Title: Resurfacing
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one
Warnings: see chapter one
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of her characters. Any and all unrecognizable characters belong solely to me so do not touch. I am not making any money off of this and write with the sole intention to entertain.
A/N: In the episode 'Victory in Defeat' (the episode where Kai vs. Spencer), when the Bladebreakers first see Voltaire standing above them Kai mentions (or thinks to himself anyways) "To think that I once loved him." Sooo, it is obvious that there must have been a time when the two of them *kinda* got along. Being the person that I am I will, of course, twist this a bit.
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"Mr Dickenson?"
"Yes?" He stood from where he had been sitting next to Bruce talking. The doctor's face was dark though he had known that the news would not be good. Still, he had hoped...
"A word with you, if you don't mind." The doctor turned to Bruce, Mr. Granger and Judy. "With all of you."
"What's wrong? How's Tala?" Tyson asked from where he sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. "Is he going to be alright?"
The stares of all those young eyes on him, begging him to tell them that the red-head would make it through just fine, was hard to keep and he was forced to avoid them and looked back towards the four adults.
"It depends. I would like to discuss this with you first."
"But what happened to Tala? Was he attacked?"
"And what about the others?"
"And where's Kai?"
"Enough!" Mr. Dickenson lowered his voice when 16 pairs of wide eyes turned on him. "We are all concerned but it is in times like these that you must keep your wits. Now, the four of us are going to talk with the doctor. You all stay here until we come back."
"Is Kai is danger?" Max's big eyes started to water. "Is someone going to beat him like Tala and the others were beaten?"
"We will get Kai back, Max. But...just stay here until we come back." Judy kept her tone positive though her heart was all but. When Bruce had returned with a bloodied Tala without Kai she had felt the panic well up inside her.
"But mom--"
"The more questions you ask, the longer we are delayed, Max. Just drop it for now, okay?" Ray leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed. He was starting to understand why Kai always did this; it made you think clearer when you were relaxed and with your eyes closed you were not distracted by anything else.
"We will be right back." Mr. Dickenson mentally congratulated Ray. The Chinese boy seemed to have adopted the role as the voice of reason of the team. Without their captain and eldest member, the younger Bladebreakers were lost and confused. Ray had instinctively taken over.
'Ray would make a good captain, but I pray that we won't have to name him officially.' To do that would mean that Kai was truly gone and that was something he was unwilling to accept. 'How could all of this have happened? This was supposed to be a time of celebration, not mourning.'
He was glad and proud that the youngsters had shown such compassion and care for the four wounded Russian beybladers. He just wished that they had never found out at all.
*~*~*~begin flashback~*~*~*
"Have you searched the rest of the garage?" He held the crumbled pieces of the former blue blade in his clenched hand. Looking up he watched as the ambulance's blue and red lights disappeared around the corner as it sped towards the hospital.
"The police are still at it but it was as if he just vanished into thin air." Bruce leaned against the wall, a blanket draped over his shoulder to stave off the chill he could now feel since his black tuxedo was drenched in blood. Still, he doubted the shivers to be caused by the cold. It was the thought that a young bluenette was no where to be found that churned and goose bumps to form on his skin.
"Officer Bocadiv has hounds all over the place and choppers and search parties covering the ground but so far they haven't found anything."
He slammed his fist against the brick wall behind him.
"Damnit! I should have gone to find him sooner! What if Boris has already killed him?! I shouldn't have left him alone!"
"Be at peace, Bruce," he placed a comforting hand on the broad shoulder. "You have to pull yourself to together. Blaming yourself will not bring Kai back. We need to collect our wits. It is hard, but any mistakes now could prove lethal."
He was about to speak when the door near to them opened. Two men came hurrying outside, their fine clothes were wrinkled and covered in red blood but they didn't even notice it, both faces distraught. Catching sight of the chairman and his friend, they ran over.
"Stanley! We need you to come! There's been an incident."
"We know, he's been taken to the hospital--"
"No, he's still inside!"
"Who?" Tala had been hurt and Kai was gone; so who could they possibly be talking about?
"One of the Demolition Boys. Bryan, I believe."
"What?!" Bruce ran inside while the older men followed at a somewhat slower pace.
"How did this happen?" Mr Dickenson panted as he hurried next to the news bearers. Already Bruce had disappeared from view ahead of them.
"Out of the blue, during the trophy hand-over, Bryan was about to give it to Ray when he suddenly collapsed. He started to cough up massive amount of blood and is seemingly in a state of complete shock. We don't know what caused it."
He did. Kai's words from the night before came back to him;
'They are hurting them...You can't begin to understand what goes on within those walls...'
No, he couldn't, but he had an idea of how beastly the children were now being treated. He just hoped that they could end it before someone ended up dead.
He had prepared himself for what would have followed but still he felt his heart swell in anger and despair once they entered the large ballroom. People were shouting and running back and forth, cell phones against their ears as they called the hospital. Many stood still in shock of what was happening.
Ignoring the questions that were thrown at him, he pushed his way through the crowd towards the stage. Climbing the steps, he made his way to the centre. All the teens were there and he sighed; he had wished that they wouldn't have found out like this. Passing the White Tigers he stepped into the circle.
Sure enough, the lilac-hair blader laid on the floor, a large puddle of blood beneath him and more spewing from his mouth. The purple eyes were now white with pain and darted back and forth frantically as he gripped Ian's gloved hand in desperation. The burly blond figure of Spencer knelt next to the small friend though he didn't know what to do. Another blonde sat opposite them on the other side of Bryan, her hands checking the gasping teen's pulse as she spoke softly to him. Behind her, Mr Granger was making sure that the other bladers gave them enough room to work. The look on the senior's face was grave with concern, something that was very rare in itself.
Ambulances had arrived and carried all three Russians to the hospital as it was quickly discovered that Ian and Spencer's conditions were near critical. They had hid it well but the medics saw past it. The adults had tried to get the teens to board the busses back to their hotel but they were having none of that, insisting to accompany them to hospital. Especially Tyson, who must have been feeling the guilt of his earlier opinion of the Russian team.
*~*~*~end flashback~*~*~*
'And to make things even worse, now Kai is in Voltaire's hands.'
He had been surprised and suspicious when Ian had tugged on his suit, telling him that the senior Hiwatari had no doubt taken Kai. The small boy's eyes were free of all deceit and held only concern for his friends and Stanley found himself believing him, especially since he knew that Voltaire had been the one who had hurt Kai for the first, though not last, time.
"In here."
The doctor's voice broke through his thoughts as they were directed into a room.
Judy recovered first and walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair, her blue eyes filled with motherly concern. She raised a slightly trembling hand to brush a lock of the red hair that fell over the pale face but the boy did not stir.
"How is he?"
The answer was obvious but he feared that Tala had internal injuries that he could not see. The sight of the once confident and strong teen laying on the white sheets that were just a bit whiter than his skin was something he had never known would have affected him so badly. Rival or not, this was a child for Christ sakes!
