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Tsuna rubbed his wrists, looking around the small cell. In the corner was a cot with a flat pillow and no blanket. There were no windows, no light, and no toilet. Yamamoto was banging on the bars and screaming, his voice starting to get hoarse as he threatened and cajoled. Tsuna decided it was time to make him stop before he hurt himself further.
"YAMAMOTO-KUN!" he yelled, grabbing his friend's shoulders. To his utter shock, there were tears pouring down Yamamoto's face.
"Hayato…he has my Hayato, Tsuna…" Yamamoto whispered, dropping to his knees. Tsuna followed more slowly, not sure what to say.
"Y-yeah, but…Gokudera-kun can take care of himself, right? He'll be fine. He'll be fine, Yamamoto-kun," he murmured, hugging Yamamoto's shaking shoulders.
"He touched him…he's gonna rape him…Hayato won't be able to take it, not again! Tsuna, I've got to get to him!" Yamamoto sobbed, clutching Tsuna's shirt desperately.
"Again? But…I thought you…" Tsuna blushed, unable to finish the sentence. Yamamoto shook his head.
"Not yet. We've only been together two and a half months…we were gonna tell you at three," he murmured, looking up at Tsuna sheepishly. Tsuna forced a smile.
"It's okay. Now tell me what you're talking about, if it wasn't you."
Yamamoto looked away, shamefaced.
"Only Hayato, Shamal, Reborn, and I know that Gamma raped Hayato in that parallel universe three months ago. He did it in the name of torture, and sat Hayato down to apologize later. But…it's not like it didn't affect him, you know? Hayato was…pretty broken. I'd been shocked into unconsciousness, but I woke up halfway through and couldn't look away or move. Gamma had his tongue shoved down Hayato's throat, and Hayato was screaming but too weak to get away…it was horrible.
"I blamed myself, like I told you. I mean, we'd fought so badly before Gamma got there. I was so angry because Hayato was pushing me away right when I'd thought I was getting closer to him…I've wanted him for so long. Almost since I met him. He's just so…sorry. Sorry. Anyway, he was raped, and Hibari saved us. Afterwards, Hayato told me that he'd been pushing me away because I was becoming his weakness. He wanted to protect me, and in the end he was so sorry that he couldn't. Well, you know, you can't just let something like that go."
Yamamoto looked up at Tsuna again, tears still shining in his eyes. Tsuna nodded slowly.
"I understand. So before, when you were talking in the van, his 'I told you so' was that you'd become each others' weak spots?"
"Yeah. He fought me for a while, telling me that he couldn't stand for me to be used against him or vice versa, but I won in the end and we've been together ever since." Yamamoto smiled slightly, a shadow of his usual grin.
"He's so strong, Yamamoto-kun. He'll be okay," Tsuna murmured, smiling back. Yamamoto nodded, leaning back against the cell wall.
"Meanwhile, how are we going to get out of here?" he asked. Tsuna let out a silent sigh of relief; Yamamoto was at least partially normal again.
"I don't know. Reborn and the others will be coming after us, I know, but I don't have any idea how they'll find us." Tsuna sat next to Yamamoto, "Are they going to separate us too? I didn't even see where they took Hibari-san."
"I don't know, Tsuna." Yamamoto's eyes still had a faraway look to them, and Tsuna knew he was thinking about Gokudera.
"Yamamoto-kun, you actually love Gokudera-kun, don't you?" he asked after a moment. Yamamoto nodded.
"With everything I am," he replied quietly.
"We'll save him," Tsuna said firmly. Yamamoto nodded again, but Tsuna saw no change in his expression.
"YOU FUCKERS! LET ME GO, DAMMIT!" Gokudera fought as his captors shoved him onto a table and held him down. A large hand clapped over his mouth, reducing his angry curses to muffled shouts. Someone pinned his ankles as a pretty girl with long blonde hair and eyes the same color as Clausola's bent over him.
"Please stop struggling. I'm only going to heal you." Her voice was very quiet, as though she were terrified of Gokudera. The bomber's eyes only narrowed as her hands drifted over his exposed torso. To his surprise, the bruises littering his chest and stomach disappeared as she went.
"You'll have to remove your hand for me to fix his face," she murmured to the guard gagging Gokudera. The man reluctantly lifted his hand, poised to cover his mouth again if he started yelling. But Gokudera only watched the girl warily as she ran her hand over his cheeks.
"There. Good as new." She bowed.
"Lovely work as always, Miss Seraph," one of the guards said, obviously trying to get her attention. She giggled, a tinkling sound that Gokudera could have found enchanting if it weren't for his sexuality. The guards grabbed his arms again, dragging him off the table and out of the room. He went more quietly this time, his rage having simmered down a bit. Struggling was going to get him nowhere.
That train of thought only lasted about five minutes. Any ideas of going quietly screeched to a halt as they pulled him into a room and started stripping off his clothes.
"What the fuck?" he yelled, struggling hard as they cut off the rest of his tank top and removed his button-up. Shoving him to the floor, they efficiently took off his shoes, socks, and pants. Within minutes, Gokudera had been stripped to his boxers. For a moment, he panicked; however, panic turned into simple annoyance as he saw the bathtub.
"Well, shit," he muttered as they stripped off his boxers and threw him into the tub. He surfaced with a gasp, rough hands already rubbing him down. As they moved lower, he growled ferociously and kicked one square in the face. This only resulted in his hair being grabbed and someone shoving his face under the water.
He could feel the hands cleaning off his private areas as another pair kept him from breathing. He kicked and fought, but the hands wouldn't let up. He'd already had his anus violated once today, and his comfort was that they kept their fingers to themselves. Just as he thought he would pass out, the hands pulled him out of the tub and shoved him onto the floor. He coughed up water as the guards dried him off with surprisingly soft towels.
He docilely let them put a bar of baggy black pants on him – anything was better than being naked. He waited for a shirt, but none came. This slammed home what he was going to be used for, and he shuddered at the thought. But nothing could have prepared him for the collar being locked around his neck.
"Hey! No! Absolutely not, you sick fucks!" he snarled, trying to pull away. The hand fastened in his hair again to hold him still as the collar snapped closed with a final click. Gokudera cursed all the way to his tormentor's bedroom, where he was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed. No matter how hard he fought or what he threatened to do, it was useless as they took his cuffs off – only to pull his wrists above his head and chain them to the headboard of the bed.
Long after they'd gone, Gokudera struggled with his restraints. He knew that he was royally fucked, but he refused to give up.
"Takeshi…" he murmured as he fought, giving himself the ultimate motivation to struggle even as he broke the skin on his wrists.
"Takeshi, eh? Is that the Rain Guardian? Takeshi and Hayato. How it rings." Clausola's voice washed over Gokudera, sending a shudder down his spine as he recalled the feeling of the man's disgusting hands. He tried to stop his sudden trembling as Clausola's weight settled on the bed.
"Aw, you've gone and bloodied your wrists. After all the trouble my dear sister went through," the blonde man sighed, reaching up and stroking Gokudera's hair. The bomber snarled at him, yanking his head away angrily.
"Yes, yes, my pretty panther. But in the end, it's all about leverage, isn't it?" Clausola chuckled, sliding over Gokudera's violently shaking body.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Gokudera bucked, but Clausola held on gamely.
"Oh my, such language. You wouldn't want me to take it out on your precious Takeshi, would you?"
And in that instant, Gokudera knew that it was over.