Anomie: The Tale of Voldo and Vercci

Author: Xanthos Samurai

Rating: R

Warnings: Yaoi/slash, whatever you want to call it – this fic features two men in a homosexual relationship. Also, violence, cannibalism, coarse language and hints of sadism/masochism. Read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: Voldo belongs to Vercci and Vercci belongs to Namco, so I don't own any of them. :weep:

Feedback: Please!

Thanks to: aNGeLz3x ( As long as I can change at least one person's perspective of Voldo, then my mission has been accomplished! All the stuff that's in the summary will eventually happen, I just gotta get around to it. Thanks for reading and please continue to do so!), Bubonic Apple (Your comments always make me laugh. I was heavily debating whether or not to make Voldo talk – I was worried that it would be too out of character for him, but then I figured that it was the Money Pit that made him lose his sanity, so he could probably talk before he was left in it. Hooray for cultists! But I'm afraid that I can't marry you. Mah gf would get pissed. But continue to make sacrifices:wink:), Daryl-chan (If Vercci's beginning to freak you out, then he has EXACTLY the effect I wanted. He's not a good person. He's evil evil evil evil and naaaaaaaaastay. XD Freakier than in-game Voldo? That's quite an accomplishment. Be sure to keep reading 'cause it only gets better!), dragonknight (That was my state of mind when I started to write this fic: Why WOULD someone like Voldo serve another man so loyally? This is only my version of why – I'm sure that other people may disagree. I'm glad you like it though!), NightmareFX (YES! Another convert! Voldo rocks. I'm glad it's fun to read! And no fear, I have no intention of stopping this any time soon! Voldo and Vercci are too much fun!), eitak renmus (I hate slash fics where the characters just jump into bed with one another. Most real people don't work that way, and since I try to keep my fanfiction as realistic as possible, there is always a big buildup before anything happens, especially with these two. The bonds between them take a long time to form, yanno? Thanks for thinking it's fantastic and be sure to keep reading!)

Notes: Last chapter got such a great response that I feel very inspired to continue this! Many, many apologies for the long delay between chapters – high school is a bitch. But the year is winding down, so I hope to update much more frequently. In this chapter, things get a little more intense between Voldo and Vercci as we see more of Vercci's motives unfold…

The sensation of being clean once again was a strange but not unwelcome one for Voldo. He had not cared anything for being sanitary while living as an animal, but the bath had clearly done him good. The stinking grime was gone from his skin and the grease and itching dirt had been washed from his hair. He wondered, however, why the human had been so interested in his eyes. Was he intending to eat them? No. He was not enough of a beast for that.

"Here, Voldo. Put these on. God knows that it would be futile to civilize you, but I'm required by society's standards to have you properly clothed at the very least," Vercci approached Voldo with a neatly stacked set of clothes in scarlet and dark blue. Voldo peered at them briefly and sniffed at them once or twice. He could not remember the last time that he had received a new set of… clothes? Yes, that was what they were called. He had picked that word out of Vercci's long, complicated sentence. Voldo pulled on the clothes and felt the rich fabrics under his rough, spidery fingers. They snagged on his calluses and he made a distasteful noise. Foolish humans and their foolish garments.

"You look very nice my friend," mused Vercci as his dark eyes roved over Voldo's newly clean appearance. The rich dark red and royal blues of his estate's uniform suited Voldo exceptionally well; the dramatic colors stood out boldly against his ghostlike pallor and wraith's body. With merely a bath and garments, the beast was turned from gangly filth to an imposing spidery menace.

Voldo grunted. The human's voice was like the drone of a hummingbird—full of sugar and honey, but annoying. He shook his head like a dog does when it has something buzzing around its ear. The clothes were an improvement and being clean was a nice change, but he was primarily concerned with the most important need of the body and the other thing that Vercci had promised.

"Food." He turned his scarlet eyes to Vercci. The man in the alley had not been satisfying and the body was demanding nourishment again. Vercci looked at him for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, I did promise you a meal. Come with me and we shall dine in my private chambers." Vercci pulled a velvet cord that summoned a servant to the baths. Within moments, a young girl entered.

"You rang, Master Vercci?" She asked respectfully. Her eyes caught sight of Vercci's strange companion and she flinched visibly, taking an involuntary step back with a short gasp. Voldo watched her emotionlessly. Fear. Revulsion. Hate. Loathing. All of these were the air he breathed, the meat he fed upon. He did not care what humans thought and felt no obligation not to frighten a small human female.

"Isabella, you are disrespecting my guest," Vercci fairly growled. "Apologize to him, for he is my newest servant and will be second only to me in this household. His name is Voldo."

"I… I am very sorry, Master Voldo." The girl bowed low so that her long black plait nearly brushed the ground.

Voldo just looked blankly at the girl. He recognized a display of submission, but he had no use for the formality which the gesture also implied. It was still just a human and he would kill any one of them without a second thought, or even without a first if they proved to become a hindrance.