"I am surprised that he still lives. The list of injuries is long. Too long..." the doctor murmured as he checked a machine that beeped weakly with each heartbeat monitored. "The injuries are external, internal and mental. The wounds on his stomach were no doubt made my quick swipes with a sharp object, no doubt a knife. His back is covered with healing whip lashes."
"Do you have an idea how long he has had them?" Bruce asked as he watched Judy take a hold of a bandaged hand, stroking the limp hand with her thumb in a soothing way.
"It's hard to tell. The open ones look to be about a week old. Yet beneath them he has scars that were no doubt inflicted as early as six years old. Also, we have found several broken bones that had never fully mended properly; they had been broken also around the age of six or seven. From what I've gathered he's been severely beaten all his life."
"What other damages are there?" Mr Granger asked though he didn't really want to know. When Judy had told him what was going on it had taken him all his self-control not to search out Boris and give the man a serious pounding.
"As before mentioned he has many broken bones, especially his ribs. Three of them had punctured his lungs. We operated to repair the broken walls of his lungs though we have to operate again to repair his ribs. The knife had stabbed several places in his stomach which led to heavy internal bleeding. And there's a hairline fracture on the back of his skull. Luckily the brain was not injured though his mental health..."
He sighed, unsure how to continue but forced himself to approach the next, more difficult topic.
"I suppose you know already that he has been sexually assaulted?"
"We do." Bruce sat down, horrid memories of Boris with the teen in the dank storage room grating at his mind.
"What do you make of it?" Sitting down next to his son, Mr Granger's face was stern though his eyes held deep concern.
"I have never encountered a person in such a state. His assailant had been...barbaric. That's the only thing I can describe it by though that is not saying enough. He has been forced upon many, many times and the coupling had been vicious. The...semen...we found in him suggest that it was more than one man. We found 5 different types. From the bruises and lacerations on his wrists and the shoulder dislocation on his left it is very clear that he had been tied down. In fact, I believe he had been bound for some time."
"He couldn't even protect himself."
They turned to Judy though her eyes never left the serene face. The blue orbs watered and her voice was strained. This was too much, too fucking much.
"He was tied down like some animal and treated far worse. He wasn't even given anything to eat and he's badly dehydrated. Am I right?"
The doctor nodded solemnly.
"Whoever his captor was they had been keeping him alive on several medications and vitamins which were no doubt injected into him. His body cells began to die anyways. Most noticeably are his eyes."
"What's wrong with them?" Bruce asked concerned. He hadn't noticed anything wrong with the boy's eyes. "They seemed alright to me. Has he gone blind?!"
"No, no," the doctor calmed them, waving the idea away with his clipboard. "He was wearing contacts which brightened his eyes but once we took them out we were taken back by the severe pigment die out that had taken place; his true eye colour has paled to a pasty grey."
The room fell silent as they processed the information. The only sound was the beeping of the machines and the occasional sniffle from Judy who dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. Bruce wringed his hands, not knowing whether to ask his question or not but concern won over.
"Will he live?"
The doctor sighed and ran his hand over his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath he turned serious but sad eyes on them.
"His chance of survival is less than 10%."
Bruce hung his head, gripping his tousled black hair. Mr Granger clasped his shoulder though the news hit him just as hard.
"Take it easy, Bruce. Tala is one tough dude. He is fighting the best he can."
"I waited too long. I should have been there sooner. Boris wouldn't have had the time to hurt him and Kai would still be with us."
It was strange; neither boys were his nor had he ever known them until meeting his son's team just recently. Even then Tala was a complete stranger. But he kept on seeing the scared, hurt eyes of the young boy when he had found him the dark, dusty garage. He had heard the loss of hope in the soft voice and seen the dying of a fiery soul in the blue eyes.
"And what about the others? How are Spencer, Ian and Bryan?" Mr Dickenson asked, hoping to bring up some better news.
"Similar treatment though no where near the devastation young Tala has been through."
He opened the file he carried and looked it over once.
"Bryan is currently still in surgery. A rib had suddenly popped and broken the tissue of his lungs. We found metal clasps had been holding it in place though they had been placed there rather carelessly. The surgeons weren't very good, it seems."
"They are the best there are, but the clasps had been purposefully implanted wrong."
"Boris?" Mr Granger asked his fellow senior who nodded. "That Bastard..."
"Well, we are correcting that, which had no doubt caused his collapse. His left leg will also be operated on. The shin has been almost cleaved in two. It must have taken a hard impact, causing the bone to split. Again, it had been treated but not properly."
He sighed but went on.
"Ian seems the luckiest of them all though his arm is broken and he has a head wound that we are going to keep closely monitored. And Spencer...I fear we do not have the equipment to try and restore his sight, not with how it has already been tampered with. I have contacted surgeons outside of Russia and quite a number will be flying over to see what they can do but the chances are rather slim."
"I see..."
Knowing that the four would want to discuss things amongst themselves the doctor excused himself and left the room, giving them some space.
"So, what do we do now?" Mr Granger asked when the silence became too loud.
"The police are leading a search party to try and find Kai. Our only hope of finding him is lying before us, unconscious and possibly dying. Three other teens are in serious conditions. We have a roomful of confused teens waiting us a few halls down."
Mr Dickenson tapped his cane thoughtfully on the tiles as he ran through the list.
"At least we can be grateful for some things. The officials have acquired a warrant and will search the Abbey. It will be closed down and the children will be sent to other foster homes or back to their parents since some had been kidnapped. The workers will be questioned and maybe then we will get more information on the happenings in the Abbey."
"And that sick demon is now behind bars." Judy's voice held a content fierceness that they had never heard before. "I dearly wish that he will be executed. With his history record there is no way that they will ever release him from prison."
"That's too easy a way out," Bruce argued as he came to stand next to the bed, eyes on the still figure as he watched the bandaged chest rise and fall ever so faintly and unevenly. "But he will be punished. I can guarantee you that."
She cupped one side of the boy's face.
"How could this have been allowed to happen? How could a person be so beastly as to bring harm to a child? How could Boris live with himself every time he looked down into those frightened eyes while he..."
She could not finish the sentence but they knew what she meant and asked themselves the same thing.
"How could a grandfather be so beastly as to bring harm to his own grandson?" Mr Granger balled his fists. "I will never strike Tyson, not even if the devil himself took command of me. What could be going on in Voltaire's mind every time he forced himself on Kai?"
"He has no mind. He has no heart. He's simply full of himself." She turned determined eyes on the three men. "And I believe that he hurts Kai in ways far worse than Boris did Tala."
"We've got to find him before its too late."
Gripping his cane, he rose to his feet and walked to stand before the window. While the others discussed possible tactics behind him he heard nothing as he stared out over the city.
Such a large place...
Such a large land...
He could be anywhere...
"Where are you, young Kai?"
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Nothing stirred in the large chamber except for a slight draft that fluttered past the long drapes and over the thick carpet. Still it was enough to disturb his unwanted, but needed, sleep.
