His Corrupted Self Summary: When Spinel attacked his planet, she didn't bring just a rejuvenator but a corruptor as well. He knew she wanted vengeance against his mom. He didn't know she would slash him with the rejuvenator before ripping his gem free and slashing that with the corruptor. Steven is split in two and his gem half doesn't look right. For one, it's red and not pink. For two, it's gained sentience different from his human half. And not the good kind of sentience either. Now Steven is fully human and fighting not just against a rogue gem, but his corrupted self as well.
WARNINGS – Forced submission, Steven suffers, angst, emotional/physical abuse, violence, sexual assault, threats of non-con, and explicit language
His Corrupted Self Part 5
Raspberries. Red tasted like raspberries.
Steven reared back, skull cracking against the wall. Stars spotted his vision as he shrieked. "Get away from me!"
A snarl clanged and bounced against the tiles, shooting spikes of fear down his spine. Instead of forcing him into stillness, the fresh wave of panic had him flattening his back against the tub and hurling himself to his feet. He nearly slipped with the momentum. Water rolled off him in waves as leftover soap clung.
He was in danger.
He lurched towards the glowing figure, desperate to go around and escape, but a scarlet arm snapped across his front to snag his hip bone. Clawed fingertips pierced bare skin and he yelped as the other took his momentum to slip him backwards and throw him into the tub. Water splashed, mini waves scattering up and over the rim.
"I own you." The voice glitched into a deeper, darker range. The claws grabbed him by the throat. "If I want to–"
Steven screamed, scrabbling at the threatening hold. Tears pricked his eyes. The hold seemed to expand, covering more of his skin. "Stop!"
"Listen here, you ungrateful little–"
"Leave me alone!" His wail was silenced by a slight squeeze.
"Shut up." the diamond hissed. "And listen."
It was then Steven realized the hand around his neck wasn't the only part that had grown. The other's figure had expanded: lengthening and widening, the clothing expanding as well. Red was bigger than him with broad shoulders and a squared jaw. He was taller and angrier, expression dark with curled fangs and narrowed brows. Diamond pupils thinned into pinpricks. The arm that had him in the chokehold rippled with tension. Red loomed. And Steven felt very, very small.
"If I want to pin you down," the diamond forced Steven down, his back slipping from the tiled wall to the tub's floor and under the water. His limbs flailed, desperate for purchase as soapy water shot up his nose and down his throat. "I will. If I want to carry you," he hefted him back up, Steven sputtering and coughing. The soap tasted foul on his tongue. "Then I will. If I want to kiss you…"
Steven gasped, blinking fast as a red palm cupped his cheek. He tugged weakly against the chokehold still fastened around his neck. Whimpers fell freely between the coughs clawing his chest and lungs. The other leaned close, all fangs and glinting eyes.
"Then I'll kiss you. Understand?"
He tried to nod, chest heaving with desperate attempts for air. When the other wasn't satisfied, expression still curdled with a nasty sneer, he offered a weak. "I understand."
"Good." Red released him. He tumbled back to the tub and rubbed his neck, cradling his throat gently. "Oh, and Steven?"
He snapped to attention, startled gaze rocketing up to meet the other's. He rarely called him by name.
"When I want to fuck you, I will. And you," Red grabbed him by the hair, dragging him close once more, "will behave. Agreed?"
"F-fuck me…?" He whimpered, all wide eyes, wobbly lips, and small voice. Had he been right? The other really did want…? And right now?
Red grinned. "Don't worry, we'll save that for our wedding night. Won't we, little dove?"
And then Red kissed him. No. Blood thundered in his ears. No no no. Fangs nipped lightly on the skin of his lips and he couldn't stop a frightened gasp. A tongue dove into his mouth, exploring. Dominating. He mewled, tears overflowing to mix with the sudsy water still dripping down his skin. A lump formed in his throat. When Red pulled away, he took a sharp breath, studied the tiled walls, and desperately tried not to cry.
