CHAPTER FOUR – Nightly Occurrence
WARNINGS – Graphic sexual abuse to a minor, violence.
How could I have let him go? Kanda asked himself, pacing the inside of Moyashi's room. He was allowed to stay in here, in fact he was allowed to do anything, as long as he didn't reveal what the boy was. Still, he didn't feel right letting him walk to his doom like that. He could have slammed the door shut right in his face, he could have kidnapped him. He could have done something! But no, he was a coward, scared of Leverrier just like everyone else in this shit hole.
He's used to it, he justified to himself, maybe it won't be so bad after just one more night. He knew that this was wrong though. Although he wasn't able to gather much from the conversation, he was able to discern the rest. He knew that Allen felt new pain every time he went there, because his body reset itself. Technically, that meant that his body became a virgin after every time he got fucked. There was no changing his memories, though.
Allen would be scarred for life...
Elsewhere in the large building, Allen again walked the same hallway that would lead to his eventual breaking. He started singing in his head, like a child who was scared of the dark, and would sing to make the monsters go away. This monster won't leave. He looked behind himself, hoping for something. Maybe he hoped for a savior, like he thought he'd have with Kanda for a second. No, there was nothing anybody could do, even if the whole of headquarters knew. He's not coming for me, he realized. No one's coming. Hot tears streaked burned behind his eyes, but his mouth smiled.
The moon must have been laughing at him, safe in it's haven, where it could watch his suffering, allowing it to happen. He stopped in front of the large oak door labeled 'Leverrier', and sighed. His head clunked against the wood, as he knit his eyebrows together, eyes closed. He gathered up the strength he needed, and knocked lightly on the door. He heard walking, and the monster opened his door. He smiled at Allen, and gestured inside of his office.
Obliging, he left his post at the door and went to sit in the arm chair in front of the desk. Hands appeared beside him on each arm rest. Each of the fat fingers on each hand tapped individually, waiting. "How should I make you come for me today?" The monster asked quietly. He wanted an answer. Allen wanted to shout at him to be younger and nicer and preferably not blond (he wasn't into blondes) but that wouldn't get him anywhere except in more pain.
"I don't know, sir." He responded quietly. He wasn't allowed to call him by his name, less he be choked. Luckily though, it seemed his response was favorable, as the older seemed satisfied, he left and went to a joining office, empty except for a fridge and chests with secrets and toys and chains inside of them. Any time that man came out of that room, he brought something dirty and kinky, and to Allen, it meant more pain.
This time, he called from inside of the room, "I know how much you enjoy food." Allen gulped. He only used to enjoy food, now it all made him sick. Leverrier came out finally, after rummaging around. He came out with a bottle of whipped cream and a small package of strawberries. Allen had to stifle a large gag. This was almost too much. But worse had already happened. At least today there wouldn't be any riding crops or whips or chains or dildos.
Allen bit his lip and turned his face away as the monster undressed, revealing a hard on. His body was muscly, yes, but hairy, all over. He made no effort to shave anything. He kicked his pants off and strode over to him, yanking on his hair when he was close enough, pulling his head so that his cheek touched the throbbing organ.
"Your hair is falling out. See to it that you take better care of it. I don't want to see that. Shave it if need be." He said flippantly, but slowly and with much lust lacing his voice. He bucked his hips forward, which was a sign that Allen was to start blowing him. He complied, taking the whole thing into his mouth at once, his eyebrows knitting in frustration. The other grunted, and bucked forward, gagging Allen. It smelt gross, like he didn't wash there or something, but had no taste. After bucking into the heat of his mouth several more times, he withdrew, only having done it to arouse himself further.
"Stand now." He commanded. Allen stood up, looking away from the monsters eyes. This was his least favorite part. He was always subconscious of how he looked, and he knew he would be either stripped, or ordered to strip. The first came, which was surprising. First Leverrier looked into his eyes with his, while holding his shoulders in front of him. He leaned forward and captured his lips in a one-sided kiss, his mustache rubbing painfully against Allens soft top lip. His rough hands left his shoulders to go to his neck, pulling the young face to his.
