DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Ouran High School Host Club

Ugh, yes I know. I'm really late. I apologize.

So this chapter is a bit graphic. That's the only warning.

Oh and it's also extremely important and maybe confusing, not sure.

Enjoy chapter twenty-four!


Chapter 24

It had a déjà vu feeling, what was happening at the moment. Izumi wasn't sure how he got here, or how he ended up in this position. He couldn't remember anything, but it felt like it had happened before.

He noticed how he was laying down on his bed, and glanced around the room. It was his room, alright. And there was nothing out of the ordinary. No one was even around.

Izumi tugged his arms down, but they were secured tightly over his head. He glanced up and noticed they had been tied to the headboard with what seemed like a belt. Where did the belt come from? Why am I tied up? These questions were partly answered as he heard a voice calling him.

"Izumi,"

Izumi looked up and noticed his auburn haired boyfriend hovering above him. Was he there before? Izumi wondered as he tilted his head in question. He couldn't understand what was happening at the moment.

"I like this." Kaoru murmured. "I like seeing you tied up like this."

Izumi furrowed his brows and tilted his head back again, testing his arms. He was still tied up.

"You're completely vulnerable and defenseless." The words ignited a warm feeling down in his stomach as his excitement grew. The déjà vu feeling was back as Kaoru stared down at him with lustful eyes. He looked like he was ready to pounce on Izumi. And that made the thrill all the more intense.

"Do you like being tied up?" Kaoru questioned, running his hands down Izumi's bare stomach. Izumi shivered and goosebumps rose on his skin. He just noticed he didn't have a shirt on, and he probably didn't have anything lower either. The chill in the room confirmed him of that. Then Izumi took note of how Kaoru still had his clothes on.

Izumi opened his mouth in order to answer Kaoru's question, but he couldn't. He tried to talk but it was as if he had no voice to speak out.

Kaoru didn't seem to care that Izumi wasn't responding, and just grabbed hold of Izumi's erection, making him aware of how hard he was.

"I think you do like it." Kaoru chuckled, slowly moving his hand up and down.

Izumi moaned and unconsciously tugged his arms down again. Just knowing and feeling the leather material around his wrists, made him aware of how vulnerable he was, not being able to do anything, restrained and exposed. It was arousing.

The déjà vu feeling wouldn't go away. He felt like he knew exactly what was going to happen next, step by step. Even when Kaoru leaned down and took his cock in his mouth. It was like Izumi knew ahead of time before it even happened.

Now he's gonna message my—"Ngh!"

Izumi threw his head back as he cried out. Just like he expected. Kaoru had a hand on his balls, messaging them while his mouth worked on his shaft.

He still didn't really understand what was happening, but he didn't complain. He liked it. And being tied up made the pleasure all the more intense.

Why was it that Izumi even liked being bonded? Was he always into things like this? Does he like bondage? Izumi couldn't remember a day where he ever considered trying something like this out. It never crossed his mind that he would like it. Especially since he felt uncomfortable giving away his control.

Maybe it was because being tied up like this gave him no choice, but to give it up. So he was technically being forced to be submissive.

Still, Izumi found it strange that he even liked it. Especially since the last time he's been restrained was—

His thoughts were disturbed as he felt a rush of pleasure flow through his veins as Kaoru kept sucking him. It felt so good. Izumi tugged his arms down, almost whining out in desperation, and then something happening.

The pleasure was gone. He no longer felt good. Instead he felt pain. So much pain! His body was in such pain, Izumi couldn't help but cry and sob.

Then he realized he was no longer in his room. He was not on a bed, and he was not facing up. But he was still tied up.

He noticed through his blurred-up eyes, that he was facing a wooden floor. He also noticed how he was on his knees with his forehead pressed against the floor. Izumi tried to move his arms to support himself, but winced as they stung.

Izumi picked up his head up slightly and saw how his arms where chained up. Not with a belt this time, but with a metal chain. And he saw how his wrists were raw and bleeding. He tried to move his arms again, but there was a sharp pain as the chains began to dig into his flesh, making him whimper.

Izumi then noticed how his hands looked smaller. He was smaller. And he realized he was a little kid. He was ten years old.

His body shook as his mind registered what was happening. His breath quivered and he clenched his teeth. Izumi tensed up and pulled his arms even though he knew they would bleed even more. He knew what was going to happen.

