Terra cried out as Xehanort sent him flying with yet again another powerful strike. The young warrior hit the ground hard and bounced, landing roughly on his side. The impact sent pain shooting though his body. He winced as the elderly Master drew closer, snarling at him to get up. He was grasped by the hair yet again, roughly yanked from the ground by his tender scalp. Terra scrabbled at Master Xehanort's slender fingers, trying to get him to release his hold.
"Have you had enough, Terra?" Master Xehanort growled, releasing his grasp on Terra's hair, moving to brush Terra's cheek gently. Terra jerked away, hastily backing up from Xehanort. "Just stay away from me, Xehanort."
Xehanort's fist connected with Terra's jaw, and the blow sent him reeling. "What did you call me?" Xehanort hissed, grasping Terra's arm. "M-Master…please…"
"That's better." The dark Master let go of Terra, who fell to his knees. Bruises littered his sides and face, his head swimming from the impacts Xehanort had inflicted on him. Xehanort clenched his fists, causing Terra to jump. "Take it easy. I'm done with you."
Terra lowered his gaze. Done with me? His eyes clenched shut as his hands dug into the sand, hating Xehanort for beating him, screwing him….using him. All because Terra had wanted to help him. Maybe Xehanort had been honest about his painful past, but it gave him no excuse to hurt him like this.
Xehanort yawned, moving to head back to his quarters. "You may want to get a little rest," Xehanort called back over his shoulder. "I don't know what the night holds for us." He ended his sentence with a slight chuckle. Terra shivered, knowing exactly what Xehanort had planned. "Not again…" Terra muttered to himself. "Please…"
Terra limped back to his quarters, flopping down on the bed. His entire body ached and his head was throbbing. Terra covered his head with one of his pillows and tried to sleep. After several minutes he began to think that sleep was futile. Unable to sleep, his thoughts drifted back to his previous home, his previous Master. His previous home was so warm, the atmosphere had been so peaceful. His previous Master…Eraqus, he'd been so fatherly and gentle.
The complete opposite of Xehanort. Terra shuddered as Xehanort forced his way into his thoughts. Terra focused on the thoughts of Eraqus and his home, and he slowly fell asleep.
Xehanort's thoughts were revolving around Terra. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that perfect body of his, but he wanted Terra to have his strength. After all, it was much more fun when he struggled. Xehanort shuddered, feeling that familiar lust rising within him. He leaned back in his chair, watching the sunset. Abruptly, another set of thoughts floated through his mind. Thoughts of himself and Eraqus, all those naughty games they used to play.
He had ached for Eraqus' body for so long…and Terra only filled the gaps left by Eraqus' absence momentarily. He would have to get ahold of Eraqus again, ravish him like he used to. Until then, Terra would have to make do. Although, Eraqus had helped him through some of the rougher periods of his life, and it almost felt wrong to replace him as such.
Almost. Xehanort ran a pensive hand over his face, sighing deeply. There had to be a way for him to have the best of both worlds, Terra's body and Eraqus' touch. Terra's ferocity and Eraqus' hesitance. Xehanort was startled from his thoughts as a soft knock resonated at his door. With a slight growl, the elderly one moved to the door, hesitantly opening it.
A wild-eyed, flush-faced Terra stood there, looking as firm and unmovable as the earth he was named for. His fists clenched, legs braced and breathing heavy, he looked like he could render Xehanort limb from limb any minute. A wide, toothy grin spread over Xehanort's features. "What brings you here?" The dark Master purred, not looking the least bit intimidated by Terra's display of fierceness. Terra gave a deep growl, glaring at his tormentor. "To make you pay…for what you did to me."
Xehanort broke out into wild laughter. "How? You can't even beat me in battle! How do you suppose you're going to bring me down in hand to hand combat?" Xehanort sneered. Terra lunged at the Master with a crazed growl, wrapping his hands around Master Xehanort's throat. Xehanort simply leered at him, his yellow eyes full of contempt. Terra's grip tightened, smiling to himself as his tormentor's eyes grew wide and he began to gasp for air.
Master Xehanort gave a sharp gasp and fell limp. Terra, believing the elderly Master had suffocated, loosened his grip. As he went to throw his head back in triumph, a sharp, crushing blow was delivered to his sternum, knocking the air out of him and sending him reeling back against the wall. Master Xehanort brought himself to his hands and knees, coughing and sputtering. As the elderly Master caught his breath, Terra inwardly grinned.
So I did almost suffocate him, Terra thought, bringing himself to his knees. His eyes were fixed on the elderly Master as he regained his composure, and shakily stood. "You little…" he gasped, eyes flaming the color of the sun, yet were cold as ice. Terra shuddered. "I was hoping you were dead, old man." He gasped, standing to meet Xehanort's gaze.
There was a tense silence, before Xehanort broke out in a chuckle. "You're a lot braver than I was, boy!" Terra jolted. After all that…he still thought it was a game. He commended Terra for trying to choke him out. Fear worked its way into Terra's mind as the elderly one drew closer, the remnants of Xehanort's raspy chuckle fading into the darkness. Slender fingers brushed Terra's chest, moving to his neck where they tightened. It wasn't enough to hurt, just enough to let Terra know he meant business.
"You know Terra, there's a lot of things we have in common. For one, both of us were tormented in the most depraved way by our Masters. Second," He purred, his fingers working into Terra's hair. "…I think we're both quite sadomasochistic, don't you think?" Master Xehanort roughly bit at the skin of Terra's throat, causing a sharp cry to erupt from the younger man.
"There's only one thing we don't have in common, boy…" Xehanort rasped, his voice growing cold and dangerous. "I was only raped once."