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Kuronue: Kuro Kuro-NUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! This chapter contains rape!
Clausola was not gentle. Gokudera only held out for a few thrusts before he started screaming. Gamma had been nothing compared to this man. Clausola was huge and much rougher than the other man, caring nothing for Gokudera's comfort and even trying to bring the pain. Tears stung at the corners of Gokudera's eyes as Clausola's release brought a violent ending thrust.
"Ohhh, you're so perfect," Clausola moaned, riding out his orgasm. Gokudera closed his eyes tightly and looked away, panting hard. Clausola pulled out and lay beside his new pet, wrapping an arm around the boy's waist.
"I knew you'd be good, but I hardly expected you to be quite so amazing. Your beauty is enough to earn my love, but you've surprised me with your…accessibility," he murmured, kissing Gokudera's neck softly. The boy only shuddered, wishing he could block out Clausola's voice.
"Speak to me, beautiful. Tell me about yourself." Clausola's hand stroked over Gokudera's stomach, gently feeling him.
"Fuck you," Gokudera hissed, trying to move away. Clausola sighed mockingly.
"No, my dear. Fuck you. And fuck your little baseball nut – literally - if you don't make me happy."
"…why are you doing this?" Gokudera whispered, keeping his eyes closed. Clausola smiled slightly, knowing he'd won.
"Because you're beautiful," he chuckled, burying his face in Gokudera's neck. Gokudera hesitated for only a second.
"…my name is Gokudera Hayato. I'm 15 years old, a second year in high school. I get A's in everything even though I look and act like a punk. I'm the right hand man of Vongola Decimo and my weapon is dynamite. I play piano. I have no parents left, but an older sister."
"More," Clausola purred, kissing Gokudera's neck lightly.
"I don't know what you want me to say, goddammit," Gokudera hissed, suppressing a shudder.
"Everything. I want to know everything about you." Clausola's hand slipped lower to Gokudera's inner thigh, rubbing gently; Gokudera couldn't stop a violent flinch.
"S-stop it…" he gritted out as the hand moved up again towards his groin.
"Stop it? But you belong to me, beautiful Hayato."
"I don't belong to you! I belong to Takeshi!" Gokudera snarled, slamming his foot into Clausola's stomach. Clausola fell off the bed with a "woof". Gokudera knew he'd made a mistake by letting his temper get the better of him, but he tried to use the opportunity to fight his restraints. However, he felt Clausola's hand in his hair, and then he was jerked back onto the man's hard shaft.
Gokudera screamed, eyes wide, as the thrusting began without a word spoken. Clausola's teeth sank into his neck, bringing stinging tears to Gokudera's eyes.
"You. Will. Not. Fight. Me." Every word was accented with a harder thrust; the sound of skin slapping against skin was palpable. Gokudera's throat gave out, turning his screams into raspy coughs as Clausola released into his body again. His rapist pulled out, yanking Gokudera onto his back and climbing on top of him.
"Now, Hayato darling. You should know better than to do something so stupid. I mean, really." He stroked Gokudera's cheek, tracing the tear tracks. Gokudera tried to pull his face away, but Clausola only held on.
"Let me go," Gokudera whispered, opening his eyes. Clausola smirked and leaned down, touching his nose to his captive's.
"Absolutely not." He forced their mouths together, shoving his tongue between Gokudera's teeth and viciously purging his mouth. Gokudera tried to bite, but his tormentor easily held his mouth open. Clausola's other hand traced over his pet's leg, pulling it up and around his waist. Gokudera's eyes widened as he felt his tormentor's fingers sliding into his entrance.
"You're full of me. How lovely," Clausola murmured into Gokudera's mouth, his fingers curling and uncurling inside of the boy. Gokudera used the chance to jerk his face away.
"Get your fucking fingers out," he rasped, trying to pull away. There was a horrible smile on Clausola's face.
"But if I did that, you wouldn't be able to feel this," he purred, his fingers digging deeper and stroking over Gokudera's prostate. The boy gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine.
"N-no…stop…" he whispered, eyes wide with horror as Clausola's fingers gave him pleasure that overrode the pain he was in from before, "Stop…stop it…"
"Ah, but you're enjoying it so much," Clausola chuckled, his other hand gently fondling Gokudera's hardening member.
"No…no, no, no, stop…" Gokudera thrashed, trying to throw his tormentor off and failing miserably. Clausola laughed softly, continuing his ministrations.
"Please…please, stop," Gokudera begged, closing his eyes tightly as he came closer to release.
"Say my name, and I'll let you finish yourself," Clausola purred, massaging a bit more roughly and dragging a throaty moan from Gokudera's mouth.
"N-no…won't…"
"Then deal with it." Clausola's fingers stroked harder, and he smirked as Gokudera started crying again.
"Takeshi…Takeshi…" he whispered as he released, feeling filthy and guilty.
"You weren't so hard to break," Clausola chuckled, pulling his fingers out and letting Gokudera curl up in a ball. The boy buried his face in his arms and wept, not even noticing Clausola get up and go to the shower.
"Takeshi…"
Yamamoto knew something was wrong.
"Besides everything," he muttered to himself, glancing over at Tsuna sleeping peacefully on the cot. It had taken much cajoling to get the Vongola Decimo to sleep, but Yamamoto knew he needed it. Yamamoto himself, however, could not have slept even if he'd been tired. His mind was on his Hayato and what he must be going through.
"Shit," he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. Of all the days for him to leave his sword at home! He blamed himself for this much like he had for the Gamma incident. Tsuna was upset, but Yamamoto didn't think the boy really grasped the severity of Hayato's situation. Yamamoto had no idea what his boyfriend must be feeling, but if it was anything like after the Gamma incident, there would be tears and much mending if they ever got home.
Reborn had confessed to being shocked about how quickly Hayato had gotten over being raped the first time. He thought it had everything to do with Yamamoto being there for him, and Hayato had confirmed it once they'd gotten together. But Yamamoto couldn't be there now.
"Hayato, hang in there."
Hibari woke up to a cage.
"How irritating. I will have to bite someone to death," he muttered under his breath, banging a fist against the bars. He immediately fell backwards due to an electric shock. Growling under his breath, he sat in the middle of the floor and contemplated what to do next.
Those Mafia idiots that he most certainly did not associate himself with were going to be no help. His tonfas were of course gone, and he was locked in an electricity-fortified cage. Plus, these captors knew his weakness to sakura. He felt around his pockets even though he knew his cell phone was gone.
"Someone is going to die," he snarled to himself. He felt helpless, much like the time that the Mukuro bastard had beaten him up and imprisoned him. He growled low in his throat as he recalled the feeling of knowing that no one was going to come help him; it had been pure luck that the stupid bomber had heard him singing. This time, no one would hear him.
He knew that Dino would come after him, but he had no idea how the blonde would know where he was. Dino had been somewhere in Germany when the capture occurred, but after a day or two without a phone call or text, the Mafia boss would know Hibari was missing.
He didn't really want Dino to come anyway – he could take care of himself.
But at least he would be reinforcements.