And as if confirming it, hands grabbed his hips in a bruising grip. Izumi pulled his arms more and tried to calm himself down. He just had to keep quiet. He just didn't need to make noise. Then it would be over soon.

"Stop tensing up. It'll hurt more." A deep voice behind him chuckled.

Even if he said that, Izumi was scared and couldn't just relax.

"I'm serious, relax!" his father ordered, hands tightening even more around his hips.

Still, Izumi couldn't just do that. His every instinct told him to tense up and close his eyes tightly. That if he did that, it would be over soon.

Then his father growled and Izumi's head was pulled back roughly by his hair. He whimpered, feeling the chains dig into his skin even more. He felt sure his hands were going to be torn off.

"Relax." his father warned. Izumi still had his eyes closed up tightly as he struggled to hold back his tears. He couldn't relax. How was he supposed to do that?

"Relax!" his father growled, pulling Izumi's hair harder, making him whimper again in pain. The boy swore he felt a few strands getting ripped out.

Izumi clenched his teeth tightly, trying to stop his ragged breathing. He swallowed harshly in the uncomfortable position his head was in. He was scared, terrified, and completely weak against this man. There was no way he can save himself. He was chained, small, pathetic, and only ten years old.

So he breathed out slowly, trying to calm down. There was no use trying to fight it. It was going to happen anyway. It wasn't even the first time.

The man placed Izumi's head back on the floor. Izumi sighed in relief when the chains stopped digging into his skin.

"Good, calm down." Izumi heard him father mutter as hands grabbed his hips once again.

He was about to clench, but instead took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, pushing his anxiety to the side. He knew the pain well and knew that tensing up would make it hurt even more. Even if he was scared he knew he needed to calm down. Still, his breathing turned ragged as the man spread his cheeks. And when he penetrated him, Izumi whimpered slightly as the tears escaped his eyes.

His father had done this to him many times before. But no matter how much it happened, it still hurt him every time. It stung as the shaft of a grown man entered his small body. Was there no way it will ever stop hurting? Izumi wondered, knowing there would be more times.

Izumi felt disgusted with himself as he heard the groans and moans behind him. Was this all he was worth? Just a toy to be used? To beat up? To rape? To use as a stress reliever? Was he pathetic? Worthless? A mistake?

Izumi halted his thoughts and winced when his father pulled back slightly, just to thrust back in slowly. He hated that. He hated when his father did that. He hated how he went slowly at first. It was as if he didn't want to hurt Izumi. As if he actually cared about Izumi. And he knew it wasn't true. He knew his father hated him, despised him, and loathed him. If he didn't, he wouldn't be hurting Izumi. He wouldn't be doing these things to him. He would be like back then. His father would be that nice man again. But it was Izumi's fault. It was his fault his father was like this. His fault his father turned into this nightmare. It was Izumi's fault his father was miserable.

Izumi cried out as the pain intensified. The thrusting was rapid and the hands on his hips had a tighter grip. Izumi tugged on his arms hard, despite knowing they would leave nasty marks on his skin. He was in pain already. There's no way something more painful than being raped would happen.

By then his father was slamming into him constantly. Grunting and groaning, hips bucking into Izumi's ass in a brutal pace, the force making his body grind against the floor. Izumi just bit his lip as his tears pooled down. It hurt so much.

"Fuck." his father moaned out. Izumi whimpered, feeling him pull out almost fully before slamming back in. He felt something warm drip down his thighs and knew he must have been bleeding again. It'll take a while for him to heal, he'll be in pain for days—weeks even, knowing how often his father did this.

Suddenly, Izumi's hair was grabbed and yanked back harshly. Izumi howled at the pain. He shut his eyes tightly, waiting for a hit or something.

"Look at me." his father ordered, but Izumi didn't listen.

"Look. At. Me." he repeated slowly, his voice stern and rough. The hand on Izumi's hair violently pulled on it even more, causing another whine.

Slowly, Izumi opened his eyes. His tears clouding up his vision from the pain in his head, arms, ass—his whole body really.

The man pulled his head back more, and Izumi's breaths came out unevenly. It was hard for him to breath with the angle his head was in.

He didn't want to look at him. Izumi didn't want to see his father's glazed-over eyes looking at him, while not actually seeing him. Izumi knew he had his mother's eyes and that he got her looks. That's why his father always told him he would be her replacement. That's why he was doing this to Izumi.