Fighting to remain in the blissful pain-free world of unconsciousness he soon surrendered and his eyes opened. He found himself staring up at a ceiling that somehow seemed vaguely familiar. Awareness returned with a brutal blow and he shot up.
"No..."
A desk stood opposite the bed which he was laying in. Several books and school supplies still laid where they had been left though not a speck of dust was on them. The plush chair behind the desk was pushed slightly backwards, its feet having permanently left deep grooves in the carpet from having been standing there for the past many years. Against the wall to his left was a large closet whose doors were still open and half the contents had been removed, the other half left carelessly strewn over the floor, leading to a suitcase that sat open, packed messily with clothes and personal belongings.
"No...Not here...please, no..."
Looking down he cried out and jumped from the bed when he saw the once red stain, now brown with age, on the white sheets he had been laying on.
"No!"
Trembling, he backed up until he met solid wall. It was when he felt the cold surface did he realise his shirt was missing. He still wore his baggy pants but it was evident that someone had pulled them back on in a hurry. There was no pain to prove that the person had done anything to him, or maybe he was too terrified to feel it.
This place...his old room...
Everything was exactly how he had been forced to leave them.
Memories of his attempted escape resurfaced...
*~*~*~begin flashback~*~*~*
A small child, no older than eight, grabbed blindly at the clothes from the closet, stopping only to wipe away the tears from his crimson eyes. Brushing away slate-coloured bangs that hung in his face, he sobbed as he tried to jam everything into the small suitcase that sat on the floor nearby. Outside the night was dark and silent and the moon stood high in the black sky. The smallest sounds made his eyes dart towards the doors of his room like a frightened rabbit before continuing with his desperate packing.
'Got to get away...Got to get away...'
He yelped when he accidentally hit his arm against the edge of the suitcase, the unrelenting material jabbing cruelly at the big bruise that ran along his under forearm. Cradling the hurting arm against his chest, he continued.
Heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall and he froze.
'No! He's not supposed to be back from his meeting already! He can't be!'
Whimpering, he frantically tried to cover up his attempted escape and started to push the clothes back into the closet, ignoring his body's protest as he pushed it beyond its limits. Behind him he heard the footsteps stop before the door and the lock clicked audibly. The heavy doors started to open but its movement was stopped when it met resistance of the chair that had been propped up against it.
"Kai! What is the meaning of this?!"
"I'm coming, grandfather!"
His suitcase was still full and the rope ladder he had wished to use as an escape route still hung over his windowsill. Rising to his feet, he ran over and pulled it up.
"Open the door, Kai!" The deep voice was threatening and he bit back a fearful sob.
"Coming!" he called back though he fell to his knees to untie the knot that grounded the rope to the heavy desk. To his horror it had tightened from his test tugs and refused to budge.
A heavy fist slammed on the door and he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Open the damn door, boy!!"
"Just a moment, grandfather!"
That was obviously too long for the man and there was a silence before the door was smashed open, the chair breaking beneath the force. Light from the hall was blocked by the tall, broad figure that stood in the doorway, white hair gleaming.
Kai bit a hole in his tongue as he rose to his feet, keeping his eyes down. He felt the intense glare on him before it shifted to inspect the room. An extremely long minute passed before the cold voice spoke up.
"What are you doing?"
"I...I-I...wa-was...c-c-clean...cleaning...m-my...clos-closet." His voice trembled almost as much as he did as he slowly inched away, knowing that the man would not believe that excuse. He knew him well.
"Don't you dare lie to me!"
Long strides brought him to tower over the small child who fell to his knees in fear. Reaching down he roughly grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted him till they were at eye-level.
"What were you doing?!"
He couldn't answer. His tongue had twisted in fear and he could do nothing but sob incoherent pleas. The thick fingers were wrapped tightly around his throat and he tried to pry them off in hopes to breathe. Gasping, he whimpered.
"Grandpa...please..."
"You little runt, you were trying to run away, weren't you?! WEREN'T YOU?!?!" He shook the child savagely, not caring if the slender neck snapped in his vice grip.
Wriggling to escape, or at least breathe, Kai clawed at the elder's wrinkled but strong hands, trying to dislodge them. In his pitiful attempt to get away from the man he unknowingly kicked him in the stomach with his thrashing feet. Being a small child, and the man having the strength and resilience of an ox, made the kick a very weak one but it was enough to enrage the elder.
"How dare you?!?! I take you in and feed you and you fight me?! You need to be taught a lesson in respect!"
All struggles stopped abruptly at that.
"No! Please no! I'm sorry, grandpa! I'm sorry!!"
Muscled arms wrapped around him nonetheless and he craned his neck to see the bed drawing ever nearer.
"NO!! I won't try to run away again! I promise! Please, not that! Not that!!"
The servants of the Hiwatari manor startled when high pitched shrieks rang through the house once more, getting into every nook and cranny, leaving no one unaware of what was happening. However, they were powerless to do anything and with heavy hearts they went on with their tasks, trying their best not to cry themselves. The cries never stopped as long as the master of the house was in his grandson's bedroom.
*~*~*~end flashback~*~*~*
"Enjoying your memories?"
The same voice from his nightmares, only now calm and oily, jolted him and he straightened and turned to face the broad figure that had entered the room without him hearing him. The door was already closed and no doubt locked. He said nothing but watched the man with wary apprehension as he approached.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" His voice came out weak but for once he didn't care.
"Leave you alone? You've been alone your entire life. Surely you need some comforting?"
Voltaire grinned at the situation. Alone with his beautiful grandson in an empty mansion where no one could hear or find them. It amazed him that he had gone so long without the boy.
"I don't want yours. You have no right to keep me here."
For some reason he felt extremely self-conscious as the old man ran his eyes freely up and down his body. Folding his arms over his chest he tried to hold the man's stare but in the end he would have give in. He always did...
"Who then is there to offer it to you? Hm?" He took a step closer, smiling when Kai pressed himself back against the wall. "Boris was rather needy to get Tala back. I truly doubt the boy survived their...passion."
"I'm surprise you even know the meaning of the word," Kai muttered angrily, his concern making him forget his own peril. Voltaire was sure to remind him quickly.
Grabbing a fistful of the soft blue hair he yanked the head back as he leaned in.
"Who says I do?" he mocked as he started to drag the unwilling teen towards the bed.
"Let me go!"
Kai resisted, trying to wring his wrists free from the iron grip. He managed to free one wrist but Voltaire simply locked his arm around his waist, cruelly tightening it around the bruises. Tears sprang to his eyes as he gasped in pain.
With a careless shove, he pushed the struggling teen onto the bed, quickly following him down, straddling the hips that tried to buck him off. Grabbing the slender shoulders, he watched uncaringly as many flashes of fear and plea shone in the crimson eyes.
Such beautiful eyes...
For the longest of minutes they remained so; Kai too afraid to move and Voltaire enjoyably watching his grandson as he ran his hands over the smooth torso, kneading the skin in a somewhat calming manner though it didn't help.