"Aw, love," Red cooed, gently grasping him by the chin and tugging his face towards the other. "It'll be okay. I'll take good care of you."
Take care of him? The breath escaped him. How could this have happened? He tried to keep his breathing even and slow. Why him? But with the other's face, so similar to his own and yet so much sharper, watching him intently? What did he ever do to deserve this? He couldn't help but hiccup. It wasn't fair! His breathing hitched and burst into uncontrollable sobbing. He didn't want this! He didn't want this he didn't want this he didn't–
He didn't know what he looked like. Probably gross with snot running down his lips and bloodshot eyes. Definitely a mess if his knotted hair was any indication. What he knew for sure was the rotten diamond draining the tub and rinsing him with the shower-head. All the while, he cried and blubbered incoherently.
Red hefted him out of the tub and he staggered under his own weight. "Come here," the other murmured. "I've got you."
A towel wrapped around him, bundling him with its soft warmth. A force swept beneath his knees and he squeaked as he was once again gathered into the stronghold, bridal-style. This time, he burrowed his face into the crook of the other's shoulder, terrified and overcome with the need to hide. Absently, he was aware that the other had somehow dried his own fabric before the tears and wet hair soaked them once more.
"Please…" he murmured, shivering from fear. "Please... Don't hurt me… or anyone… Not anymore, please, not anymore."
The diamond only hummed, rubbing circles into the crook of a knee and the edge of a shoulder. With the knowledge his gem would rape him on their wedding night, the motion was heart-wrenching instead of comforting. How could his other half fake such care? Because clearly the diamond didn't actually care for him. Not if he was going to willingly pin him down or choke him like he had before. If someone loved another, they wouldn't hurt them. Not intentionally. Never intentionally. But Red? Red was willing to murder. If only to get his way. And if Steven got in his way? Then others would pay. With their lives.
What could he risk? What could he say? How could he protect those he cared about if Red didn't care about anything other than himself? What could he do? Steven didn't know. He just hoped his surrender would ensure other's safety.
Gravity shifted as his… fiancé moved. Though reality hadn't quite sunk in yet, he couldn't help but cry. He was getting married. Barely 18 years old and he was getting married. How could his other half do this to him? He didn't know. Red colored skin grasped the knob below the diamond shape cut out of the wood and turned. Why was his gem so cruel? Was it the corruption? Would things go back to normal if he healed the other? But how? How could he possibly heal a gem without his powers. Or without the other diamonds?
The Diamonds. Tears slowed as hope welled. Were they the answer? If he could somehow contact them, could they help him? Heal Red and end this nightmare? But how to get them here...? As far as he knew, Red hadn't left him throughout his entire existence. Wouldn't even let him bathe on his own. So how? How could he ask for help?
Maybe he just needed to bide his time. Look for an opportunity, any chance, to gather people who could help him. Who wouldn't be under Red's control. Gems were out unless Red's orders had a loophole in them. Maybe the off-colors? But considered defective or not, they were still gems. So that left Lars, then. What about Connie?
The diamond's voice tuned into his ears. "...to find a mere dress? What an inept creature."
Wait. "That's my dad." He protested, catching onto the strand of the one-sided conversation. When Red shot him a snide look, he backpedaled. Behave. He had to behave. "Yeah he's not… the smartest. But he tries his best!"
Red grunted, expression sour and body taut. With Steven in his arms, he walked around the coffee table and settled on the couch. Steven tried not to squirm as his rear was situated square on the other's lap. Red snaked a left hand around Steven's front, lacing their fingers together. The free hand gripped him by the waist, holding him in place. Nervously, Steven's own free fingers touched their locked digits and twisted the engagement ring. Only a towel and thin clothes protected him from the other's crotch. He flushed as the other's words rang through his mind.
'If I want to fuck you, I will.'
He swallowed. But the diamond had also said he wouldn't… rape him until their wedding night. So he had time! Maybe? Stars, did he hope so. The blush spread along his skin.