Izumi struggled to keep his eyes open. Then it was gone. The room was gone, the pain, his father. Everything was gone in a second.

Izumi looked around in alarm and noticed he was outside. He was at some park it seemed.

"Izumi?"

Izumi looked over at the voice and saw it was Kaoru. He was just there standing next to him, looking at him in concern. Izumi stared down at his hands and saw how he was normal again. He was seventeen.

"What's wrong?" Kaoru asked. Izumi shook his head and opened to mouth to reply. But he couldn't speak again.

"Hey," Kaoru called out, grabbing Izumi's face gently. "What's wrong?"

Izumi frowned, unsure himself of what was wrong. Nothing that was happening was making sense to him. What was even stranger was that his mind was registering to the current time and place, almost completely forgetting about what was happening previously.

Kaoru kept staring at him but Izumi didn't know what he should do. What was he supposed to do when he could not talk? But after a while Kaoru gave him a small smile and leaned up, tilting Izumi's head down, and pressed their lips together.

Izumi was automatically overwhelmed with the feel of Kaoru's lips on his and embraced him, pressing their bodies tightly together. Kaoru moaned and wrapped his arms around his neck. Izumi had a déjà vu feeling once again. The place they were in seemed similar to him. But where has he seen it before? He's never gone to this park before with Kaoru. He's never even seen it in Japan. And what they were doing also had a déjà vu feeling. As if Izumi had done something like this before in this very park. But when?

Kaoru whimpered in the kiss and Izumi pushed back those thoughts, not caring anymore about the eerily feeling.

Their kiss turned fierce as Izumi sadistically bit on Kaoru's lip. The latter whined and tilted his head back. Izumi immediately knew what he wanted and placed his lips to Kaoru's neck. He wasn't about to waste any time and opened his mouth wider, planning on just biting the auburn haired, wanting to hear the boy cry out.

"IZUMI!"

At that loud, angry, rough voice Izumi jerked back. His heart raced as he found that voice similar. He was about to turn towards the voice, but his arm was grabbed in a painful grip and he was torn away from Kaoru.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Izumi flinched at the voice screaming in his ear, turning his head away. But then his hair was grabbed and yanked up, making him look at the person. Izumi felt like crying as he saw it was his father, snarling at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend!?" his father questioned, looking at Izumi accusingly. "You're supposed to tell your father these things!" he added with a growl.

"Answer me!" he ordered, jerking Izumi's head closer. Izumi whimpered as his roots throbbed and gave him a headache from the force. His tears began to surface but he refused to let them fall.

"Izumi?" He immediately opened his eyes as he heard a small voice and looked to the side. He expected to see Kaoru but the person there was not him. He had been replaced. With Luke.

"Ah!? What the fuck do you want!?" his father snarled, letting Izumi go.

Izumi rubbed his scalp and stared wide eyed as his father headed towards Luke dangerously. He knew what was going to happen next. He remembered everything that happened this day.

But Izumi could not shout out to Luke and reached his hand out instead. He needed to stop it! He wanted to stop it! But then Izumi looked at his stretched out hand. He looked at it with pure focus. It was stained red. Red as in with blood.

Izumi furrowed his brows and brought his hand closer. Why was there blood on his hand? Who's blood was it?

Then gradually Izumi started to tear up as he became aware of how badly wounded he was. He looked down at himself and his torso was painted in blood. It hurt. It hurt and it kept getting stronger.

Izumi cried out and fell to the floor, holding his stomach. He was bleeding so much. The blood dripped down his body and pooled at his knees. Izumi whimpered and looked down again to see how badly he was hurt. He noticed, through the thick layer of blood, that he had a thin vertical slash going down the middle of his chest. But Izumi knew there was more so he wiped off some of the blood and confirmed he had a deep puncture to the side of his abdomen.

He whimpered again and held his stomach in agony. Why was he hurt? Why couldn't he remember what happened?

In the mist of his thoughts there was laughter. Izumi looked around but everything was black, he couldn't see anything but himself.

He studied the black area hard until he heard a pair of heels clicking on the floor. A figure emerged from the shadows and walked a bit closer. It was a woman. And Izumi knew this woman well.

"You don't deserve this." The woman started, glaring hard at Izumi. "You don't deserve happiness!" she shouted.