"When did you stop loving me?" he asked the teen beneath him suddenly.
The question seemed to stop time in its tracks. Even his breathing slowed down. Or maybe he had stopped breathing all together? Looking through his long bangs that hung before his eyes he stared disbelievingly up at the only relative he unfortunately knew.
"What?"
"Look at us, Kai, grandfather and grandson, separated for many years. I recall a time when you would welcome my offered comfort. A time when you would allow me to hold you close and kiss away your fears. What happened to that time?"
"I was afraid and hurting and you took advantage of that. I was too young to know that what you did to me was wrong." He became increasingly aware of something hard prodding his waist. A hand was leisurely exploring his quivering body.
"But you used to love this--"
"Never! I used to tolerate this. I never loved this. I..." he faltered when the hand went dangerously below his navel but it stopped, waiting for him to continue, "I...I used to love you as a grandfather. And I thought you loved me too as a grandson."
"I did."
"Not like how a grandfather was supposed to! You lied to me. Every single word you ever said was nothing but a lie! You killed my parents! You killed them without remorse and then pretended to care about me when I was mourning!"
The hand went even further down and he jerked when it rested between his legs.
"Your parents would have destroyed you. You were a genetically perfect child. Had I left you in their incompetent hands your talent would have withered away along with your existence. Sacrifices must be made to allow the stronger to survive. And you were strong, Kai. I had never seen a child with such skills."
"What skills? In beyblading or in bed?" he hissed.
"It would have never come to that had you not resisted me."
"I was only five, you bastard! Five years old and still you tried to lure me into your bed! And when I refused you finally forced yourself on me! You ripped away my innocence while I cried and begged for you to stop--"
"Had you been more willingly I would not have been forced to use strength!" The boy's tone was not one he liked. "Besides, I was lonely and wanted only your returned love--"
"You had no right at all! It was your fault that grandmother left you! Yours! Not mine, yours! She hated you! You drove her away with your sick deeds! That's why she left you! It was your own fucking fault!"
A silence followed. Breathing hard from his shouting, Kai slumped back against the cushions, tired and feeling dizzy. He knew exactly the punishment those words would garner yet it was still very painful when an open palm caught him solidly on the cheeks.
"How dare you!" Voltaire hissed through clenched teeth. Despite his words he knew Kai was right. It had been his violent tendencies that had driven his beloved wife away from him. But to blame himself would make him weak so he had placed the blame on Kai. "You little bastard! Don't you ever speak those words to me again! Do you hear me?!"
His anger overtook him and he started to slap the boy savagely, whipping the head left and right. The ring on his finger caught flesh and tore it. A thin river of crimson ran down the cheek. With a mad growl he licked at it. The boy protested as best he could but it was not enough. It never was enough.
Kai gagged when the elder man's thin lips forced his apart, a hot tongue worming into his mouth, licking his teeth and tongue with ravenous need as the hands started to tug at the zipper of his pants. Fighting to keep his food down, he pushed at the broad chest but it was like pushing against a wall.
He hated it. He hated that someone, especially his own grandfather, touched him. Hated how he had been touched like this since before he even learned how to read. Hated how he had learned to slowly surrendered and stopped fighting the inevitable.
Voltaire chuckled when the teen fell still, breathing heavily and avoiding his eyes.
"I knew you would see that futile struggles would get you no where. Accept my touched, Kai. Accept your fate."
The hand dug beneath the waist of the pants and found him and he moaned as the warm fingers wrapped around him. Bucking his hips he tried to pull away but the hand merely tightened in warning. Forcing himself to remain still he refused to look the bastard in the eyes as the hand started to move.
"Don't..."
This wasn't the first time that Voltaire would do this; force pleasure from his unwilling body. His mind would be screaming in denial but his body would ignore it, satisfying the older man when he would spill his essence with a choked cry over the thick fingers and his stomach.
"Stop it..."
"Do you really want me to stop?" Voltaire grinned as he rubbed the growing arousal, smug pleasure on his face with each soft cry of guilty need fell from the full lips.
"Y-yes...let go..." He pulled at the hand though his legs parted on their own accord.
"Your body seems to want otherwise." Gripping a hip with his free hand, he stroked faster and harder till Kai was on the brink of release.
And then he pulled away, pinning the boy's hands above his head.
The loss of contact tore a whimper from him as his traitorous hips rocked, needing more. Opening half-lidded eyes, he stared up blearily into the steel grey pair above him. A pug smirk was on his grandfather's face. Knowing what the man wanted he shook his head stubbornly and turned away.
"Don't deny your need, boy. All you have to do is ask." Voltaire was rock hard simply watching the slender body fidget and twist beneath him, a faint flush of red tainting the boy's cheeks.
"I...won't....beg!"
He was hurting. His groin was on fire and tears were stinging his eyes. Clenching them shut, he pressed his lips together, trying to will his body to calm down but he was too far...
He couldn't last much longer; he *needed* release...
With a smirk Voltaire flicked a finger lightly over the boy's need, chuckling when Kai bucked against it.
"Just say the words, Kai."
When the teen shook his head again he gave the hardened arousal a single stroke. A lustful mewl escaped and he knew the boy was caving in. Leaning forward he licked at the lips until they parted, small pants of desire tumbling from them.
"Do you want this, Kai?"
His whole body was trembling. His hips sought some friction but the man kept the distance between them though he could feel the other's body warmth. Again the voice asked him.
"Do you want this, Kai?"
Closing his eyes in defeat, he turned away.
"Yes..."
The word was a mere whisper.
"What did you say?" Voltaire smiled triumphantly though he had heard it perfectly.
"Yes, grandfather. I..." He sobbed miserably. "I...I need you."
With a feral grin, the man grabbed a fistful of hair, pressing a bruising kiss onto the already swollen lips. His hand dove beneath the baggy material of the boy's pants and he stroked with lusty need. He almost came from the small cries of pleasure Kai made as he thrust into his hand.
"I hate you...I fucking hate you," Kai groaned though he pulled himself closer, burying his face in the thick white hair as his fingers curled around the fabric of the man's shirt. Tears of disgust and self-hate ran down but he didn't fight when his pants were completely removed and thrown carelessly on the floor.
Forcing himself to relinquish the sweet tongue, Voltaire pulled away and shrugged off his own clothes, leaving him in only his pants. Pulling Kai to lie against the pillows he resumed the stroking and caressing with his hands as he kissed paths all over the teen's face, settling for the spot against the neck where he could feel the younger male's pulse racing. He started to work the spot, marking the boy as his own.
His senses were overthrown by pleasure and hatred. Looking up with lust- darkened eyes at the ceiling above them he clutched the man closer to him as he felt the rush of his release wash over him. With a strangled cry he came in the hot hand.
Weak and exhausted, he collapsed back onto the tousled sheets. Blinking wearily, he didn't even flinch when Voltaire settled between his spread legs or when the man's voice whispered in vile content into his ear.
"My turn."
tbc........
