Prime

All Characters are owned by Konami. I own nothing absolutely NOTHING at all and I do not hope to gain any profit from this. Set in an Alternate Universe…Sort of. Sol's name from here onwards will be referred to as "Sol".

Thoughts

"Speech"

Chapter 9: The End of The Beginning I

A brownish ray of light permeated the room. The curtains were slightly in the way, hence the tinted light. There was a scent of familiar aroma, one that was usually experienced in the morning. It was the scent of new sheets.

What? I'm in bed?

Sol was lying in bed with his simple sleeping attire. It smelt as though it were worn a few days, so a lingering stench of staleness soon overlapped the aroma of new bed sheets. It took him a while to realize and confirm that he was indeed, in bed. He was in his room and by the look of the ray of sunlight he figured it should be around the late afternoon. Even by taking in that little amount of information made his head swell. His head was throbbing even before he began to notice the annoyance. Then he remembered. He recalled the traumatic experience with the older man. How he was touched. How he was violated. It was a dirty thought but he couldn't keep it out of his head. He couldn't think of any other thing because he knew how it started but he didn't know how it ended. He decided he couldn't just lay down there when Gizel was out and about, getting away with his distasteful act.

He swung the door open, frantically searching for a familiar face. He didn't even bother to change into something more appropriate. There was no one along the corridors, but soon someone he noticed appeared around the corner.

"Lyon, what happened?"

"Oh Prince, you shouldn't be out and about. Go and rest some more, the doctor said you need plenty of rest."

"What you mean the doctor?"

"I guess you've been out that long. Prince, you have been sleeping for three days. Apparently you fainted when no one was looking and that Gizel happened to find you on the floor. He carried and called the doctor himself."

Sol couldn't believe what he heard. Gizel actually passed his act as a case of rescuing the fainted prince. Gizel was getting more and more out of hand and Sol couldn't take it any longer.

"Lyon, that's a lie! Gizel……he…did…something to me and I think I fainted. He has been eyeing on me the whole time! I'm scared Lyon!" Tears welled up in his eyes even before he began to start talking. It was hard recalling how Gizel had his way when he was grounded by fear. Thoughts came running and running through. He begged in his mind for Lyon to give an answer.

"Are you sure? Don't worry, I'll tell your parents about this. Just wait in your room and don't let anyone in!" Lyon was just about to turn away when Sol grabbed her arm.

"No! Don't leave me alone please Lyon! Stay with me!"

These words…they were meant for someone else.

Lyon was shocked for a moment but then held Sol in her arms, chasing his fears away. In one hand Lyon was holding on to the visibly shaken Sol, in the other she was combing his hair gently. The tears just kept on coming and Lyon had no chance to speak. Both of them stood in that position for a very long time in the hallway before Sol started to cool down.

"Okay Prince. I'll stay with you in your room tonight till the ceremony starts. After that we'll both go down and tell your parents, is that okay with you?"

Sol, though slightly relieved, answered the question in a frantic tone.

"He's…going to be here tonight. I don't know if I can make it."

"Don't worry. I won't let him touch you."

Why couldn't it be you to say these words?

Sol smiled to Lyon as you held the hand that embraced him and walked towards his room. Gizel wasn't going to get away. As they entered his room, Sol climbed on top of his bed and began to close his eyes. By the time Sol wakes up, he told himself that he would forget the traumatic experience that shook him so hard. Lyon was standing beside the bed, watching over the sleeping prince, smiling yet frowning at the same time. His eyes slowly drooped and became heavier and heavier till his mind disappeared within.

Before he knew it, he was dreaming. The place was very familiar, it was the coliseum. But like any other dream, only a part of the coliseum was seen and the rest was covered in a white, cloudy screen. The part that he could see was the place where he and Gizel were before he fainted. One look and he knew this wasn't a dream but a recollection. He watched helplessly as Gizel took pleasure into giving a taste of his skin. This was already enough to snap Sol out of his sleep but something told him to continue watching. He was watching the whole scenario from a bird's eye view so he could see how terrified he was. Although he couldn't really see his own expression his mind apparently filled that void with a pale, soulless face. Soon, he vaguely heard Gizel mouth out the last words that he remembered. Soon after, he saw his own hand grab his clothes where the heart was. Gizel was standing, laughing and mumbling some words that were incoherent but somehow his vision was more focused on the action of his hand. He saw himself faint shortly after with his hand still tightly clenched onto his clothing. He found it weird how his hand kept holding on to that portion of his clothing when he didn't even remember it beforehand. Gizel then promptly carried the limp body which was of him into the building.

Sol was abruptly awakened by a loud strike of thunder. It took awhile for his eyes to focus for him to scan the room. His eyes were swelling due to the crying and it hurt for him to blink. Once his eyes finally focused, his face turned ghost white.

WHAT HAPPENED?

There were a couple of bodies on the floor drenched in blood wearing a strange uniform. Sol also spotted a bloodless body on the ground that belonged to Lyon. He couldn't tell if she was dead or alive but before starting to worry about her, he turned his attention to his wrists which were burning with pain. He was tied to his bed on both sides. The bed sheets were on the floor and there was nothing left on the bed. The thunder continued to rage as Sol scanned the room for more things. He desperately looked around for any sign that he was alone, or safe for that matter. It wasn't long before his head turned to the direction where the lightning cast human shadows onto the door. Thunder bellowed once more before Sol could realize the horror that stood before him. Gizel Godwin, the demon in the flesh.

"I was wondering how long you would take before you could notice I was here."

Sol was instantly pinned down by fear. His neck went into a spasm. His feet, his hands and his head turned cold. He desperately tried to scream but somehow the fear kept his vocal chords from working. It was exactly when he first experienced Gizel's true colors. Sol gathered his strength to attempt to flail taking the chance that it might actually release him from his tied position.