Izumi looked at her worriedly, he didn't like where this was going.

"You monster. You did this." She paused and pointed somewhere, Izumi's eyes followed it. "You did this!"

He saw a puddle of blood with something on top of it. Izumi's eyes widened when he saw what it was. His father.

"You murderer! You monster! You disgusting orphan!" she insulted as more and more bodies appeared all around them.

Izumi 's tears ran down his face as he identified who they were. It was everyone. Ryuu and Liviya appeared first. Next Tamaki, Kyouya, Haruhi, Mori, and Honey. Then his mother. Izumi gasped and wanted to go over to her but his focus went somewhere else as Luke's body appeared next.

Luke! Izumi tried to shout out but he had no voice.

And at last it was the twins.

Although, Hikaru was down on the ground while Kaoru was still on his knees, reaching out towards Izumi.

"I… zu… m—" Then Kaoru fell down and landed on a puddle of blood, next to his brother.

Izumi opened his mouth to shout out to them but he couldn't speak. Kaoru! Izumi tried. It can't be true! That can't be you!

Izumi raised himself up and attempted to go over to the twins but he just howled out in pain and fell back down to his knees, he was still severely hurt.

"You even killed him." the woman said with a slight laugh. "You really don't deserve happiness."

"You don't deserve it! I do!" she shouted.

Izumi couldn't speak but he was absolutely in hell. It hurt him so much to see everyone dead before him. And Kaoru! Why did that happen!?

"I deserve happiness!" the woman shouted angrily, "I'm the one wh—"

In a second the woman was shot, right through her chest. She looked at herself and then back at Izumi's horror-streaked face.

"Y-you… did… this?" Izumi frantically shook his head. I didn't! I didn't do it! I didn't kill anyone! He tried to scream out, but his voice was silent.

No one could hear him. He could not speak. He could not justify himself.

Then the woman fell to the floor, along with the others. Everyone was dead… He… was alone…

His father and mother were gone

I'm alone…

Izumi grabbed his chest and his body trembled in fear.

I'm alone…

He couldn't breathe, he was suffocating.

I'm alone…

Kaoru was gone.

I'm… alone…?


Izumi woke up with a start and panted vigorously. He sat up and grabbed his chest, his nails scratching and digging into his flesh. He was scared. He was terrified.

From the movement Kaoru woke up as well and sat up.

"What's wrong?" he asked alarmingly, noticing the state the raven haired was in.

Izumi jumped a little and stared at Kaoru.

"Kaoru?" he questioned, trying to figure out if what he saw was really just a dream.

"Yeah?"

Izumi stared at him for a few seconds before he tackled the auburn haired, kissing him with such great force the boy fell back against the bed.

"Izumi!" Kaoru mumbled, but despite himself moaned into the kiss.

The raven haired hovered over him and aggressively kissed him. He never wanted to remember something like that again. He didn't want to see Kaoru down on the floor bleeding everywhere and unmoving. Not him or anyone else. He didn't want to see that ever.

Izumi angled the boy's head and immediately sank his teeth down on the sensitive flesh. Kaoru cried out in pain, and shock that Izumi was being this assertive.

He knew he was a little too aggressive but Izumi wanted to reassure himself that Kaoru wasn't going to go anywhere. That Kaoru being here with him now was not a dream.

Both boys erotically kissing and thrusting, hands touching all around their naked torsos and covered crotches. Kaoru whined when Izumi grinded against him and desperately held his shoulders. He didn't know what was up with Izumi but he wasn't about to stop him now. So he just thrust his hips up and ferociously kissed the raven haired, moaning when the older boy grabbed his ass through the thin fabric he wore and grinded their groins together harshly.

On the other hand, Izumi was desperately trying to forget his dream and just devour himself completely in Kaoru. He didn't want anything else to linger in his mind. Just Kaoru. Just his smell, his touch, his taste, his voice. Izumi wanted Kaoru to corrupt his mind, not some nightmare. He just wanted Kaoru. Nothing else.


Okay so I was pretty late with this update so I apologize. But damn this chapter was complicated as hell! I honestly didn't think it would take me this long to write it out. I figured I would be one or two days late but not four :/

Anyways sorry everyone! I'll try to get the next chapter in before the weekend ends though. I kind of don't want my update days to change.

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