WARNING!Depictions of rape and abuse. It's only in the italicized part so if you want to skip it just skip the italicized part. It's not super detailed or anything.

My first time writing any sort of sexual interaction...and I end up having to write rape...I feel like a bad person...lol...it's not really funny... -_-

I'm sorry.

Sorry about the mess up with the chapter earlier! Thanks for letting me know!

Comments are appreciated as always! I've really enjoyed all the ones I've gotten so far.

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"You filthy piece of shit!" A man in a black suit kicked him in the side. He let out a scream as one of his ribs cracked. He shut his eyes tightly. There was another blow, and then another, and then he could feel himself being lifted off the ground. Hands clenched around his throat making it impossible to breath. He opened his eyes. The man hissed at him and threw him against the wall. More pain. He didn't even have a chance to register where the pain was before another kick slammed the cracked rib into the wall. He screamed again.

"Oi! You little bitch." The man reached to grab him again. Without even thinking, he lowered his head causing the mans hand to hit him in his mouth which he opened just in time to bite down. That was a bad idea. If the guy hadn't been pissed before, he was now.

"You little fucker! Don't think I'm going to let you get away with that!" A cruel smirk appeared on the mans face. "Looks like you want to be punished." The man threw him face down onto the stained mattress. Mattress springs that stuck out were digging into his skin as the man sat on top of him. The man pulled a blade across his back slow and methodical creating several lines. Then the man dipped his fingers in the oozing blood the way the man always did and shoved the fingers into his hole. The suddenness forced out a cry of pain. He hated the feeling of those bloody fingers inside him. He hated that he could feel himself getting aroused even more. The man was rough and more screams escaped his body without his consent. Just like no one cared if he consented to these acts, his body didn't care if his mind consented to his bodys were streaming down his face only making the mans anger worse. The man drew the blade across his skin creating a slightly deeper cut. The man released his own cock from his pants and covered it with blood. In a swift and harsh movement, the man flipped him onto his back and shoved the blood covered cock in his mouth. He couldn't scream. He couldn't breathe. Dark spots encroached on his vision. He heard his name called suddenly in a panicked voice. It didn't make any sense. The man never used his name. He didn't have a name. Only humans have names. Only living things have names. Yet he heard his name called out again. It was so distant but it was there.

"Tetsuya! Wake up Tetsuya. It's not real! Wake up!" Akashi was somewhere between pinning the bluenette down and shaking him frantically. Kuroko was thrashing against him weakly, but determined enough to make the task of restraining him difficult. The doctor and nurse were standing a safe distance away. If Kuroko woke up to one of them touching him, it might only make the episode worse. Kurokos face was twisted into some unrecognizable emotion and his skin was bleeding from where he scratched it as he screamed out and tears flowed from his eyes. Akashi didn't even want to know what Tetsuya was seeing right now. All Akashi could think to do was hold him down and call his name.

"Tetsuya! It's me, Akashi! You need to wake up Tetsuya!"

The thrashing suddenly ceased. Frightened blue eyes flew open only to widen further at the realization of someone touching him.

"It's just me Tetsuya. I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay now. Your safe." Akashi continued to ramble with every comforting phrase he could think of before deeming it safe to let go of the body beneath him, but before he could back away, a fist twisted itself in his face. Akashi stared in shock. The smaller man was holding tightly to his shirt. Akashi wasn't sure why he thought it was a good idea, but he pulled the bluenette to his chest and continued to ramble on comforting phrases, ignoring the doctor and nurse who made their exit. At first, Kuroko tensed up at the sudden hug and Akashi was about to pull away, but the former relaxed after a brief moment and held Akashi's shirt even tighter. Heavy sobs racked the small body and small sounds escaped occasionally that may or may not have had some sort of meaning.

"Shhhh. I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you again. Shh." He rubbed in circles on the Kuroko's back slowly and deliberately so as not to startle him. Akashi lightly kissed the top of the blue head tucked beneath his chin and continued repeating every soothing word and phrase he knew.

It took about twenty minutes for Kuroko's grip to loosen from exhaustion. Akashi maneuvered himself so they could lay down on the bed making things easier on Kuroko. It was about another thirty minutes before the bluenette stopped crying and his breath evened out indicating to the red head that he was asleep. Akashi wasn't sure if he should stay there or move away, but he didn't want to disturb the others sleep so he decided it was best to stay put. He would just have to hope the contact didn't frighten Kuroko when he woke up.

His mind wandered and he found himself wondering just what it was that Kuroko saw. What kind of horrors had played out in his mind and would he ever be able to forget them? The bluenettes face still wore a somewhat pained expression and Akashi could only hope he wasn't seeing any more awful things.