A/n: Yes it's me, with another fic, even though I have two others (One in collaboration with Tomgirl27 which is posted under her name.) that I should be working on that are posted on ffnet and another in the making. But this idea would NOT leave me alone until I wrote it down and YES it is rated R, it contains rape and probably some swears, but no worries I shall give warnings when the fun stuff begins. Unlike my other fic in my name all authors notes will have a/n in brackets, if it doesn't it is merely part of the story which happens to be in brackets. It is a story focused mainly on Tala, Kai, Bryan and an OC named Chrys. With a little OCOC and SpencerIan thrown in for variety. It will have romance and it will have angst. You have been warned on both points. It is also AU and beyblades will probably not enter the story, neither will their bitbeasts (I don't think, they might appear later, but I seriously doubt it.).
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT READ AUTHORS NOTES AND COMPLETELY MISSED IT IN THE SUMMARY, THIS STORY IS YAOI. And I plan on keeping it that way.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblade, no matter how much I wish I did. I'm not even making any money from writing this, it is purely for my own enjoyment. I do however own the three OCs that play a rather large part in this story. If you want to use them, email me and ask.
Free Me, Save Me
Prologue
Screams resound through the halls of his beloved abbey, music to his ears. Phoenix had disobeyed him. So had Falcon. How disappointing. How…fun.
His back was already slick with sweat and blood, what more did they want? Damn them all to the lowest to the seven hells.
Cracking, the metal-tipped whip flicked at the same spot over again. Phoenix ground his teeth together; they would not get him to scream like some rookie. A growl issued from deep in his gut, causing Falcon to look over at the navy-haired teen. Coated in the sticky substance, Phoenix rose from the scarlet pool surrounding him. Orbs of fire danced in the wavering torchlight that tried valiantly to brighten the dim atmosphere. The soldier lashed out again with his weapon, but only managed to slash at his arm, the leather deflected from his wounded torso. With speed that defied his current state, Phoenix slammed a fist into his enemy's gut, spun and caught the second man's neck. Soon both were left in the rippling crimson pool.
Grabbing a shirt to hide his bleeding chest and back, Phoenix pulled Falcon to his feet. Without words they came to a quick conclusion. If they were to get free, they couldn't go to the others first. They would have to return. Using the skills learned at the 'abbey' the two crept unnoticed into the dark, heading for the only complex where they would be safe. Aott.
End Prologue
Begin Chapter One- True Identities
"Sir, there are two young men outside who demand to speak with you. T-they are….not in the…best of shape."
The director blinked, staring at the intercom, before finally responding. "Send them in."
'Not in the best of shape???'
Falcon glared at the stupid female who had described them as out of shape. Then he snorted, they were more fit then her.
The teens passed her without any more recognition, she was obviously just a lackey. Pushing through an indicated door the two found themselves staring at what resembled a living room more than an office.
A couch and a few armchairs were seated around a large coffee table off to one side. The other held a large cabinet, a matching desk and a few bookshelves laden with thick volumes. Seated behind the oversize desk was an old man, who while seeming friendly, still held an air of authority.
"Who are you?"
The two replied immediately with what they assumed he wanted to hear.
"Phoenix"
"Falcon"
Names were not important to Biovolt, only fools forgot to answer with the name the abbey gave them.
"That could not possibly be what your parents named you, I want your name."
They blinked, he wanted their birth names? Mentally they shrugged it off.
"Kai Hiwatari."
"Bryan Kyznetsov."
The man's eyes narrowed and they suddenly struck with the idea that they had somehow misunderstood yet again.
"Kai Hiwatari and Bryan Kyznetsov were announced dead three years ago."
"What?!" Okay so maybe they hadn't been wrong, but this was even stranger.
"Sergei and Destiny Hiwatari, Derek and Rayne Kyznetsov searched for their sons for seven years with no leads. Eventually they had to pronounce them deceased. Many parents in the area went through the same thing. It is under speculation that a gang slaughtered them all, as they disappeared around the same time."
"Who e-else?" Kai was speechless, and only snapped out of his stupor at Falcon's question.
The director pulled open a compartment of his desk and flipped through a large pile of papers, reading off the names at the top of the sheets.
"Cravain, Ivanov, Tahacrai…" he trailed off when he saw their faces.
"Seaborg, Wolf and Snake, formerly known as Spencer Cravain, Tala Ivanov and Ian Tahacrai. They think we're all dead?! What about Renen Vishwar? Zarin Taulk? Chrys Caharin?-"
"Chrys Caharin?? You know him?"
"Yes sir. Cheetah is an associate of mine. We help each other out when we can."
