NOTE: Hehe~! Surprise! Hello there ^^. Ugh, I'm not suppose to post Chap. 2 without updating NGB. But... I can't help it XO. I'm so excited for the reactions from you guys! And Aion-san's still busy, I think. So let's play for a while!
As promised, this fic contains lemon every OTHER one to three chapters. And by the way, I just remembered. So I really got many reader!? It's just that you don't review because you can't do English properly? Oh come on! That's not a valid excuse! But anyway, thanks for those who reviewed for the first time. (yeah, I'm talking with YOU!). And thanks for the support for NGB. I deeply appreciate it. So... Here you are! A RAPE SCENE! Now, I won't say sorry at all. And if you want to blame someone for this, then bug Kanon-chan, Kei-chan and the writer of the fic 'Red eyes x Betray x Scream.' They are the MASTERMIND! Ahaha~!
Oh, and another. According to that link that my dearest LJ friend gave me (another mastermind), tacuma811-chan (she's here also! A full-time FujiTezuka fan) that's about the steps doing fics (just PM me if you want to have it... come on! let's go and sin some more!), it said that when writing sex scenes, you must not literally SPELL OUT the noises the characters were doing during the scene. Example: Say "he groans in pleasure" instead of "OHHH~! AAAHH! Oh my GOOOOD!" Well, because it looks ridiculous. But since isa akong malaking LOKA-LOKA (I'm a very goooooooooood girl!), I fucking love Yuki Kaida (seriously, her voice as Kurapika while screaming from the Drama CD was still ringing in my ears, to think that it's been so long since the last time I listened to it), and I hate it BORING, I REFUSED TO FOLLOW THE GUIDELINES! Ahaha, yeah. I do believe that FUN. Is. In. The journey! I love working in this chapter. And I promise you you'll love this too. Wait for the next stuffs and I won't be surprised if you force me to marry you~!(or hang me upside down to die?)
And another! (sorry for being talkative, I'm having some problems at home.) I received a review about 'if this fic could only be serious...' Now, if you would skip the lemon scenes (now looking at your face, doubting if you could do such thing XD) then I can say that this fic contains SERIOUSNESS. Really. Since I'm a big fan of bonbonpich-sama and I'm an envious bitch, I decided to work on two 'mainstream' fics at a time just like her! So I'm planning to publish this with NGB alternately. SD relates more about the Mafia, including stuffs like prostitution, corruption, and such things that connects into the darkest side of the world. HEY I'M SERIOUS! Believe it or not, I'm more than someone you're thinking of. And as for NGB, that fic's more about a life of a writer (and reader) and how he sees the world, how he seeks for changes and how his life affected his works. Like that. The lemon and orange stuffs were just... HAHA~! So, yeah! This fic is really something, you know! As I told back there on NGB, I'm trying hard to justify this pair. So I'm not working half-ass.
Okay... I think I've said enough. I'll be publishing NGB as soon as I can. And by the way, we got problems at home, regarding my good for nothing sisters. I have to WORK (I'm supposed to work on my resume this time but... Well~!) on a fast-food chain (yeah... DELAY. Sorry.) to send myself on school. I have to. I don't think I'll let myself left behind now that most of my social friends in net are doing their bests in life and I want to set myself as a good (SERIOUSLY!?) example to my young readers.
Okay this is serious. I'm off. Haha. The net shop got no printer, I have to look for the other shop. ENJOY~! And don't you ever forget to review!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HXH.
BETA: NONE. (HEY, you guys want this beta-ed? it would take time so it's up to you!)
Chapter 2: A Forced Agreement.
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What was happening?
He was lying down on a bed inside a small room. He didn't know where he was, or even how come he ended on the place. His broken arm was tended. His bleeding head was bandaged. His wet clothes were changed. He was being nursed by the person who gave all of these wounds to him in the first place.
And Kurapika couldn't help asking: "What are you doing? What are these all about?"
"I already answered you earlier. Stop asking nonsense and go to sleep."
"No, you did NOT answer anything at all. What else do you want from me? I'm already giving up my eyes. I was prepared to die back there. What are—"
"Looks like you're not going to sleep at all." Kuroro was sitting in a chair not that far from Kurapika's bed. He got tired of the brat's questions so he rose up from his seat then walked towards him.
"Answer me. What do you want?"
"You really want to know?" Kurapika's eyes didn't waver, so the man casually topped over the lying figure then he adjusted himself in an awkward position.
Kurapika was shocked. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? GET OFF ME!"
"I'm answering your question," the man captured the enraged Kuruta's lips using his. Having the worst body conditions, Kurapika couldn't do much, even pushing the man away. All he managed to do was to bite the man's lips. The man pulled away, blood was trickling from his lips.
"Oh, you're a hard one?"
"GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHO BASTARD!"
