This would have been posted earlier, but my stupid brother decided he needed the computer for work (I came in ten seconds later and found him on a messageboard with all his friends up on MSN). Ugh, I had a German exam today- I sat there for about ten minutes in the middle of it going "Ich...um...ich..." Until I finally remembered what I was supposed to be saying...Which kind of sucks, seeing as I want to study German at college next year... Well, anyway, here's the new chapter. More forced affection, but in this one Boris makes something do something really horrible (no rape, or sexual harassment or anything like that, so don't worry). Read on to find out!
Lullaby Lily: Boris is horrible...but he'll get what's coming to him, don't worry!
Endoh Chiaki: Kai was trying to be funny and said that Tala wasn't there because Boris had eaten him. He was just being stupid to make fun of Boris because he doesn't like him.
Animeobsession: Well...I'm flattered you want to comission something from me, but I could only do it through reviews- my email account is a family account, and my stupid brother (see above) has wired it to his login account on our (unfortunately) shared computer. I'm only allowed on his account with permission, and even so he always reads my emails or deletes them before I even know about them. Also, I don't think he'd appreciate finding emails about yaoi...he's not the yaoi type, my brother. Also, I couldn't promise that I'd be able to accept the comission- if I didn't think the story could work, I don't think I could force myself to write it. Like I said, I'm flattered, but...well, I've explained it all now, so yeah. If you still want to see if I like the idea, shove it in a review and I'll take a look-see. No promises though!
Aries1391: I'm glad you like it!
Just that good: I don't feel sorry for Bryan, but that's because I've seen the end! But you'll have to wait, nyah. I promise it's a happy one though!
Bryankuznetsov: Yeah, I am being kind of twisted, but it's all in the aid of good angst, which I think leads to good squish (cuteness).
Crimson Blood: Well, I didn't really write this as a humour fic, but you did say you have a weird sense of humour...I'm glad you like it so far.
NinjaMatty: I'm glad you like it, here's the next chapter!
Mistress-of-eternal-Darkness: I don't know why, but when I'm writing replies to reviews I always manage to typo someone's name...I just wrote you as Mistress0of0eternal0Darkness...but I changed it. I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far!
Rejiita: Yay! KaiBryan! I must admit, it's not a pairing I would have thought of before, but I'm always trying new things, and this has grown on me...what can I say, I'm a sucker for Russians!
Darknagelintheshadows: I'm glad you think it's good!
Ellen: Yup, Boris is evil. But, as I said above, next chapter he doesn't get everything quite so easy...
Werewolf of Fire: Oho, but Bryan can't get out, not by himself! He needs a hero...that just reminded me of that song out of Shrek 2...Anyway, yeah, I agree, Boris is HORRIBLE!
Kaei Kon: Oh no, I haven't forgotten. I'll be working on it right after I've posted this chapter, so don't worry!
Miriam906: Cool, I'll have to check that movie out when it comes out…
And now, on with the chapter!
Late that night, when Bryan was trying to get to sleep, he heard someone open his door. His breath caught in his throat and he started to shake, even more so when a hand slid under the covers and wormed its way up his t-shirt. "Stop it!" He managed to gasp out.
"You were late for breakfast today, Bryan. That's against the rules. Do you want to know what happens when you break the rules?" The blankets were ripped away and Boris leaned close, his breath hot on the side of Bryan's neck. "You get punished." Came the deadly whisper. Bryan whimpered and struggled away, but Boris only laughed.
"Come here, Kuznetsov."
"N-No!"
"I'm only asking for a favour, Bryan..."
"G-Get away from me!" Boris shook his head and reached into his pocket, drawing out his gun. Bryan suddenly paled with fear. Despite the resolutions he had made to Tala that morning, he didn't want to die...not like that...not...
Reluctantly, he came closer. Boris smiled and reached out, lifting Bryan's t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. "Kiss me."
"B-But I-I don't w-w-want to!" There was a quiet click, and Boris drew closer, pressing the gun up against Bryan's chest, right above his pounding heart. He swallowed and looked down at it. "I want you to kiss me, Bryan." He leaned over Bryan, and waited for him to move. Faced with an impossible choice, Bryan stretched up and touched his lips to Boris' before pulling away. "Kiss me properly, you little slut!"
Bryan closed his eyes and stretched up again, keeping his lips against Boris' and opening them slightly. Maybe he could pretend it was someone else...maybe-
Boris' taste assaulted his tongue, and it was all he could do not to retch. Hands crawled up and down his chest and he started to cry, silent tears sliding down his cheeks as Boris' continued to touch him. He couldn't help but scream when Boris started to pull down his trousers. He kicked out and struggled backwards. "S-Stop!" Boris looked faintly amused, as he always did when he was torturing Bryan.
"If you don't want me to touch you, then you have to touch me." Bryan shook his head.
"L-Leave me alone!" Before he knew what was happening, a fist had crashed into his stomach, winding him.
"You'll do exactly as I say, unless you want to end up with a bullet in your head! Or should I put it through your neck, like I did Tala's? You know it was me, and you know I'd do it to you just as easily!" He grabbed Bryan's wrists and dragged his hands onto his chest. "Touch me."
Bryan sobbed as he moved a hand up and down Boris' chest, looking away in disgust as Boris practically purred with pleasure, closing his eyes. "I h-hate you!" He whispered. "I hate you!" Boris opened his eyes and suddenly moved, pinning Bryan to the bed beneath himself.
