to kneel at the bottom. Much of the water had splashed out, but he held onto the edge to make sure he would not fall beneath the surface. He was terrified of this water now turning cold, but too exhausted to get out. Feeling around the bottom, his hand found the plug and pulled it out. He watched the water drain away, and wondered absently where it was going.
When at last it was all gone, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Black POV
I said nothing for a while after N finished his account. My stomach was churning and my eyes burned, and I knew I could not let on that I was so affected by this or else N would feel guilty.
When at last I felt I could act naturally, I kissed the top of his head and got up.
"What are you..?" I heard him ask as I headed into the bathroom and began running water in the tub.
Coming back out, I scooped him in my arms again and brought him over to sit on the toilet seat.
"We're going to try this again." I said calmly, grabbing the bottle of bubblebath and adding a liberal amount.
"But.." His eyes focused on the rising water nervously.
"N." I took his chin in my hand and turned his head over to look at me. "I won't let you be afraid of this anymore. You remember we've been working on that?" Thanks to his father, N was afraid of many normal things, sex being but one of them, and I was determined to change that myself. And the best way to do that is by writing over those terrible memories and replacing them with good ones.
He nodded, but I could tell that he was still somewhat caught up in the flashback. I stroked his hair and cheeks gently, the way that always comforted him, and waited for the bath to fill up.
When at last I shut off the faucet, I climbed into the water and lay down before motioning for N to join me. Gradually I coaxed him in and pulled him down on top of me, his back to my chest. He was shivering, fingers tangling with mine for comfort, but he made no move to get out.
"It's alright." I crooned. "I'm not going to let you go under. That's never going to happen again. Just relax. Relax and let me love you. Let me remind you what real love feels like. I promised I would wash away all your fears, and this one is no different."
N whimpered softly, but I could feel him calming down. I stroked his skin, knowing all the right places to touch. After some minutes, he melted against me at last.
"Black.." He murmured. I knew that tone. I loved it. Now was the time.
Taking a deep breath, I shifted just enough to bring our bodies together even more closely. N tilted his hips back, and in one smooth motion I was back inside him. We both groaned, welcoming the sensation.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.
"So.. So good.. Black.."
"Good."
I took it very slowly, the way N loved it best, and soon enough this small room was filled with our low sighs and quiet moans as we leisurely moved together. N's long legs were now hanging over the sides, and my own were rather scrunched up, but the slight discomfort went unnoticed.
I opened my eyes when I heard N chuckle softly. "What?"
"These bubbles feel funny.." N pointed to the undulating pile of froth floating over our joined hips.
Smirking, I pushed them aside to uncover N's cock, shivering when I drew a keening sound from his lover simply by trailing the tip of my finger up the underside.
"D-don't tease.." N pleaded feverishly. "I need more.."
I hummed. "You're going to have to take care that yourself. As you can see, I'm kind of preoccupied with loving you elsewhere at the moment." To punctuate that coy statement, I took hold of N's slender hips and held them still as I ground myself deep inside of him.
N gasped, his back arching sharply. "I.. I can't.."
I kissed his neck. "But I want to see it, N. I want to see you touching yourself. Do it for me, hm..?"
Whining nervously, N's hands drifted down to timidly wrap around his cock. I groaned, even more turned on than I had expected to be. "Beautiful, N.." I murmured. "Keep going."
N writhed, embarrassed but lost in pleasure as I thrust faster, unable to help myself. The sight of him like this, the water, the knowledge that I was wiping the painful thoughts from his mind, it was all too much. Groaning, I buried myself up to the hilt and came, hearing him cry out my name as he followed.
We stayed like that for a long while, basking in afterglow until the cooling water could no longer be ignored. For the second time that night, I dried us off and carried N to bed, although this time we both fell asleep peacefully.