"Now, now. I don't think you should try to get out of that. Alenia and Zahak put in a lot of effort into tying you down, so don't waste their efforts. The bitch put up quite a fight too, taking down three of my best men. Pity she didn't see me coming."

As he mentioned the traitor's names, it awoken the fact that they were already behind his back, smiling menacingly. Sol tried to pierce the two of them with a stare, supposed attempting to make them remorseful. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't wipe the dirty smiles away from their faces. He soon turned his attention to the limp Lyon, who soon made Sol well up in tears once again. She was no match for this team of abomination. Nonetheless he knew she tried her best. Remembering his disadvantaged situation, Sol prepared for the worst.

Before his mind sufficiently prepared him, Gizel began his advance. Almost like déjà vu, the older man slowly took his time to reach the side of the bed where he shadowed over him. Even in such a chaotic moment, Gizel's face always manages to give off that devilish yet calm smile Sol hated. All that mage of calmness shattered when Gizel used both of his hands to rip Sol's night clothing off with unimaginable force. As his body was left bare and vulnerable to the cold wind, Sol managed to let out a tiny whimper of shock. Sol was covered with nothing but the necklace that Georg gave to him. That's when he remembered why he was clutching his clothing. He was actually holding on to the piece of bright amber. Although his body abandoned him, Sol never gave up on Georg.

I wanted you to be there, but why?

Gizel slowly lowered himself closer to the prince's body before abruptly stopping.

"What's this? It looks hideous."

Gizel forcefully yanked the necklace out of Sol's neck so hard it left a bruise on his neck. The necklace was tossed on the floor where the older man made sure it had landed. Seeing the two knights were still there he yelled in annoyance.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Go guard the door or something till I'm done with the boy."

Both of them nodded promptly before heading out into the corridor, where they closed the door behind them. Now there were only two living people in the room. Gizel only grew more and more savage in his actions once the two left the room, leaving him alone to ravage the younger boy. Gizel climbed on top of the soft bed right above Sol overshadowing him. His hands held on to the hands that were so forcefully tied onto the bed frame. Little by little, the older man lowered himself onto the innocent nakedness that lay before him. Sol's body wasn't exposed much to the blazing sun or the rough weather so it was almost ensured that he had an almost pure ivory tint to his soft, supple skin. His body was as delicate as a baby's and as supple as a lady's. The only things that were put apart from the magnificent ivory shade were the two bud-like nipples that nested on both sides of his body and the pinkish tint of his virgin member.

As Gizel continued downwards, Sol could still vaguely see the robotic smile that he always wore. Strangely enough, before the rest of his body was rested on his naked body, Sol felt something down south. Wrapped in his scarlet clothing was a hard muscle that was throbbing involuntarily and was apparently wet at the tip. Though he wasn't exposed to sexual encounters, Sol knew Gizel was turned on. The bulge was distracting as it was huge. It was almost as though that piece of flesh was about to rip his pants apart. Once Gizel's throbbing shaft made contact with Sol's skin, he wasted no time grinding his hips against the young prince. The prince, taken back by the sudden action, couldn't help but moan in amazement. This definitely didn't help to salvage the situation as apparently Gizel was enjoying his cries for help in a sick and twisted way.

"So, you like it too huh? I can't wait any longer you're going to be mine."

With that Gizel quickly unbuckled his pants and took down everything which he promptly tossed aside. He knelt down in front of the younger boy as he displayed his pride and joy. As Sol expected, Gizel's cock was huge. It wasn't as pink as his but rather dark brown and wrinkled. The rod throbbed ferociously as little amounts of transparent, sticky substance dripped down the length. It was almost as if it was an animal drooling and waiting for its next meal. Yet again Gizel thrust his hips against the prince's naked body. Coincidentally, both of their member's heads were in contact and it sent a massive shiver down Sol's spine which made him moan in delight.

I feel…dirty

Sol's body definitely enjoyed the experience but his mind tried hard to reject the thought of enjoying it with a man like Gizel Godwin. His mind was weak and soon it gave way as he helplessly watched his own member, soaked in Gizel's liquid, grew harder and harder till it throbbed in rhythm with Gizel's. This instantly drove Gizel into his primal instinct making him kiss, nip and even bite Sol's body at a ferocious pace. He even bit so hard it made several parts of his body bleed profusely. Gizel was an animal and he wasn't about to stop anytime soon. The beast was released from its cage, literally.

Help

As the violation continued, there was only one thing in the young boy's heart and mind. It was to chant and pray that someone, anyone, would come and rescue him soon. For some reason he knew he couldn't depend on Georg anymore as he abandoned him when he needed someone by his side the most. Seeing Lyon was gone as well, Sol's knew of nothing else but to pray and hope. As the seconds felt like hours and the minutes felt like years, Sol was about to give way to his consciousness when he heard a ruckus outside his room. There was indeed someone but he couldn't tell who. Alenia and Zahak weren't knights for nothing and he doubt anyone ordinary could defeat them. But somehow that person did as the door was knocked down. His heart flew as he felt his prayers were answered. He desperately tried to figure out his hero but the lightning and thunder were blocking out the sounds and his vision. Gizel turned quickly behind to see who it was and bellowed.

"YOU! Why did you came back? Aren't you afraid they might know?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, what matters is……"

Before he could finish hearing the conversation, Sol soon passed out due to the severe lack of blood in his body. But in his unconscious state, the young boy carried an innocent smile.

You're late, idiot

OMGWTFBBQROFLMAO SMUT! I hope all of you enjoyed this! I had trouble thinking whether I should include smut but it wouldn't be complete without a little pinch of smut. Had to put it in, sorry if any of you were offended. Stay tuned anyways.