Chapter 21

kairia: Me? Nice!? (--hysterical laughter--)

Jay Kamiya: Yeap, Bryan's godfather. Just twisting things a little

The Valkyrie: You're right. Pain can be ignored, but pleasure is a lot harder. That's the whole reason for these two chapters: to mess up Bryan's mind.

DranzerGirl: Bryan's parents got screwed over too, remember? I'm planning a fic that explains how they got mixed up with everything, but I haven't started it yet. Not sure if I will. Plenty more to do before that.

Mizuyah: The madness such continue until I say it ends

lilmatchgirl007: Hey come on. I wasn't the first one to call him Boris (--looks at Aoki Takao--)

HimekoSukie: You haven't seen anything yet.

Chaco and Lily: You want to kill Boris now, you just wait. :p

animeandraia: I'm trying to work out why they changed the names too. I like the original names, which is why in most of my fics you see Bryan Boris Kuznetsov and Tala Yuri Ivanov. I've also managed to work 'Kiki' in as well for Kevin by making it a nickname. And yes, you made sense. Don't worry.

Reiven: I WANT G-REV!!!! (--starts balling--)

Bloody Mary: The words to describe Boris at the moment would lead to the hand of God reaching down and squashing us all.

eyriess: One minute you want to kill me, the next you give me flowers? Oo ???

KuronekoHikage: You worked it out (--grins--)

Werewolf of Fire: Perfect no, genetically perfect yes. And Bryan's parents weren't going to let that happen which was why they were trying to get Bryan out of there... only Boris killed them before they could.

Padfootlet: He might die, he might not... but who knows right? Accept for me of course. :D

Rape and disturbing dialogue within. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: See first page

Bryan's eyes widened as Boris took him in his mouth, grey eyes watching Bryan's face. Bryan looked away, setting his jaw and forcing himself to block it out. Boris was playing mind games, that was what he was doing. This new attitude, this new disposition, it was all meant to try and make Bryan crack. Boris had already broken Bryan's body and emotions, now he wanted to go for the last thing Bryan clung to: his sanity.

Bryan clenched his fists, old anger bubbling up within. Bryan remembered each and every time Boris had forced him to his knees, often beneath Boris's desk, to pleasure the man against Bryan's will. Boris had forced him to do it with threats against the other boys, most often Tala or Panas.

There had only ever been one who Bryan had allowed to touch him as Boris was touching him now, and that was Panas. Panas had done this to Bryan when Bryan was 14, though that was as far as it had gone up until that one night that they had shared a bed.

For the last year, however, Bryan's fantasies had been of Tala. Fantasises he had brushed aside as foolish ideals. Bryan knew he wasn't good looking, that he was below average, and that his personality wasn't exactly attractive either. Tala would never like someone like him… and yet he had.

That kiss. The one in the dungeon. So unplanned and yet so perfect. It had told Bryan everything he needed to know about Tala's feeling toward him without Tala needing to ever voice his emotions. There had been no strings attached to that kiss, nothing hanging over their heads other than the fact they were going to die. No kiss had been the same.

Bryan tensed as he felt his body erupt, Boris drinking him deep as Bryan fell back onto the thin mattress, forcing himself not to pant. He closed his eyes, wishing he could make it all go away. He longed for those days hidden in the passage off the boiler room of the Abbey, lying in Tala's arms, surrounded by the younger's smell, his touch, his warmth.

Bryan became aware of the sound that made his stomach turn sour, and cracking open his eyes he spotted Boris removing his clothing. Bryan gritted his teeth as he realised Boris was planning on raping him again, already feeling the pain of Boris stabbing his way inside.

Bryan closed his eyes again, once more allowing his mind to drift. Why had he fought Tala in those final days before he had walked into the Abbey to cut a deal? And why had that sense of fear for the redhead plagued him so? Tala was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, Bryan knew that, so why had he been so afraid?

He felt the bed shift as Boris climbed onto it, hovering over Bryan and gently trailing kisses over Bryan's neck. Bryan couldn't help the frown as he felt Boris reach between them, gently stretching Bryan. This was new. Boris usually just forced his way inside. He never took the time to stretch Bryan, to prepare him.

Boris reached back and tugged Bryan's legs around his waist before easing his way inside. Yes, there was some pain, but nothing like the normal. It was more reminiscent of when Panas had entered him, when Panas had… Oh shit.

Boris plucked up the keys he had set down on the bed, undoing Bryan's restraints and freeing him. "Don't you run away on me, Bryan. I've wanted to do this for so long, and nothing will stop me now."

Bryan swallowed hard, mouth dry. Boris was trying to make love to him, that's what he was doing. While Bryan still hadn't given any consent, Boris was trying to make it seem that Bryan had.

Boris took Bryan's face in his hands, kissing him hard. Bryan tried to pull away, but Boris was insistent, tongue playing over Bryan's lips, seeking entrance that Bryan denied. Growling softly Boris started to move, thrust gentle yet forceful, it becoming clear that he wanted Bryan to enjoy it as much as he did.

Boris brushed that sensitive spot within, Bryan gasping involuntarily, Boris using this to his advantage and kissing him deep. Bryan shut his mind down, forcing himself away from then and there. Instantly his mind turned to Tala, just as it did every spare moment he had. It didn't matter what Bryan wanted to focus on, his mind would unwillingly return to Tala and the worry Bryan felt having left him just like that.

Bryan felt as if he were doing wrong, though he hadn't willingly allowed Boris to violate him like this. Tala was the only one Bryan wanted to dominate him. No one else. Not even Panas. And especially not Boris.

What was it about Tala that was doing this to him? It was like Tala dominated his every thought and desire. All Bryan wanted was the redhead. To kiss him, to touch him, to simply lay with him in the darkness of the night. There was something about him, something Bryan couldn't place. All Bryan knew is that he wanted Tala by his side. Even if Bryan had to die today he wanted to do so with Tala by his side, whispering everything would be fine.

It was like Tala was weakening him, though he was not there. It was that absence that was tearing him up from within, making it so hard to concentrate. What was Tala doing now? Was he thinking of him? Or had he given up?

Bryan fought the moan bubbling up from the back of his throat. He became aware that at some point he had caught hold of Boris's shoulders for stability, his nails digging into the man's flesh. This was wrong. Boris was never meant to make him feel good like this. It was supposed to be painful, agonising, making him hate him. Yet this was anything but painful, even pleasurable, making Bryan hate Boris all the more.

Abruptly Bryan felt his climax hit, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes closed, gasping. He heard Boris groan, feeling the man erupt within before he panted, Boris kissing Bryan gently before pressing his lips to the youngers ear, nibbling it.

"There is something I have kept from you, something I could never allow you to know. Something that Voltaire would have fired me for had he have caught wind of it. Now that Voltaire is gone, I can finally admit how much I admire you.

"I'm in love with you, Bryan Kuznetsov."

O-O;; Bet you didn't see that one coming. O-O;;

(--Runs away from angry mob of pitchfork, torch and shotgun armed readers--)