"He sounds like your friend Bryan."
"Falcon. I don't have any 'friends', I have associates."
"Your name is Bryan, and you may not call him your friend, but that is what he is."
Falcon sighed, "Why are you so interested in Cheetah anyway?"
"Chrys is my grandson. His family took it particularly hard; he has brothers and sisters who have never even met him."
Kai looked up at him sharply. "Do I…?"
A small smile worked its way onto the old man's face. "You have a younger brother, Isthian, I believe his name is."
Both boys grimaced. "Isthian, what kind of name is that?"
"What sort of name is Phoenix, or Falcon?"
They fell silent. Their usual comebacks eluded them, besides, they figured Mr. Dickenson wouldn't appreciate being smart-mouthed to anyway.
The Aott director peered at the two teens through half moon spectacles. Their clothes were clinging to them, and they looked soaked in…..
"Take those off. NOW!" The command was evident and self preservation kicked in.
Both shirts were immediately removed, revealing torn muscles and bloody wounds criss-crossing both chests and backs. Pale scars tinted crimson reaching below out of sight.
Pressing the intercom, Mr. Dickenson requested that medical personnel and first aid kits be sent to his office. Even in his rush, he noticed the small tremors that plagued the lilac teen, his pale moonlit orbs out of view as he studied the soft carpet beneath his booted feet. His companion- Kai, shuddered once lightly in sympathy, Bryan had had… unpleasant experiences with 'doctors' at the abbey.
Flashback
(a/n: Warning! If you would prefer to skip the R rated material ahead, scroll down to the end of the flashback)
Falcon, on his way to the medical lab for his monthly once-over, started convincing himself the stories the older boys had told earlier were myths. They had admitted to not knowing the victims themselves; the stories having been told to them. Yet they each seemed to believe the horror tales of abuse and rape by the personnel running the practice. He pushed such thoughts from his already worried mind, doctors didn't hurt the students, the soldiers, teachers and director did. Doctors just made it less likely to become ill or infected.
Falcon found himself standing before the double doors into the infirmary, so he resolutely pushed through into a stainless steel lab- no, office. It was a doctor's office, not a lab, or at least, that's what he told himself.
A man in a white uniform with the Biovolt insignia on the breast pocket and right arm beckoned the eleven-year-old into the slightly warmer atmosphere.
Just like last month, the boy stripped to his boxers and endured while the professional prodded at his slight injuries and made sure he was in good working condition. As Falcon stood to gather his wardrobe though, a hand shot out and captured his wrist. The other soon joined the first, imprisoned within the grip of the strong thirty-some doctor. The man's second hand cupped the boy's porcelain cheek, before caressing the child's throat. Tracing a faint scar, the intruding hand came to rest at the waist of the silken boxers Bryan wore. All illusions of modesty were brutally cast aside along with those boxers. Whimpers were escaping the young one's quivering lips, a blush staining the pale flesh across his cheekbones.
The medic sat down, pulling a terrified Falcon onto his lap. The pure unblemished skin of his inner thighs sent fire through the child's system as experienced hands explored the uncharted area. Bryan quickly pulled his legs together, angling his body to protect himself from further invasion.
"Now, now my little bird."
Using his grip on the bruising wrists he forced Bryan into a more upright position, slipping his free hand between his thighs to the private area, currently hidden from view. Having exposed him once again, the man took advantage of the child's proximity, stroking his length, creating friction released shivers. Falcon's body responded on its own accord, pressing hard against the experienced man.
Unzipping his own uniform, the medic roughly captured the poor child's lips in a bruising kiss, choking off the scream that rose in the boy's throat as he thrust through Bryan's barrier without a seconds warning.
End Flashback
Falcon took no notice of the gentle hands that cleaned the blood from his tortured form. Shakes wracked his body and his eyes were distant, unfocused. One man unknowingly brushed the very scar that man long ago had traced, snapping Bryan back. Startled, the medic jumped back as Bryan dropped to his knees, mouth open in his desperate, terrified scream. Moonlit orbs darkened in remembrance to his pain, then shuttered themselves from view.
Pushing his own attendant away, the navy-haired fighter knelt next to his teammate and attempted to sooth the abused soul. Mindful of the slashes across Falcon's back, he pulled Bryan closer, rubbing his shoulders and neck to ease the tensed muscles, murmuring assurances in the softest tone he could manage.
A warning knock was placed on the elite dormitory, sending six teens back into awareness. The soldier entered, a wicked grin pasted over his usually passive features.
"I thought you would like to know: Your teammates abandoned you."
End Chapter One
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