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Read & Review, please.
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one
Warnings: see chapter one
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of her characters. Any and all unrecognizable characters belong solely to me so do not touch. I am not making any money off of this and write with the sole intention to entertain.
A/N: In the episode 'Victory in Defeat' (the episode where Kai vs. Spencer), when the Bladebreakers first see Voltaire standing above them Kai mentions (or thinks to himself anyways) "To think that I once loved him." Sooo, it is obvious that there must have been a time when the two of them *kinda* got along. Being the person that I am I will, of course, twist this a bit.
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"Mr Dickenson?"
"Yes?" He stood from where he had been sitting next to Bruce talking. The doctor's face was dark though he had known that the news would not be good. Still, he had hoped...
"A word with you, if you don't mind." The doctor turned to Bruce, Mr. Granger and Judy. "With all of you."
"What's wrong? How's Tala?" Tyson asked from where he sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. "Is he going to be alright?"
The stares of all those young eyes on him, begging him to tell them that the red-head would make it through just fine, was hard to keep and he was forced to avoid them and looked back towards the four adults.
"It depends. I would like to discuss this with you first."
"But what happened to Tala? Was he attacked?"
"And what about the others?"
"And where's Kai?"
"Enough!" Mr. Dickenson lowered his voice when 16 pairs of wide eyes turned on him. "We are all concerned but it is in times like these that you must keep your wits. Now, the four of us are going to talk with the doctor. You all stay here until we come back."
"Is Kai is danger?" Max's big eyes started to water. "Is someone going to beat him like Tala and the others were beaten?"
"We will get Kai back, Max. But...just stay here until we come back." Judy kept her tone positive though her heart was all but. When Bruce had returned with a bloodied Tala without Kai she had felt the panic well up inside her.
"But mom--"
"The more questions you ask, the longer we are delayed, Max. Just drop it for now, okay?" Ray leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed. He was starting to understand why Kai always did this; it made you think clearer when you were relaxed and with your eyes closed you were not distracted by anything else.
"We will be right back." Mr. Dickenson mentally congratulated Ray. The Chinese boy seemed to have adopted the role as the voice of reason of the team. Without their captain and eldest member, the younger Bladebreakers were lost and confused. Ray had instinctively taken over.
'Ray would make a good captain, but I pray that we won't have to name him officially.' To do that would mean that Kai was truly gone and that was something he was unwilling to accept. 'How could all of this have happened? This was supposed to be a time of celebration, not mourning.'
He was glad and proud that the youngsters had shown such compassion and care for the four wounded Russian beybladers. He just wished that they had never found out at all.
*~*~*~begin flashback~*~*~*
"Have you searched the rest of the garage?" He held the crumbled pieces of the former blue blade in his clenched hand. Looking up he watched as the ambulance's blue and red lights disappeared around the corner as it sped towards the hospital.
"The police are still at it but it was as if he just vanished into thin air." Bruce leaned against the wall, a blanket draped over his shoulder to stave off the chill he could now feel since his black tuxedo was drenched in blood. Still, he doubted the shivers to be caused by the cold. It was the thought that a young bluenette was no where to be found that churned and goose bumps to form on his skin.
"Officer Bocadiv has hounds all over the place and choppers and search parties covering the ground but so far they haven't found anything."
He slammed his fist against the brick wall behind him.
"Damnit! I should have gone to find him sooner! What if Boris has already killed him?! I shouldn't have left him alone!"
"Be at peace, Bruce," he placed a comforting hand on the broad shoulder. "You have to pull yourself to together. Blaming yourself will not bring Kai back. We need to collect our wits. It is hard, but any mistakes now could prove lethal."
He was about to speak when the door near to them opened. Two men came hurrying outside, their fine clothes were wrinkled and covered in red blood but they didn't even notice it, both faces distraught. Catching sight of the chairman and his friend, they ran over.
"Stanley! We need you to come! There's been an incident."
"We know, he's been taken to the hospital--"
"No, he's still inside!"
"Who?" Tala had been hurt and Kai was gone; so who could they possibly be talking about?
"One of the Demolition Boys. Bryan, I believe."
"What?!" Bruce ran inside while the older men followed at a somewhat slower pace.
"How did this happen?" Mr Dickenson panted as he hurried next to the news bearers. Already Bruce had disappeared from view ahead of them.
"Out of the blue, during the trophy hand-over, Bryan was about to give it to Ray when he suddenly collapsed. He started to cough up massive amount of blood and is seemingly in a state of complete shock. We don't know what caused it."
He did. Kai's words from the night before came back to him;
'They are hurting them...You can't begin to understand what goes on within those walls...'
No, he couldn't, but he had an idea of how beastly the children were now being treated. He just hoped that they could end it before someone ended up dead.
He had prepared himself for what would have followed but still he felt his heart swell in anger and despair once they entered the large ballroom. People were shouting and running back and forth, cell phones against their ears as they called the hospital. Many stood still in shock of what was happening.
Ignoring the questions that were thrown at him, he pushed his way through the crowd towards the stage. Climbing the steps, he made his way to the centre. All the teens were there and he sighed; he had wished that they wouldn't have found out like this. Passing the White Tigers he stepped into the circle.
Sure enough, the lilac-hair blader laid on the floor, a large puddle of blood beneath him and more spewing from his mouth. The purple eyes were now white with pain and darted back and forth frantically as he gripped Ian's gloved hand in desperation. The burly blond figure of Spencer knelt next to the small friend though he didn't know what to do. Another blonde sat opposite them on the other side of Bryan, her hands checking the gasping teen's pulse as she spoke softly to him. Behind her, Mr Granger was making sure that the other bladers gave them enough room to work. The look on the senior's face was grave with concern, something that was very rare in itself.
Ambulances had arrived and carried all three Russians to the hospital as it was quickly discovered that Ian and Spencer's conditions were near critical. They had hid it well but the medics saw past it. The adults had tried to get the teens to board the busses back to their hotel but they were having none of that, insisting to accompany them to hospital. Especially Tyson, who must have been feeling the guilt of his earlier opinion of the Russian team.
*~*~*~end flashback~*~*~*
'And to make things even worse, now Kai is in Voltaire's hands.'
He had been surprised and suspicious when Ian had tugged on his suit, telling him that the senior Hiwatari had no doubt taken Kai. The small boy's eyes were free of all deceit and held only concern for his friends and Stanley found himself believing him, especially since he knew that Voltaire had been the one who had hurt Kai for the first, though not last, time.
"In here."
The doctor's voice broke through his thoughts as they were directed into a room.
Judy recovered first and walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair, her blue eyes filled with motherly concern. She raised a slightly trembling hand to brush a lock of the red hair that fell over the pale face but the boy did not stir.
"How is he?"
The answer was obvious but he feared that Tala had internal injuries that he could not see. The sight of the once confident and strong teen laying on the white sheets that were just a bit whiter than his skin was something he had never known would have affected him so badly. Rival or not, this was a child for Christ sakes!