"Good. Isabella, go to the kitchens and tell them to prepare a meal and have it brought to my quarters. I desire some fruit, bread and wine, but for Master Voldo, bring…" Vercci paused and studied Voldo with his dark calculating eyes. "Bring me the choicest cuts of meat that the chef has in his possession. I want them raw."

"R-raw?" Isabella glanced over at Voldo fearfully.

Vercci caught her eye with a glare,

"Yes, Isabella. I want it raw. Now go."

The girl curtseyed quickly and fairly ran out of the room. Voldo's crimson eyes followed her movements. She moved slowly on her short legs. Easy prey for later.

"Voldo, you are not to consume any of the hired help," Vercci told him lazily. "They may deserve it, but I would never get anyone else to work here if word got out that my new pet was the cause for the new openings."

Pet. Pet. Voldo's body tensed at the word. He knew that word. The humans called their dogs and pigeons pets. They called pathetic, bloated sacks of furry flesh pets. He was an animal, but he was no pet. A low, guttural growl started in his throat and rumbled out between his pointed teeth as he shifted his stance to turn and look at Vercci. Red eyes glinted with the primal fury that the word had unleashed.

Vercci looked at him out of the corner of one eye.

"Cease that at once, Voldo."

But Voldo didn't stop. He sank into a feral crouch, his spidery fingertips supporting his weight on the stone floor bent as taut as an archer's bow. Those fingers held death and Vercci knew it all too well. The merchant's lip curled as he stood up slowly, reaching behind him on the table. His smooth hands found a heavy silver strigil. This had to end. Right now.

The albino leapt with a chilling snarl, his body bunching and then stretching in a terrifying white arc. Vercci moved to one side just in time and brought the handle down in a swift and savage stroke. The hilt of the strigil crashed upon the slavering man's skull and Voldo slumped to the tiled floor.

When Voldo again woke, it was to the sound of the edge of a slick knife sliding across a whetstone. The gentle metallic rasp tried desperately to echo, but the thick tapestries and wall hangings muffled the cry. But the sound was not among Voldo's major concerns, not at that moment. The albino had been able to tell even before completely regaining consciousness that the body was tied up. No, not tied up. The body was chained to a wall. Thick chains. Cold chains. Hard steel. This was not a good place for the body. Or Voldo.

"So you're finally awake. How fortunate. I was beginning to get rather bored,"

The poison in Vercci's opulent voice seeped into Voldo's ears and burned. He hissed around the gag in his mouth. Where had the human taken him? What was he doing?

"Are you aware of why you're in that position, Voldo?"

The albino eyed the merchant. Why was the human simply talking and not doing anything to him? He was tied down. Open to attack from any side. Voldo tried to shift his position and only managed to cause the chains to cut more deeply into his flesh. A growl of mounting rage curdled in his throat.

"No? I did not believe so." Vercci rose from where had been lounging upon a low sofa, lazily sharpening a curved knife with his long fingers. He placed the knife and whetstone down upon a mahogany table beside the sofa and padded over to the main in the chains. When he was about a foot away, he stopped. One hand rested upon his hip. "You're here because we had an agreement, Voldo, that you decided to break. You broke it by attempting to attack my person and do me bodily harm. Such behavior cannot be permitted."

A confused light flickered amongst the fury in Voldo's red eyes. He couldn't understand the human's slithering speech, especially now in the position he was in. It made him even angrier and he snarled into Vercci's face.

"…In other words," Vercci reached behind him for the knife on the table. "You tried to hurt me, Voldo. You tried to kill me, didn't you?"

The snarl in Voldo's throat died instantly. He knew too well about men with knives.

"And I cannot allow you to kill me. I am too fond of you to allow you to kill me, dear Voldo. And so you're here because I like you too much and I don't want you to ever be without me,"

"Pet." Voldo spat at Vercci venomously.

"Oh is that what you were annoyed about?" Vercci pulled the knife from behind his back and stroked the corpse-pale skin of Voldo's cheek with the blade. The soft scratching noise of steel against rough skin sent pleasure shivers up the merchant's back, but he remained still. "But you are my pet, Voldo."

"Not pet!" Hissed the beast.

"Mm… Of course not."

Animal though he was, Voldo could sense Vercci's condescendence through the layers of rage that clouded his conscious. He lunged forward against the chains, snapping his fearsome jaws at the merchant. Vercci stepped back quickly and whipped the hand with the knife around, slicing with the silver blade in his hand. Red flashed upon the corpse-pale cheek and dripped to the stone floor, molten ruby upon purest alabaster.

A strange mutual stillness possessed them both at that moment. Neither the beast nor the man did not moved or made even the slightest sound for several seconds. And then Vercci seized Voldo's chin in one hand and leaned up to claim Voldo's thin, cracked lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. This contact lasted only a scant second before Voldo tore his mouth away from Vercci's with a guttural cry of anger and revulsion. What did the human think it was doing? What kind of bite did it mean to give him on the mouth! Voldo roared at the smiling human, perplexed and furious at the insult it had delivered.

