Title: The Lowest of the Low
Fandom: Prince of Tennis- Mukahi Gakuto
Characters: Mukahi Gakuto, Yamato
Prompt: 071 - Broken
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 582
Summary: Thankfully, the last time Gakuto sees Yamato. Unfortunately, it's not pretty.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them.
A/N: A special think you to ladyofwater who beta'd this for me. I appreciate it more than you know. That being said, this is graphic; I'm warning you now. There is talk of sex, forceful sex, and it's not pretty. This is what it's like when you have a partner that doesn't care for you, than wants to hurt you, emotionally if not physically. It's my experience; it is probably not the same as what others have dealt with. If you haven't had to deal with it, then I am envious. I've decided to try to use my writing as a method of healing.
"You're such a slut for this cock, aren't you? You'll do anything for it. You're such a little slut, but only for me." It was the same every time he came over- Gakuto didn't understand why he kept going back. In the end, Yamato left him a broken pile of flesh on the bed.
"Bitch, you're not sucking hard enough. I won't put it in unless you suck harder." Yamato reached down, grabbed a fistful of Gakuto's hair, and proceeded to literally choke Gakuto on his cock. After the third thrust into his mouth, Gakuto had had enough.
"Do you want me to suck it, or puke on it?" A backhand to the head was his answer.
"You will do what I say, when I say." As if to prove this, Yamato moved back. "Get on the bed. You're going to take the whole thing in your ass and I don't want to hear any complaints. Got it?"
With that declaration, Gakuto found himself lifted off the ground and thrown onto the bed. Yamato followed, grabbing hold of the waistband of Gakuto's pants. At least I'm wearing warm up pants, Gakuto thought. Nails raked down his hip, taking skin and drawing blood.
Looking down, Yamato sneered. "I can do that to you. You can't do that to me. Just how would I explain something like that when I got home? You, you have no one to explain these things to. Nobody cares what happens to you."
Why am I doing this? Gakuto asked himself for the third time that night. Why do I let him in the door? I'm lonely, that's why. I moved away from everyone. I wanted something new, something exciting. Hell, something more than tennis. I got away from it. I got a literal pain in the ass. Yuushi would never do this to me, and now I've lost him. I was too scared and…..
His thoughts were interrupted by familiar pain. Sure, Yamato was using a condom. "I don't want to catch anything from you"he had said the first time. What he didn't bother with was lube, nor anything to prepare Gakuto for the upcoming invasion.
"Fuck, you're so tight. I'm gonna come already."
Gakuto didn't have to wait long. In a matter of seconds, Yamato came. For a moment, Yamato's arms began to buckle, but he recovered quickly, grasped the base of his cock and condom, and pulled out; a breath later, he was fastening his pants.
"You'll have to clean up a bit. There's a little blood." adjusting his clothes and checking his hair in the mirror, he walked to the door.
"Now that school's over for the year, I'll call you," Yamato called over his shoulder. Not getting a response, he shut the door.
Gakuto rolled onto his side, ignoring the come-filled condom that stuck to his leg. He didn't bother holding the tears back.
How pathetic am I? I always let him come back, after every thing that's happened. This is the last time. I can't take it any more. This isn't what I want for my life. How did things get so bad? Maybe I should just go back. Will he take me back? I don't want to be alone.
Slowly, carefully he got up, walking to the shower. Turning on the hot water and stepping into the spray, Gakuto scrubbed himself as if he could remove the skin Yamato touched. While he scrubbed, he planned; he had to get Yuushi back.