Two Worlds One Circus

Chapter Eight

Censored version: full stuff can be found as Mirror Moonly.

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Darkness…

That was all he could see…

He hated the dark. He had established, about nine chapters ago, that he didn't like the alluring call of the unknown. The darkness had surrounded him, was taunting him. He needed to get out and find light... find out where he was. He couldn't see anything and, after a few minutes of blindly blinking, he realised he was blindfolded. Ike made a movement to remove the cloth over his eyes, but only received a soft 'clank' in response.

"Where am I?" Ike yelled as he looked into the darkness. He moved his legs only to hear that they gave off the same 'clank'. His heart was pounding and he realised what was happening. He had been chained. His body had been aching since he had woken up and he had initially disregarded the idea: but now, Ike realised, he had been chained to the point where he had lost all feeling in his arms and legs. He had either been out for a long time or these chains were tight. "Hey! Can anyone hear me?"

Ike tried to get his memories together. Walking back from seeing where that bakery once stood, being grabbed from behind, trying to knock out the bastard that touched him... meeting obsidian eyes before... before what? Probably getting knocked out if he had to judge by the throbbing in his head. So he was kidnapped? Then why wasn't he gagged as well as bound? Did Tabuu figure out he knew about his return?

"No time for irrational thinking Ike," he mumbled to himself as he tried to extend his arms again. He didn't get far. The mercenary took a deep breath, trying to get his thoughts together. His current situation: on the floor, chained arms and legs, in complete darkness. The air was cold... and even colder because he was shirtless. Why didn't he notice before? That meant Ragnell was missing as well. "Fuck. How the hell am I getting out of this mess?"

Now that his head seemed to be functioning, Ike could make out that there was talking outside. He strained to listen but it was all a garbled mess. He frowned. Primids? Something more sinister?

"Good night Ike,"

"I'll see you tomorrow buddy." All calm voices. It scared him. The darkness was calling to him again; filling his head with sadistic creatures ready to take control of his body. It was all quite horrifying thoughts to picture in such a vulnerable position and Ike would never have even thought of it ordinarily. Something was wrong. He was forgetting something. What made the darkness as excited as it was? What was making him terrified beyond belief?

A single noise. A click and opening of a locked door. His heart leapt to his neck and the mercenary looked up to a small shimmer of light through his blindfold. "Who's there? Hey, who are you?"

No response, until suddenly, a single flying knife cut through the darkness and slashed open the blindfold. Ike didn't comprehend it for a moment, until he felt the sting of where the knife had grazed him. The cloth fell down off his face, but Ike returned to seeing nothing. The door was locked again, but now Ike knew he was not alone.

"Hey! Is anyone there? Answer me!" He heard a low chuckle and whoever was there threw open the curtains. Ike gawked. There were many things wrong with this situation.

1. He was chained.

2. He was chained in his own room.

3. He was staring at someone who looked exactly like him and was wearing his clothes.

"Hello... other me. So nice of you to join me tonight," Ike glared at the look-alike as the ringmaster put his sacred blade down and tore off his cape, "I was wondering when you would wake up."

"You bastard, why am I here?" Ike demanded, "release me!" The ringleader chuckled again and took out his cane, stashed under the guest bed. Twisting the head of the cane, he took out a blue solution and tossed it at the door, smirking in satisfaction as steam rose from the door and vanished. Ike glared. "Answer me! What do you want? I'm not in the mood for games," the mercenary hissed as the ringleader unbuttoned the shirt he wore but left it on. "Why am I chained here?"

As his look-alike finally acknowledged his presence, the smasher couldn't help but stare at himself in the pale moonlight. The ringmaster came closer. He wanted to flinch away or take his eyes off the sadist smirking in front of him... but he didn't.

"I've had my eye on you for sometime Ike... Why wouldn't I? You look exactly like me," Ike growled as the loquacious man smooth-talked his way closer. "Though it's the little things that fascinate me about you. How you are an alleged 'good guy' but you are brash and blunt. How you are brutal in the battlefield. How you feel the call of the temptress that is the moon's shadow." Ike didn't like the darkness. He hated it's alluring call and disgusting beauty... but he was more then happy to try focus on the dark corners of his familiar prison to avoid the iron gaze of his counterpart; but he didn't. He was meeting those horrible, dark eyes of his own. "I must confess something to you... I've been looking at you a lot more then I should." Ike blinked dumbly. He suddenly lost his ability to pronounce his words.

"Wha-what? Why?" The ringmaster laughed at his stuttering. Where was the big damn hero now?

"Call it my narcissistic sin." The ringmaster walked up to Ike and watched. Defensive instincts kicked in and Ike tried to fling himself at the ringmaster, ready to crush him and escape, only to be held back by the chains. "My, my... you're in a very bad mood." Adrenaline. Both of the men knew that it was flowing as anger in the the prisoner.

"You've locked me up bastard!" Ike yelled, "Why can't anyone hear me?" The ringmaster ignored him as he undid the bandana over his forehead and leaned in closer, paralysing the smasher in complete mortification.

"My... we can't have that kind of language here... I guess I'll have to silence you. Fuzzy Powder can't deafen every noise you make." Ike looked back at the ringmaster in horror before looking at his arms and tugging against the chains.

"I will get out." The ringmaster laughed.

"I will break you. I promise you that."

Was he about to die?

The man... the image of himself... the monster grabbed his chin and tilted his head up so he was looking into similar, glassy orbs to his own.

"You'll enjoy this."

"Wha..." Ike managed to ask before the ringmaster pulled him into a kiss. Ike tried to fight back, struggling his body and his tongue pushing against the ringmaster's, but it was no good. The ringmaster was using his own tongue to rub against the cavern of Ike's mouth. Well and truly, Ike was locked in the mirror's kiss.