"Okay brat. Let's get this straight. Believe it or not, I got five pairs of the Kuruta eyeballs. I got them with the help from my comrades. I also got your phone. I can track down your friends' whereabouts and I'll order the Ryodan to finish them off. I got my contact back at the Mafia, they'll go after you once I reveal that there's a reckless, insane but pretty Kuruta who survived the massacre. My comrades are looking for you. The Mafia might go after you. Your friends' lives are in the line. And I got the information about the most of the Kuruta eyeballs whereabouts. I got all of the upper hands against you. And apparently, you hold nothing against me. You're falling behind. Defeated. But you might have a chance to survive" the man slipped a smirk before finishing, his head lowering closer to his, "...with me as your key."
"Stop beating around the bush. WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"
Kuroro incredulously smirked. "I'll be making with you tonight, and I want you to do nothing but to cooperate. That's clear enough?"
Kurapika's eyes turned bright scarlet. "Let me go you PERVERTED BASTARD!"
Kuroro chuckled. "Reluctant? Alright, I want that. Let me see what you can do."
"LET ME GO!" No way. There was no way in hell for this thing to happen. Not his pride and dignity. They were the last thing he had got.
"Now, Kurapika..." Kuroro took the blond's limp hands by holding his wrists and he stretched them upward. Oblivious to the boy, the man was holding... a long strand of chain.
"We'll be finish in no time if you just comply. This won't hurt that much, just a little. But I'm sure you can cope with this. It's your friends' lives and your clan's eyes that are at stake. And maybe you'll like this yourself I won't be surprised if you ask for more."
"NOOOO! Let me go! LET ME GO!"
"Don't waste your breath, no one will hear you. But... I don't mind you screaming. You can do what you want."
The man just finished chaining the Kuruta's wrists on the headboard of the bed. Kurapika could feel nen from the metals. He couldn't take it. His own weapon was straining him to protect and defend himself. This was the worst. He couldn't see any route to escape.
"Don't do this! Just KILL ME! Damn it, Please stop this! STOP!"
"Go ahead. Beg. I want that. Let's have the most out of it tonight," the man roughly torn the kid's shirt, revealing his small torso. "Sorry, I can't promise I'll be gentle tonight. Not for our first time."
"NOOO!"
The man started to nibble the blond's neck. Purple marks were planted on the boy's pale skin. Kurapika was squirming like mad, he was twisting around, trying the shove the man off him. The chains on his wrists audibly sounded as he moved, and it made Kuroro more impatient.
"STOP!"
Kuroro's lips had started to run down on the boy's chest and it reached for one of his nipples. He casually licked it, and he earned more protests from the boy.
"STOP IT PLEASE!"
Really, the boy hadn't got the idea that the more he asks the man to stop, he would just go even more.
The man didn't play around anymore. He reached for the bottom and casually pulled the boy's pants off. It revealed more skin that bade his blood. He parted the boy's legs and he positioned himself in the middle.
"Now I'm pretty sure you'll like this."
On Kurapika's side, the boy was already praying for the world to come to its end. He was asking help from no one. He was asking why the hell did this thing had to happen to him. He wondered what on earth had he done to deserve this.
"No! No... STOP IT!"
The man already said. No one could hear him. He was alone. All the time. And this was the very moment that he needed help from others. But no one would be there to help.
No one.
"Stop it! Stop!"
He felt it. The man's tongue and his tight grip on his thighs, preventing them to move. He badly wanted to kick the man's face as he started to suck... hard. The man was doing something very disgusting on him he promised if there was a knife nearby, he would kill himself right away.
"NO! STOP IT! Tss..." he hissed. He could do nothing but to scream and to plead? How useless he was.
He couldn't breathe. The man's actions on him were already taking its consequences. His legs and feet were twisting on their own. His arms felt so heavy, now that his right wasn't functioning. He closed his eyes so tight then he bit his lips, making them bleed. He balled his hands on tight fists. He could no longer scream. His pounding heart was constricting his lungs. His body wasn't blinded by his hate and disgusts, for he was feeling something that the man had been forcing him to feel...
Pleasure.
It was no use. His screams would just worsen the scenario. He was defeated. Toyed. Stained. He felt worse than anything. He badly wanted to die right now.
And it looked like the man just realized that he was successful in arousing and taming the wild and reluctant boy. He rose up and said; "I told you, it's no use. Just comply. I bet you like what I did."
Kurapika hid his face on his arm that was stretched up. But it failed to cover his flushing cheeks and his flaming but empty scarlet eyes. The blond gritted his teeth in rage. Nothing could be clearly seen on it. Nothing, but wrath.
"Let's have our main course, shall we?"
Kurapika gulped and closed his eyes tight, holding back his tears, preparing himself for what was about to happen. His panic and screams earlier was enough prize for this bastard. He braced himself, swearing that no matter what happens, he would never make any noise, neither from pain nor pleasure. He forced his face to show nothing. He tried his best to be as cold as ice, no matter how hot he was feeling.
Without even preparing the blond, Kuroro casually positioned himself in front of the boy. To escape his fate, Kurapika buried his face to his arm deeper. But his arm wasn't able to hide his gasp when Kuroro entered him. Pain shot all over him. It was the worst physical pain he ever received, he thought. He could feel blond dripping out of him. He bit his lips even more to stop himself from making sound. It added more pain on his body. Blood ran down on his cheeks. He tasted some on his tongue.