Vercci waited calmly until Voldo ceased thrashing. Funny, he seemed to be more bothered by just that simple little kiss than with the open wound on his face. What an amusing creature.

"Oh Voldo, that couldn't have been that terrible. Come now." Vercci stepped towards Voldo again and smeared his long fingers in the blood dripping from Voldo's cheek. Voldo tried to snap at him with his sharp teeth, but Vercci's open palm struck the side of his face smartly.

"No, Voldo. I already told you. I cannot allow you to harm me. I will not."

"Lie!" Voldo spat blood. "Cage!"

"…Cage?" Vercci finally frowned. "No, Voldo… This is not a cage. This is paradise."

The merchant stepped back, looking over Voldo's suspended, naked body. Perfection. Lithe, creeping, cannibalistic perfection. The thought of it made Vercci's emotions quiver with anticipation. Perhaps he was not going about this in the most prudent manner… Perhaps there was another way.

"Do you feel the pain, Voldo?" Vercci ran an elegant finger along the wound in Voldo's cheek. Voldo growled as the human's essence tainted the wound and made it sting, but he only tossed his head this time instead of biting. He learned last time.

"Such a clever monster…" The bloody hand trailed slowly down Voldo's heaving, emaciated body, slipping over the rises and valleys of the ribs, down the taut belly full of steaming human flesh and finally down to the hipbones, made prominent by a lifetime of near starvation. Vercci smirked a bit as he began to stroke Voldo, wondering what the cannibal's reaction would be.

To Vercci's delight, Voldo did not seem to comprehend why the human's touched produced the feelings in him… the feelings that he hadn't ever had before. The noises that came from his throat undulated along with his reaction to the slow, rhythmic, methodical touches. First a low, wary growl that ascended into a whimper of perplexity and confusion before he finally gave in and relaxed against his bonds almost against his will, uttering a continuous low moan punctuated with an occasional short whimper.

The mood was broken by three soft raps on the door. Vercci moved away from Voldo and went to the door, his supreme annoyance evident in his terse movements.

"What is it? Ah, Isabella… You have brought the meat?"

"Yes, Master Vercci."

"Thank you. Hand me the platter – there is no need for you to enter. Tell all the other servants that I am not to be bothered under any circumstances until I give word, do you understand?"

Isabella bowed. "Yes, Master Vercci."

"That's a good girl. Now leave."

She hurried off, having no desire to see what her master intended to do with the raw meat. Nobody interfered with Vercci's business. Nobody wanted to know what Vercci's business was.

The albino could smell the meat as Vercci carried it back into the dark room. His nostrils flared a bit as the scent brought him out of the daze that Vercci's touch had put him in so shortly before. The flesh of the other human was still in his stomach, but the body never stopped wanting more.

"This is part of your training, Voldo. All wild beasts can be tamed with food and I expect you to be no anomaly." Vercci set the platter down upon a nearby table and turned to Voldo. "Each time you behave, you get some meat. Do you understand?"

Voldo looked at him, then at the raw flesh. It was still bloody. He wanted it. The only way to get it was to act like the human wanted him to. A sacrifice. Voldo growled a bit, reaching towards the direction of the meat.

"No, you don't get it for nothing." Vercci skewered a piece of meat on the end of the knife already wet with Voldo's blood. He walked slowly towards Voldo, holding it up so that his new pet could clearly see what he was doing. Voldo's red eyes followed him closely, full of mingled wariness and desire. What was the human going to do?

Vercci stood right in front of Voldo, so close that the naked, white body brushed against his lightly. Voldo began to growl. The human was too close. The growl deepend when Vercci raised a hand and began to run it through Voldo's pale hair.

"Hush." Vercci held a piece of meat up to Voldo's lips. "Be quiet and you may eat it."

Voldo snatched the bloody slice with his teeth and began to eat it, gnawing and working it with his teeth and tongue since he could not hold it with his hands. Once it was devoured, he leaned forward and began to lick and suck the blood from Vercci's fingers carefully so that he would not miss a drop. Vercci moved down to grasp a strand of hair and whispered in Voldo's ear.

"You'll learn to love me for this."

To Be Continued…

Notes: Mmm… Vercci molesting Voldo. I love it. These two are developing so very nicely and it's so wonderful. But oh my god, I SUCK for making this take so long to get out… If I have any readers left at all, I owe you guys all the Soul Calibur fanfiction/pr0n you could ever ask for. :Grin: I had some issues with this chapter's length at first, but I'm pretty happy with it now. School's almost over for me (No more high school!) so hopefully I can get things out MUCH quicker in the summer. In fact, that's a promise. Thanks to everyone at the SoulSlash LJ community for beta-ing parts of this! Y'all rock!