"I am surprised that he still lives. The list of injuries is long. Too long..." the doctor murmured as he checked a machine that beeped weakly with each heartbeat monitored. "The injuries are external, internal and mental. The wounds on his stomach were no doubt made my quick swipes with a sharp object, no doubt a knife. His back is covered with healing whip lashes."
"Do you have an idea how long he has had them?" Bruce asked as he watched Judy take a hold of a bandaged hand, stroking the limp hand with her thumb in a soothing way.
"It's hard to tell. The open ones look to be about a week old. Yet beneath them he has scars that were no doubt inflicted as early as six years old. Also, we have found several broken bones that had never fully mended properly; they had been broken also around the age of six or seven. From what I've gathered he's been severely beaten all his life."
"What other damages are there?" Mr Granger asked though he didn't really want to know. When Judy had told him what was going on it had taken him all his self-control not to search out Boris and give the man a serious pounding.
"As before mentioned he has many broken bones, especially his ribs. Three of them had punctured his lungs. We operated to repair the broken walls of his lungs though we have to operate again to repair his ribs. The knife had stabbed several places in his stomach which led to heavy internal bleeding. And there's a hairline fracture on the back of his skull. Luckily the brain was not injured though his mental health..."
He sighed, unsure how to continue but forced himself to approach the next, more difficult topic.
"I suppose you know already that he has been sexually assaulted?"
"We do." Bruce sat down, horrid memories of Boris with the teen in the dank storage room grating at his mind.
"What do you make of it?" Sitting down next to his son, Mr Granger's face was stern though his eyes held deep concern.
"I have never encountered a person in such a state. His assailant had been...barbaric. That's the only thing I can describe it by though that is not saying enough. He has been forced upon many, many times and the coupling had been vicious. The...semen...we found in him suggest that it was more than one man. We found 5 different types. From the bruises and lacerations on his wrists and the shoulder dislocation on his left it is very clear that he had been tied down. In fact, I believe he had been bound for some time."
"He couldn't even protect himself."
They turned to Judy though her eyes never left the serene face. The blue orbs watered and her voice was strained. This was too much, too fucking much.
"He was tied down like some animal and treated far worse. He wasn't even given anything to eat and he's badly dehydrated. Am I right?"
The doctor nodded solemnly.
"Whoever his captor was they had been keeping him alive on several medications and vitamins which were no doubt injected into him. His body cells began to die anyways. Most noticeably are his eyes."
"What's wrong with them?" Bruce asked concerned. He hadn't noticed anything wrong with the boy's eyes. "They seemed alright to me. Has he gone blind?!"
"No, no," the doctor calmed them, waving the idea away with his clipboard. "He was wearing contacts which brightened his eyes but once we took them out we were taken back by the severe pigment die out that had taken place; his true eye colour has paled to a pasty grey."
The room fell silent as they processed the information. The only sound was the beeping of the machines and the occasional sniffle from Judy who dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. Bruce wringed his hands, not knowing whether to ask his question or not but concern won over.
"Will he live?"
The doctor sighed and ran his hand over his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath he turned serious but sad eyes on them.
"His chance of survival is less than 10%."
Bruce hung his head, gripping his tousled black hair. Mr Granger clasped his shoulder though the news hit him just as hard.
"Take it easy, Bruce. Tala is one tough dude. He is fighting the best he can."
"I waited too long. I should have been there sooner. Boris wouldn't have had the time to hurt him and Kai would still be with us."
It was strange; neither boys were his nor had he ever known them until meeting his son's team just recently. Even then Tala was a complete stranger. But he kept on seeing the scared, hurt eyes of the young boy when he had found him the dark, dusty garage. He had heard the loss of hope in the soft voice and seen the dying of a fiery soul in the blue eyes.
"And what about the others? How are Spencer, Ian and Bryan?" Mr Dickenson asked, hoping to bring up some better news.
"Similar treatment though no where near the devastation young Tala has been through."
He opened the file he carried and looked it over once.
"Bryan is currently still in surgery. A rib had suddenly popped and broken the tissue of his lungs. We found metal clasps had been holding it in place though they had been placed there rather carelessly. The surgeons weren't very good, it seems."
"They are the best there are, but the clasps had been purposefully implanted wrong."
"Boris?" Mr Granger asked his fellow senior who nodded. "That Bastard..."
"Well, we are correcting that, which had no doubt caused his collapse. His left leg will also be operated on. The shin has been almost cleaved in two. It must have taken a hard impact, causing the bone to split. Again, it had been treated but not properly."
He sighed but went on.
"Ian seems the luckiest of them all though his arm is broken and he has a head wound that we are going to keep closely monitored. And Spencer...I fear we do not have the equipment to try and restore his sight, not with how it has already been tampered with. I have contacted surgeons outside of Russia and quite a number will be flying over to see what they can do but the chances are rather slim."
"I see..."
Knowing that the four would want to discuss things amongst themselves the doctor excused himself and left the room, giving them some space.
"So, what do we do now?" Mr Granger asked when the silence became too loud.
"The police are leading a search party to try and find Kai. Our only hope of finding him is lying before us, unconscious and possibly dying. Three other teens are in serious conditions. We have a roomful of confused teens waiting us a few halls down."
Mr Dickenson tapped his cane thoughtfully on the tiles as he ran through the list.
"At least we can be grateful for some things. The officials have acquired a warrant and will search the Abbey. It will be closed down and the children will be sent to other foster homes or back to their parents since some had been kidnapped. The workers will be questioned and maybe then we will get more information on the happenings in the Abbey."
"And that sick demon is now behind bars." Judy's voice held a content fierceness that they had never heard before. "I dearly wish that he will be executed. With his history record there is no way that they will ever release him from prison."
"That's too easy a way out," Bruce argued as he came to stand next to the bed, eyes on the still figure as he watched the bandaged chest rise and fall ever so faintly and unevenly. "But he will be punished. I can guarantee you that."
She cupped one side of the boy's face.
"How could this have been allowed to happen? How could a person be so beastly as to bring harm to a child? How could Boris live with himself every time he looked down into those frightened eyes while he..."
She could not finish the sentence but they knew what she meant and asked themselves the same thing.
"How could a grandfather be so beastly as to bring harm to his own grandson?" Mr Granger balled his fists. "I will never strike Tyson, not even if the devil himself took command of me. What could be going on in Voltaire's mind every time he forced himself on Kai?"
"He has no mind. He has no heart. He's simply full of himself." She turned determined eyes on the three men. "And I believe that he hurts Kai in ways far worse than Boris did Tala."
"We've got to find him before its too late."
Gripping his cane, he rose to his feet and walked to stand before the window. While the others discussed possible tactics behind him he heard nothing as he stared out over the city.
Such a large place...
Such a large land...
He could be anywhere...
"Where are you, young Kai?"
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Nothing stirred in the large chamber except for a slight draft that fluttered past the long drapes and over the thick carpet. Still it was enough to disturb his unwanted, but needed, sleep.