"And where is that Spinel? She should've returned by now. Fetch the blueprints. How hard is that?" Red grumbled, voice low. "At this rate it'll be quicker to make new gems rather than rely on the… upcycled trash. They'd be of high quality; loyal and obedient. Perhaps a group rhodochrosite? Rubies are too small…"
Steven took a moment to be insulted on Little Homeworld's behalf. Those gems had been corrupted and healed! Yes, they had scars. But that didn't mean they were worthless! He twitched in place, torn between defending them and starting a confrontation or keeping his silence to keep the peace. Red was horrible. One misstep would lead to murder.
"What's on your mind, dove?" Red prompted, squeezing him. "Something surely more interesting than these dull shiners.
His heart skipped a beat. "O-oh, um…" His gaze darted about the room for a topic. Any topic other than the truth on his mind. "W-well…"
His friends. His heart ached. Wait! "A-Amethyst." He blurted. "What about Amethyst?"
The hold tightened, turning his fingers pale from the grip. The claws keeping him upright dug deep into his waist. A quiet whine escaped him as pain rippled. Red tugged him so his back pressed against the glowing chest.
"What about Amethyst?" A growl rumbled beneath the deceptively smooth tone.
"S-she…" he stammered. "She was cracked. A-and you said you'd… heal her. Right?"
Red sighed, shifting from his waist to brush his hair. "Why care for such weak things?"
"B-but you said…" His gaze dropped to where they intertwined, fingers still twisting the ring against his skin. Had Red lied? His voice lowered into a whisper. "You said you'd heal her."
Breath fanned against his ear. "And I will. But after I correct them."
"What?"
"The rejuvenator will reset them to their default state. Wipe their memories except for the ones retaining their purpose: to serve a diamond. At least then they will be somewhat useful."
"What?" He didn't realize he was trying to pull away until the hold pressed into a painful degree. Behave. Right. He winced and stilled, eyes wide with disbelief. "What–?"
"I agreed to not harm them. With their memories in tact, they will try to stop me under the delusion that they will be helping you. Foolish, really. No one can stop me. And I won't harm you if you behave. So," he cocked his head with a bored smile. "that just leaves rejuvenation."
"But those are my friends!"
"Would you rather I shatter them?"
His jaw clicked shut.
"Thought so. Now, where's that organic?"
His gaze lowered to the coffee table. Weakly, he tried. "His name's Greg…"
Red clicked his tongue. "Regardless, he's not here. Do I need to–"
Something rustled outside and the door slammed open. Steven jerked as Red moved. A quick push, a slight shifting of weight, and then Red was on his feet, tense and ready to fight. Steven sat on the couch, body wired taut. Then a beat passed and he loosened.
"About time." He sniped. "Give it here."
Steven huddled in on himself from behind the diamond as his dad hurried to comply. Once close enough, Red snatched the fabric. He rifled through the options.
"Pants? He doesn't need pants." Red scoffed. "But fine, it'll do for now. You may go."
Father and son gawked. Such an easy dismissal. Greg shot him a look and he offered an uneasy smile. "Thanks, Dad. I'll be okay."
That was definitely a lie. But what could he do? He had to protect his family and friends. If he had to lie, then he would. Didn't mean he had to like it.
When his dad continued to look unconvinced and his fiancé irritated, he hastened to add. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine, really!"
"But your eyes are puffy…"
"Just leave." Red snapped. "We don't want you here. Now go."
"That's not true!" Steven exclaimed. When Red glanced his way, he quieted. "But, uh, Red and I would like to talk. Alone. So…"
"Red?" Greg's expression scrunched, clearly confused.
"That's his name. He's… my gem. But, uh, we need to talk. Alone, Dad." He forced a brave smile. "It'll be okay. Trust me!"
What was one more lie?
Notes – Looks like things are getting tricky for one certain Steven Universe...
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