Disgusting, Allen thought. When the kiss stopped, he pulled his button up shirt down off of the bony shoulders. Next the sweater underneath, and anything else cluttering the naked form. Again, Allen felt the most exposed in his life, even as the older was much more naked. The kissing trailed from his mouth to his exposed torso, leaving love marks all over his topmost body. "I want you to lay on my desk, boy. Take a pillow and get comfortable." Allen obliged, taking a pillow and placing himself on the desk. His back was going to ache later, he knew.
The monster grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed it all over Allen, from neck to where his pants started. He unbuckled the belt surrounding the smaller, flaccid organ, and removed whatever was left of his clothing in one foul swoop. The hot air in the office did not help his breathing, which was starting to become labored. His eyes started to cloud over, he couldn't watch what he knew was coming. The part where his own body betrayed him made this the most disgusting, he knew.
Rough, hardened hands grabbed at the flaccid penis, pumping it very hard in all directions, pulling down and making it painful, too painful. He cried out at the force, arms subconsciously moving to make it stop. They were slapped away, and he was looked at with a ferocious glare. "I could easily sell you out to the rest of the Order, boy. You know this, and yet you still resist me? Do you know how many men would take the opportunity if they all knew? Huh, do you?" That last two words were spat with such conviction that he felt his heart jolt. He knew that if he kept messing up like that, he would be shown, again, what it would feel like to have two men inside of him at once. He almost panicked at the thought.
"I... I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He tried to say, which came out quiet and broken, not strong like it once was.
"Right you are. I'll have to show you again, if it does."
The love marking started again now, where the whipped cream was. The rough mustache scraped across the small chest, in every bone indent, on each nipple, and his shoulders. Against his will, his once flaccid penis was now fully hard, and pushing upwards, seeking attention. Strawberries were pushed passed his lips, and he was forced to chew on them, acting like he enjoyed it. They only tasted like semen though...
"Now," the monster started, grabbing the full hard on his ministrations were producing, "How can you really say that you don't like it when even I'm not that hard." He went lower now, licking at the white pubic hair of Allen's sensitive penis. Allen couldn't help but move towards the touch, he was so skilled. This part always gave him shivers thinking about it later, where he would lose himself in something as pathetic as sex. And with a pedophile, too.
He looked away, not able to watch any longer. I'm disgusting, he thought, worse than a dog to this military. Just their bitch. The old tongue wriggled its way around the smaller penis, popping the head into his mouth. He payed extra attention to several spots where he knew Allen would start moaning and gasping and bucking towards, getting just that as he did it. He finally just took the whole thing in his mouth, quickly pumping him with sucking, watching him cruelly even as he did it.
Allen was panting heavily now, and crying his girly moans into the soundproof office, where he knew not a soul could hear him. And I had myself almost convinced earlier that someone cared. Tears ran down his face now, and he knew that if the other saw them, he'd make him pay for it. But before his climax came, right before, Leverrier stopped, and slid onto the desk himself. Clearly he was low on energy or something if he wanted to outright fuck him.
He slid his experienced hands between Allens legs, parting them, so he could look at the youth with hungry eyes, taking in his own perverted fantasies. His body had changed after all, where as he used to be human looking, his legs and chest and arms were now hairless, making him smooth and fun to touch.
He next positioned himself between the legs, throwing knees as close to his shoulders as they would reach. His penis was tipped right at the hole, and he grinned as the other watched him fearfully. In one harsh movement, he bucked his hips high into the others, earning a pained shriek in response. In his haze of emotions, he tried to throw himself away from the sharp painful thrusts, but was too weak, and felt himself growing weaker as his energy pooled into his quickly rising orgasm.
Only halfway into the brutal fucking did he come, releasing himself all over his own stomach. His energy was being leaked out, and he watched for the millionth time Leverrier's eyes glowed with the oncoming power...
It didn't take long for both parties to dress awkwardly after the end of this nights session. Something was different this time though... Allen felt something. A yearning of some sort. Maybe it was because Kanda didn't come. He wasn't saved, like he hoped.
Leverrier bid him goodbye, saying that he wasn't going to be there for a couple of days. He gave him strict orders about his hair, and how he would prefer it shaved. Finally, he sat back in his chair, and watched as Allen collected his things, and left, heaving the door closed behind him.
I can't do this anymore, he thought. This needs to end. There's only one way out, isn't there?
WARNING FOR NEXT CHAPTER: Gonna be sad. No I won't kill anyone, can't do that. But I'm sure that by the end sentence you'll be able to figure out what Allen will try...