Fighting to remain in the blissful pain-free world of unconsciousness he soon surrendered and his eyes opened. He found himself staring up at a ceiling that somehow seemed vaguely familiar. Awareness returned with a brutal blow and he shot up.
"No..."
A desk stood opposite the bed which he was laying in. Several books and school supplies still laid where they had been left though not a speck of dust was on them. The plush chair behind the desk was pushed slightly backwards, its feet having permanently left deep grooves in the carpet from having been standing there for the past many years. Against the wall to his left was a large closet whose doors were still open and half the contents had been removed, the other half left carelessly strewn over the floor, leading to a suitcase that sat open, packed messily with clothes and personal belongings.
"No...Not here...please, no..."
Looking down he cried out and jumped from the bed when he saw the once red stain, now brown with age, on the white sheets he had been laying on.
"No!"
Trembling, he backed up until he met solid wall. It was when he felt the cold surface did he realise his shirt was missing. He still wore his baggy pants but it was evident that someone had pulled them back on in a hurry. There was no pain to prove that the person had done anything to him, or maybe he was too terrified to feel it.
This place...his old room...
Everything was exactly how he had been forced to leave them.
Memories of his attempted escape resurfaced...
*~*~*~begin flashback~*~*~*
A small child, no older than eight, grabbed blindly at the clothes from the closet, stopping only to wipe away the tears from his crimson eyes. Brushing away slate-coloured bangs that hung in his face, he sobbed as he tried to jam everything into the small suitcase that sat on the floor nearby. Outside the night was dark and silent and the moon stood high in the black sky. The smallest sounds made his eyes dart towards the doors of his room like a frightened rabbit before continuing with his desperate packing.
'Got to get away...Got to get away...'
He yelped when he accidentally hit his arm against the edge of the suitcase, the unrelenting material jabbing cruelly at the big bruise that ran along his under forearm. Cradling the hurting arm against his chest, he continued.
Heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall and he froze.
'No! He's not supposed to be back from his meeting already! He can't be!'
Whimpering, he frantically tried to cover up his attempted escape and started to push the clothes back into the closet, ignoring his body's protest as he pushed it beyond its limits. Behind him he heard the footsteps stop before the door and the lock clicked audibly. The heavy doors started to open but its movement was stopped when it met resistance of the chair that had been propped up against it.
"Kai! What is the meaning of this?!"
"I'm coming, grandfather!"
His suitcase was still full and the rope ladder he had wished to use as an escape route still hung over his windowsill. Rising to his feet, he ran over and pulled it up.
"Open the door, Kai!" The deep voice was threatening and he bit back a fearful sob.
"Coming!" he called back though he fell to his knees to untie the knot that grounded the rope to the heavy desk. To his horror it had tightened from his test tugs and refused to budge.
A heavy fist slammed on the door and he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Open the damn door, boy!!"
"Just a moment, grandfather!"
That was obviously too long for the man and there was a silence before the door was smashed open, the chair breaking beneath the force. Light from the hall was blocked by the tall, broad figure that stood in the doorway, white hair gleaming.
Kai bit a hole in his tongue as he rose to his feet, keeping his eyes down. He felt the intense glare on him before it shifted to inspect the room. An extremely long minute passed before the cold voice spoke up.
"What are you doing?"
"I...I-I...wa-was...c-c-clean...cleaning...m-my...clos-closet." His voice trembled almost as much as he did as he slowly inched away, knowing that the man would not believe that excuse. He knew him well.
"Don't you dare lie to me!"
Long strides brought him to tower over the small child who fell to his knees in fear. Reaching down he roughly grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted him till they were at eye-level.
"What were you doing?!"
He couldn't answer. His tongue had twisted in fear and he could do nothing but sob incoherent pleas. The thick fingers were wrapped tightly around his throat and he tried to pry them off in hopes to breathe. Gasping, he whimpered.
"Grandpa...please..."
"You little runt, you were trying to run away, weren't you?! WEREN'T YOU?!?!" He shook the child savagely, not caring if the slender neck snapped in his vice grip.
Wriggling to escape, or at least breathe, Kai clawed at the elder's wrinkled but strong hands, trying to dislodge them. In his pitiful attempt to get away from the man he unknowingly kicked him in the stomach with his thrashing feet. Being a small child, and the man having the strength and resilience of an ox, made the kick a very weak one but it was enough to enrage the elder.
"How dare you?!?! I take you in and feed you and you fight me?! You need to be taught a lesson in respect!"
All struggles stopped abruptly at that.
"No! Please no! I'm sorry, grandpa! I'm sorry!!"
Muscled arms wrapped around him nonetheless and he craned his neck to see the bed drawing ever nearer.
"NO!! I won't try to run away again! I promise! Please, not that! Not that!!"
The servants of the Hiwatari manor startled when high pitched shrieks rang through the house once more, getting into every nook and cranny, leaving no one unaware of what was happening. However, they were powerless to do anything and with heavy hearts they went on with their tasks, trying their best not to cry themselves. The cries never stopped as long as the master of the house was in his grandson's bedroom.
*~*~*~end flashback~*~*~*
"Enjoying your memories?"
The same voice from his nightmares, only now calm and oily, jolted him and he straightened and turned to face the broad figure that had entered the room without him hearing him. The door was already closed and no doubt locked. He said nothing but watched the man with wary apprehension as he approached.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" His voice came out weak but for once he didn't care.
"Leave you alone? You've been alone your entire life. Surely you need some comforting?"
Voltaire grinned at the situation. Alone with his beautiful grandson in an empty mansion where no one could hear or find them. It amazed him that he had gone so long without the boy.
"I don't want yours. You have no right to keep me here."
For some reason he felt extremely self-conscious as the old man ran his eyes freely up and down his body. Folding his arms over his chest he tried to hold the man's stare but in the end he would have give in. He always did...
"Who then is there to offer it to you? Hm?" He took a step closer, smiling when Kai pressed himself back against the wall. "Boris was rather needy to get Tala back. I truly doubt the boy survived their...passion."
"I'm surprise you even know the meaning of the word," Kai muttered angrily, his concern making him forget his own peril. Voltaire was sure to remind him quickly.
Grabbing a fistful of the soft blue hair he yanked the head back as he leaned in.
"Who says I do?" he mocked as he started to drag the unwilling teen towards the bed.
"Let me go!"
Kai resisted, trying to wring his wrists free from the iron grip. He managed to free one wrist but Voltaire simply locked his arm around his waist, cruelly tightening it around the bruises. Tears sprang to his eyes as he gasped in pain.
With a careless shove, he pushed the struggling teen onto the bed, quickly following him down, straddling the hips that tried to buck him off. Grabbing the slender shoulders, he watched uncaringly as many flashes of fear and plea shone in the crimson eyes.
Such beautiful eyes...
For the longest of minutes they remained so; Kai too afraid to move and Voltaire enjoyably watching his grandson as he ran his hands over the smooth torso, kneading the skin in a somewhat calming manner though it didn't help.