"AAARRGH!" He couldn't hold the pain anymore as the man started to thrust. The pain worsened ten times as Kuroro added speed. Red-tinted tears came from his eyes, he couldn't even wipe them out. It was really painful. The man was a ruthless killer. Of course he was violent. Being aggressive on bed wasn't something to be shocked about.
Kurapika felt wasted more than ever. He slightly opened one of his eyes, and the triumph and disgusting smirk the man's face had the Kuruta's world to come crashing down on his feet. No more dignity and pride to hold on. He was stained to the core.
Kuroro slammed him harder, he actually placed a possessive hand in front of him.
"Aah!" he involuntarily yelped. It couldn't be help. He couldn't suppress them entirely. The pain... and the pleasure were too much to contain. His body couldn't comply on his brain's orders. Even his eyes were turning brighter on their own. His heart was pounding, his breath was uneven. The seconds turned to minutes. And as those minutes passed, more unintentional and involuntary gasps and moans escaped from Kurapika. He was holding his sobs. He was holding back his tears so hard. He tried to break free from the chain. It clanked and rattled, but he himself knew that it was impossible. He could feel powerful aura from the chain, even from the headboard itself.
The blond let out a yelp as the man hit him deeper. He was holding himself again, trying hard to get used to the pain so that he wouldn't make noise anymore. The moments prolonged, Kuroro was holding his constant speed. The blond tried to endure it; he kept his mouth tightly shut. He ignored the pain. He instead collected and compressed them to his heart to fuel his wrath towards the Genei Roydan. Come to think of it, what a good, another reason to hate the band of thieves. This unbearable pain was nothing compare to any wounds Kurapika had suffered from. He swore he would return the pain hundred times worse to this demon and his fellowmen once he had the chance. Nothing on this universe could ever stop him from doing so. And if complying to Kuroro Lucifer's sexual desire to him was a way...
So be it.
He withstood the pain and let the pleasure to take over...
His breath. His screams. His moans and his occasional gasps. Kuroro wasn't wrong for letting the last survivor of the Kuruta clan to live. He never felt like this before. The kid finally complied. He couldn't help to be a little proud of himself. He was able to subdue the wildest cat he had ever face. He was admittedly so aroused. He couldn't get enough from the kid. He couldn't remember how come a composed, well-mannered and educated man like him had turned upside down into a maniac by this mere little avenging Kuruta. Yet, he didn't care. He couldn't get enough from the boy. His enraged scarlet eyes along with his tears, his angelic face and delicate physique, his wild stunts and his cleverness. Everything matched the man's unusual taste. And everything about this boy was enough to turn him on.
Indeed, Kurapika was a piece of art and beauty. And Kuroro Lucifer was a type of person that couldget everything that he liked. And as he marked the boy as his property, Kuroro wondered what else his new possession could give to him.
More moments passed. Kurapika managed to cope with what was happening (and he was deeply surprised with himself). It seemed like the man was satisfied enough to see him gave in. He slowed down and stopped gradually. Kurapike felt something warm inside him that wasn't supposed to be there and felt like the whole world was turning its back on him.
He opened his eyes, Kuroro's face greeted him. The man casually topped over him again. His black orbs bored to the scarlet one.
"This is what will happen once you decided to mess with Genei Ryodan. Be thankful I'm not that interested to drag your friends in here, but I might change my mind should you try to do something funny again. I'll be giving you two pairs of Kuruta eyes. I'll send them to you via security account. I'll tend to your right arm, heal yourself right away. Take a bath if you feel like it. I don't want you dead for now. If you're thinking about killing yourself, think twice: if you're dead then no one would stand against us. The Kuruta clan would be entirely wiped out. And I assure you, your friends would follow you right away on the after-life."
Kurapika forced his face to be emotionless. But his blank, scarlet eyes couldn't hold his tears anymore. They fell on his cheeks, staining his pale face with red moist.
Kuroro himself wiped them out for the boy. He reached for the chains on Kurapika's wrists and he freed them. "Don't cry. This is only just the beginning: brace yourself for more. You deserve it. You should have thought that your recklessness could lead you in troubles like this. This is your fault. Now, wash yourself and take a rest. Go ahead."
Kurapika's arms limply fell on the bed. They seemed to be heavier this time. But the Kuruta pulled them and he pushed himself up on the bed to do what the man said. He reached for the bathroom, his left hand was clutching his right arm, with his eyes empty as though his sanity had left him.
He couldn't feel himself anymore.
The pain was too much, he was oddly feeling numb. He was so tired to think and to feel. He didn't know what to do next.
He seized the shower's knob and turned it. As he sat on the bathroom's floor, he let the water wash him, wishing the fluid could wipe away the pain, stain, wrath and sadness, along with his red tears and blood. The red fluids mixed with the water on the tiled floor as Kurapika coiled himself into a ball, sobbing hard and crying out loud.