The darkness was calling again. Louder this time.

The ringmaster's hands began to search Ike's muscular frame. It started looking for his weakness. The strong hands outlined every inch of Ike's perfect torso as the ringmaster parted lips with the smasher. Ike tried to struggle but the taunt chains and the mear presence of the ringmaster slowed his movements down. The bluenette tried to demand him to stop and rant at him, but the sensual hands fluidly rubbing his body made him 'nggh' instead. He shut his eyes. What was happening? He could feel his heart pumping faster and faster.

"L-Let go you bastard." The captor laughed at his stammering and cupped Ike's face causing his hateful victim to look at him. Lust was dancing in the dark pit of his eyes and the bluenette wanted to get away.

"Simply beautiful..." the ringmaster mumbled as he leaned forward as began kissing Ike's jaw.

"St-Stop it!" Ike yelled, "I'm you! Don't you find this weird? Sick?" Of course he didn't. This was the ringmaster of the Circo de la Luna. "Let go of me! Stop it! Stop this now! I have a girlfriend for Yune's sake!" He was ignored of course. He doubted this man even knew who Mia was.

Ike was scared, hell, he was petrified.

Ike gnawed at his lip, biting it hard and groaning loudly completely obvious to the way the ringmaster was looking at him, he moaned again his eyes screwed tight- Suddenly he was pushed backwards and he cried out his shock as he landed against the wall. The devil's incarnate appeared above him, hovering and licking his lips.

He would not succumb to the darkness' allure.

"You-you... get off me..." Ike mumbled as he tried wriggling his body.

"You're very cute when you try to resist me. It makes me ever so turned on." Ike was sure he would have vomited if he didn't feel so dry in the throat. The ringmaster changed his weapon of mass destruction and was now rubbing the canon Ike through his trousers. He started to kiss down his stomach feeling the muscles quiver under his touch until he felt a cold metal touch his chin. The ringmaster almost jumped but he then realised it was just his otherself's belt and he used his other hand to undo it. Ike watched the ringmaster undo his belt, trouser button before he paused, staring at the pants. "The chains..." Ike yelped as the ringmaster ripped off his best pants, leaving the smasher's perfect body exposed for all to see. "Much better. Don't you look yummy stark naked?" Ike glared again.

"At all, in you sick twisted head, does seeing yourself like this... and getting turned on... seem completely wrong?" The smasher's ears were greeted with wicked laughter. Now Ike was pretty sure he hated this person more then darkness.

"I'm you... so somehow you must find me attractive."

"I am nothing like you." Ringmaster Ike laughed at that.

"Ike. Look at me." Ike looked up again only to look back in hatred and pure loathing. It was horrible: feeling the scowl but seeing back a smile. The smasher stared into those deep obsidian eyes. They kissed again. It didn't take the men long to be panting into each other's mouths again, their lips connected once more.

Their kisses were fevered, their teeth bumping at times as the darker doppelganger tried to get closer to the burning heat, the delicious taste of himself. The master was the first to take control as he captured the man's bottom lip softly forcing Ike to open his mouth before sneaking his tongue inside, making Ike's moan deeply again.

The ringmaster was making use of every part of Ike's body as a playground for his erotic actions. The chained man knew that if he could see what he looked like now, he wouldn't be able to recognise himself. His face was red as a beetroot and he was sweating like a pig. Somehow, his hair had become disheveled and... he was a complete mess.

He was weak... stuck and trapped in the ringmaster's kiss. He would not accept it but Ike was slowly growing tired with fighting. "Have you taken Mia yet?" Ike's eyes widened at the ringmaster as he chuckled and felt the muscles on Ike. "I take it by your expression you haven't. So that means you're a virgin aren't you?" If it was possible, Ike turned an even darker shade of red.

The gaoler grinned again before throwing another kiss onto Ike: however, he made this one long and purposeful. Then slowly, the shocked open eyes he had, began to slump down. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying this degrading abuse from his own self? The darkness' allure... he was drawn in now.

"Let me go..." Ike flushed "stop... stop..."

The other man chuckled as he continued. Ike dug his nails into his palms feeling completely humiliated.

Used.

Violated.

Dirty.

Disgusting.

"You enjoyed that didn't you," the dark master whispered nibbling on the lobe of Ike's left ear. "You enjoyed that just as much as I did my sweet... fluffy." The ringmaster's own cummed hands stroked the frizzy blue mop on Ike's hair. The man grimaced, struggling to find insults to shoot back at the look-alike.

"Why..." he let the word hang as he panted.

"Are you finished for the night?" he asked as he planted a kiss on Ike's lips again, "I'm not quite done."

"I had enough of you. Just get away from me." The ringmaster kissed him again, but on the chest, and worked down to his legs. "Hey! What are you do-" He bit his lip again and stifled a moan.

Then... the inevitable happened.

Ike snapped.

It was too much to bare.

He couldn't hold it in anymore. Was it his own lust or defeat that had crawled in.

Ike had had it. He didn't care if the damn bastard didn't tell him why he was doing this anymore. He just wanted him to stop for good and go away. This was the enemy he never wanted to face again. Could he even look at himself after this humiliation? Could he even look at his own image? Was he upset because he was panting and crying like a child or because he had been destroyed by himself?

It was over.

It was from the moment the ringmaster had entered the room.

He had lost. He was broken.

The ringmaster had promised him his breakdown. The ringmaster always came through with his promises. And Ike would keep losing until the ringmaster got bored. He didn't tense up as the ringmaster prepared to enter him again and again.

The darkness' allure had finally won him over.


Trying to capture to horror of rape and the disgust a victim feels. Ike is turned on for a reason and RI actually does have a legitimate reason for 'using' himself. Let's see what the darkness is hiding. Censored version of course. Feedback is loved.

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