"When did you stop loving me?" he asked the teen beneath him suddenly.
The question seemed to stop time in its tracks. Even his breathing slowed down. Or maybe he had stopped breathing all together? Looking through his long bangs that hung before his eyes he stared disbelievingly up at the only relative he unfortunately knew.
"What?"
"Look at us, Kai, grandfather and grandson, separated for many years. I recall a time when you would welcome my offered comfort. A time when you would allow me to hold you close and kiss away your fears. What happened to that time?"
"I was afraid and hurting and you took advantage of that. I was too young to know that what you did to me was wrong." He became increasingly aware of something hard prodding his waist. A hand was leisurely exploring his quivering body.
"But you used to love this--"
"Never! I used to tolerate this. I never loved this. I..." he faltered when the hand went dangerously below his navel but it stopped, waiting for him to continue, "I...I used to love you as a grandfather. And I thought you loved me too as a grandson."
"I did."
"Not like how a grandfather was supposed to! You lied to me. Every single word you ever said was nothing but a lie! You killed my parents! You killed them without remorse and then pretended to care about me when I was mourning!"
The hand went even further down and he jerked when it rested between his legs.
"Your parents would have destroyed you. You were a genetically perfect child. Had I left you in their incompetent hands your talent would have withered away along with your existence. Sacrifices must be made to allow the stronger to survive. And you were strong, Kai. I had never seen a child with such skills."
"What skills? In beyblading or in bed?" he hissed.
"It would have never come to that had you not resisted me."
"I was only five, you bastard! Five years old and still you tried to lure me into your bed! And when I refused you finally forced yourself on me! You ripped away my innocence while I cried and begged for you to stop--"
"Had you been more willingly I would not have been forced to use strength!" The boy's tone was not one he liked. "Besides, I was lonely and wanted only your returned love--"
"You had no right at all! It was your fault that grandmother left you! Yours! Not mine, yours! She hated you! You drove her away with your sick deeds! That's why she left you! It was your own fucking fault!"
A silence followed. Breathing hard from his shouting, Kai slumped back against the cushions, tired and feeling dizzy. He knew exactly the punishment those words would garner yet it was still very painful when an open palm caught him solidly on the cheeks.
"How dare you!" Voltaire hissed through clenched teeth. Despite his words he knew Kai was right. It had been his violent tendencies that had driven his beloved wife away from him. But to blame himself would make him weak so he had placed the blame on Kai. "You little bastard! Don't you ever speak those words to me again! Do you hear me?!"
His anger overtook him and he started to slap the boy savagely, whipping the head left and right. The ring on his finger caught flesh and tore it. A thin river of crimson ran down the cheek. With a mad growl he licked at it. The boy protested as best he could but it was not enough. It never was enough.
Kai gagged when the elder man's thin lips forced his apart, a hot tongue worming into his mouth, licking his teeth and tongue with ravenous need as the hands started to tug at the zipper of his pants. Fighting to keep his food down, he pushed at the broad chest but it was like pushing against a wall.
He hated it. He hated that someone, especially his own grandfather, touched him. Hated how he had been touched like this since before he even learned how to read. Hated how he had learned to slowly surrendered and stopped fighting the inevitable.
Voltaire chuckled when the teen fell still, breathing heavily and avoiding his eyes.
"I knew you would see that futile struggles would get you no where. Accept my touched, Kai. Accept your fate."
The hand dug beneath the waist of the pants and found him and he moaned as the warm fingers wrapped around him. Bucking his hips he tried to pull away but the hand merely tightened in warning. Forcing himself to remain still he refused to look the bastard in the eyes as the hand started to move.
"Don't..."
This wasn't the first time that Voltaire would do this; force pleasure from his unwilling body. His mind would be screaming in denial but his body would ignore it, satisfying the older man when he would spill his essence with a choked cry over the thick fingers and his stomach.
"Stop it..."
"Do you really want me to stop?" Voltaire grinned as he rubbed the growing arousal, smug pleasure on his face with each soft cry of guilty need fell from the full lips.
"Y-yes...let go..." He pulled at the hand though his legs parted on their own accord.
"Your body seems to want otherwise." Gripping a hip with his free hand, he stroked faster and harder till Kai was on the brink of release.
And then he pulled away, pinning the boy's hands above his head.
The loss of contact tore a whimper from him as his traitorous hips rocked, needing more. Opening half-lidded eyes, he stared up blearily into the steel grey pair above him. A pug smirk was on his grandfather's face. Knowing what the man wanted he shook his head stubbornly and turned away.
"Don't deny your need, boy. All you have to do is ask." Voltaire was rock hard simply watching the slender body fidget and twist beneath him, a faint flush of red tainting the boy's cheeks.
"I...won't....beg!"
He was hurting. His groin was on fire and tears were stinging his eyes. Clenching them shut, he pressed his lips together, trying to will his body to calm down but he was too far...
He couldn't last much longer; he *needed* release...
With a smirk Voltaire flicked a finger lightly over the boy's need, chuckling when Kai bucked against it.
"Just say the words, Kai."
When the teen shook his head again he gave the hardened arousal a single stroke. A lustful mewl escaped and he knew the boy was caving in. Leaning forward he licked at the lips until they parted, small pants of desire tumbling from them.
"Do you want this, Kai?"
His whole body was trembling. His hips sought some friction but the man kept the distance between them though he could feel the other's body warmth. Again the voice asked him.
"Do you want this, Kai?"
Closing his eyes in defeat, he turned away.
"Yes..."
The word was a mere whisper.
"What did you say?" Voltaire smiled triumphantly though he had heard it perfectly.
"Yes, grandfather. I..." He sobbed miserably. "I...I need you."
With a feral grin, the man grabbed a fistful of hair, pressing a bruising kiss onto the already swollen lips. His hand dove beneath the baggy material of the boy's pants and he stroked with lusty need. He almost came from the small cries of pleasure Kai made as he thrust into his hand.
"I hate you...I fucking hate you," Kai groaned though he pulled himself closer, burying his face in the thick white hair as his fingers curled around the fabric of the man's shirt. Tears of disgust and self-hate ran down but he didn't fight when his pants were completely removed and thrown carelessly on the floor.
Forcing himself to relinquish the sweet tongue, Voltaire pulled away and shrugged off his own clothes, leaving him in only his pants. Pulling Kai to lie against the pillows he resumed the stroking and caressing with his hands as he kissed paths all over the teen's face, settling for the spot against the neck where he could feel the younger male's pulse racing. He started to work the spot, marking the boy as his own.
His senses were overthrown by pleasure and hatred. Looking up with lust- darkened eyes at the ceiling above them he clutched the man closer to him as he felt the rush of his release wash over him. With a strangled cry he came in the hot hand.
Weak and exhausted, he collapsed back onto the tousled sheets. Blinking wearily, he didn't even flinch when Voltaire settled between his spread legs or when the man's voice whispered in vile content into his ear.
"My turn."
tbc........
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