"You don't hate me Bryan, you love me. You're my lover. This is what lovers do. Tell me you love me."
"NO!" Bryan yelled, struggling. Boris slapped him hard, glaring.
"Say it, you prostitute! Say it or I'll do worse than shoot you..." Bryan closed his eyes and conjured up an image of his mother in his head.
"I...love you." But it wasn't his mother who smiled, who appreciated it...it was Boris. "Let go of me! Let me go!" He whimpered. Boris snorted and got off him slowly.
"Frigid little bitch. Don't think I won't be back."
He left, slamming the door behind him. Bryan wept, heartbroken and feeling dirty again. Helpless. "Bryan?" Hopeless. "Bryan?" Worthless.
"W-what?" Pointless.
"Bryan...I..." Shameless. "Bryan, are you listening to me?" Senseless.
"Bitch...prostitute..." Bryan managed to choke out, trying to focus his attention back onto Tala.
"No, Bryan! He's just evil! Cold and soulless and evil!"
"But I let him...I let him..." Bryan staggered up suddenly and went into his shower, tearing off the rest of his clothes and turning the water on. Boiling rivers of water raced down his skin and he welcomed them, hissing away the pain they left him with. They would clean him...they would make it right again...
"BRYAN!"
"Uh?" Bryan looked through the steam and saw that Tala looked anxious and scared.
"Bryan, get out of the shower! You'll burn yourself! Turn it down!" Bryan blinked, hand automatically reaching for the temperature control. He twisted it all the way back round until freezing jets burst onto his skin, making him shiver and shake wildly. "BRYAN! GET A GRIP!" Bryan looked up, blinked, then sat down rather suddenly on the floor of the shower.
"Tala..." Cold water cascaded through his hair, down his cheeks and off his chin, so fast moving that it almost looked as if Bryan was melting. "Tala...why? Why me? W-Why does it-? Why? Save me..."
"Bryan...I..." Tala bit his lip. "I can't save you. I can't stop him. I can only watch...and that's no good at all..."
"You...saw?" Tala nodded and Bryan curled up on himself, shamed beyond belief. That someone knew...that someone had witnessed it... "I don't love him! I HATE HIM!"
"Bryan, calm down!" Bryan slammed a fist against the wall, growling. "Bryan, you'll hurt yourself! Stop it! Please!" Bryan stood up, panting. "Go back to bed, Bryan..."
"What if he comes back again?" Bryan looked around, suddenly paranoid. "He'll touch me...I HATE HIM!"
"I know, I know you do! Bryan, calm down, please...you need to sleep..." Bryan tottered out into his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around himself in a protective cocoon. Tala hovered beside him, slightly less worried. "There, go to sleep..."
"If I go to sleep, maybe I'll never wake up again..." Bryan shut his eyes, and before long he dozed off.
Kai was still there the next day, and Bryan fought him again. Boris was watching, and Bryan could feel his eyes on him. It made his skin crawl. Kai was watching him too, intently, eyes fixed on him. It was unnerving and Bryan hated it. "What are you looking at?"
"You." Their blades span in the dish beneath their locked gazes. Bryan ground his teeth.
"FALBORG!"
"Dranzer!"
And then, Bryan lost control. All his anger and fear went cascading into Falborg, and he kept attacking until Kai's blade went flying, forcing the younger boy to duck or be hit in the face. Bryan stood there panting as Kai stared at him, open mouthed. Bryan snatched up his blade and stormed out. His head was a churning mass of confusion, and it was only through his inbuilt routine that he ended up in his room.
"Am I going insane?"
"No." Bryan jumped and turned. Tala was hovering there, smiling. "You're not insane."
"I just...I just lost control...I couldn't..." Bryan clenched his fists. "He-He'll punish me again...he..." His chest tightened with fear. "He'll hurt me..."
"Bryan, it'll be okay-"
"What if he comes back? Will it be okay then?" Bryan hissed. Tala opened his mouth to reply when the door handle rattled and started to open. Tala promptly leapt through the wall.
"Kuznetsov?"
"What do you want?" Bryan scowled as Kai came into the room.
"Are you...okay?"
"What's it to you?" Kai shrugged.
"Here was me thinking I was doing you a favour. I didn't think you'd particularly want to see Boris any more than you have to."
"Boris?" Bryan hissed. Kai looked at him strangely.
"What's the deal with you and Boris? It's like...you're scared of him..."
"Go away. A rich bastard like you wouldn't understand."
"I'll go and tell Boris you're desperate to see him then, shall I? I didn't have to come. I just said I would and save Boris the trouble."
"Fuck off back to your mansion, Hiwatari."
"I'm staying here for the week."
"Then fuck off back to your OWN side of the abbey."
"Fine. And Boris said to tell you that he'll see you later." Bryan paled. "He didn't, actually. But you -are- scared of him, aren't you?"
"Get. Out." Kai walked to the door.
"You could just say. If he's not...treating you okay..." Bryan opened his mouth, ready to pour it all out, and then his imagination snapped him back to being pinned under Boris, the feeling of the gun pressed up against him. "Even if he wasn't it's none of your business, rich-boy. Now get out."
Kai left, and Tala walked back through into the room. "Bryan, he could have helped you." Bryan twitched and put his fingers in his ears, flumping down onto the bed. Eventually he drifted off to sleep.
Next Chapter: Boris is evil, Bryan is in pain, and Tala finally serves his purpose…
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