Chapter 2 – Cracked façade

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Warnings: Rape, mentions of rape


Warehouse Hideout – 2012

Shaun woke up from a splitting pain coming from his backend after trying to turn in his sleep. The weary man felt around the nightstand to retrieve his glasses and investigate the unbearable pain coming from his rectum. A strong pair of arms jolted Shaun back into his pain-filled reality as he looked over at the owner of said arms. Desmond was snoring peacefully next to Shaun, a line a drool running down his face and soaking the pillow below. The memories from last night hit Shaun like a mac truck as he held the back of his hand to his mouth. Shaun barely had time to extract himself from Desmond's grip before running into the bathroom and hurling himself into the porcelain. There wasn't much to throw up as Shaun continued to drive heave into the toilet. His stomach forced his head deeper into the bowl, trying to rid itself of every last liquid. Shaun spit the last of his stomach's contents out as he leaned his head against the cold porcelain.

The cuts on Shaun's wrists were more visible in the bright light of the bathroom. The scabbed remains displayed the horrid events that transpired only a few hours ago. Shaun scooted back against the tub as he brought his shaking knees up to chest. His whole body one was big, throbbing mess. The worst of his pain came from his torn anus, the pain now dulled to a constant throb. The endless throbbing served as a constant reminder of Shaun's humiliation. Because that's how Shaun felt right now: humiliated. He was just taken by a man with an IQ lower than that of a donkey's. A man with the chivalry and grace of a drunken buffoon. He had gotten his cherry popped by Desmond Miles.

And Desmond didn't even know it.

Since these episodes began, Desmond showed frequent signs of memory loss. After waking up from an episode, Desmond would have no recollection of what transpired during his sleepwalking. He would have no memory of reliving his ancestor's memories in his sleep.

That means he won't remember any of what he did to me.

Shaun was at a loss of what to do. He didn't want anyone finding out about this incident. He couldn't just go up and tell Desmond what had happened. If he did, he'd have to live with the horror of seeing Desmond's pity-filled eyes every single day. Shaun didn't think he could put up with that. If there was one thing he hated, it was pity towards himself. His siblings had always looked at him like that for being the black sheep of the family. Shaun hated it then and he still hated it now. He was going to keep this under wraps and never speak of it to anyone. Ever.

After a few shaky breaths, Shaun held onto the edge of the tub as he pushed himself off the floor. The action nearly caused him to topple over as a sea of pain ran through his broken body. Shaun limped over to the sink to splash some cold water on his face and get his act together. The cool water felt wonderful on his sweat-licked face but seeing his reflection in the mirror was a little more than he could handle. A stranger stared back at Shaun as he brought his hand up to his battered neck. Numerous bite marks adorned his skin with patches of dried blood on the surface. The color on his right cheek had turned into a light purple with spots of green on the edges. Thin lines of scratch marks ran down Shaun's chest, the skin still red and puffy. But what haunted Shaun the most about his reflection were his eyes. They looked dead.

Defeated. Empty. Lifeless.

The bright green he was so accustomed to had now changed into a two hollow holes. Shaun gripped the edges of his sink when he felt his legs about to give out. His teeth began to chatter as the memory of Desmond marking his neck slowly tried to make its way to the surface.

"Don't you dare start crying Hastings." Shaun told himself as the water began to blur his already hazy sight.

Shaun cupped a few splashes of water into his hands and rubbed the tired from his face. When his breathing became more normal and his teeth stopped their chattering, he moved back into the bedroom and slipped on some clothes. Shaun was grateful that he had plenty of black turtle necks in his drawers. Shaun dressed quickly, knowing he had to be quick if he wanted to disperse the evidence in time. The first thing on Shaun's list was to retrieve his glasses, seeing as they were his only pair.

Walking into his work room was harder than Shaun originally thought. This room had been obtained by Shaun himself to use as a private work area, away from the all the distractions near the Animus. It was a room where he felt more at peace. Shaun liked being able to work by himself and this room provided that sense of a mental safe haven for him.

But not anymore.

Tremors worked their way into Shaun's nerves as he walked into the scene of the crime. The memory of his brutal defilement burned brightly in his mind. Desmond's groans of pleasure coupled with the sound of skin slapping into skin echoed in the back of Shaun's subconscious. The trembling man was not aware that he was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Two torn pieces of Shaun's sweater were lying beneath his feet; drenched in dried blood and cum. The sight left a hollowed feeling inside the broken man. The poor tatters of Shaun's sweater looked exactly how he felt; used and dirtied. Shaun spotted his glasses a few feet away and immediately grabbed them. Being able to see the world more clearly provided a tiny blanket of security within Shaun. The pieces of his once cherished sweater were quickly dispersed to the trash. Shaun left the room immediately after when he felt the oncoming's of another panic attack. Back in his room, Desmond was still snoring peacefully as he mumbled incoherencies in his sleep.

Standing above his tormentor, Shaun had the aching sensation to take his pillow and shove it over Desmond's mouth. Suffocating the insufferable bastard. He looked so happy lying there, like he didn't have a care in the world. While he was off in dream land, Shaun was limping around with a torn and bleeding asshole. It wasn't fair. Shaun deserved some kind of retribution for being put through such utter shit. The pillow in his hands hovered right above Desmond's face, ready to end his sorry life when he snapped out of it. Shaun dropped the pillow from his shaking hands and took a few steps away from Desmond. He couldn't believe what he had attempted to do. He'd honestly considered killing someone. Shaun shook his head, regaining his thoughts. No, I'm not like them. I'm not a killer. I'm a respectable human being, not a murderer.

Though Shaun did feel that Desmond certainly deserved it, he couldn't go through with it. Instead he went back into the bathroom and wet a warm wash cloth. He had to clean the evidence off of Desmond, lest he ask Shaun when he woke up. Cleaning his own blood from Desmond's genital region was tortuous for Shaun. He had to stop and bite his knuckles to keep from screaming every so often. It certainly didn't help matters when Desmond's length began to twitch from the contact. When the man's tanned skin was finally cleaned, Shaun located Desmond's jeans to slip them back on the sleeping Assassin. The last thing for Shaun to do was rid the bed of the bloodstained bed-sheets. It took some time to get them out from under Desmond's heavy weight but the task was eventually completed.

Shaun was utterly exhausted as he sat down on the edge of the bed, trying his best to keep himself together and not have a mental breakdown. Desmond's loud snoring served as a ruthless torment for Shaun, every snore causing him to wince and jump in his spot. Looking back at the man, Shaun sneered at the large wet spot near Desmond's drooling mouth.

Suppose I should be glad that Miles is such a heavy sleeper.


Venice – 1476

Ezio woke up feeling more at ease then he's ever felt. The smell of Leonardo was imbedded in the pillow his head was currently laying on, making Ezio moan in pleasure. Last night had been one of the most pleasurable nights of his young life. The most seductive concubine in Italy could never even hope to match up to the feeling of Leonardo. Ezo didn't know what to expect, never having touched another man before, but what he discovered brought new meaning to the word bliss. The indescribable feeling of being inside Leonardo was amazing. So much so; that one round could not hope to satisfy Ezio's insatiable appetite for the painter. The man's flawless skin and ethereal locks contrasted beautifully against Ezio's dark features. The sounds of his lover screaming in pleasure was more beautiful than any organetto he'd heard in the opera. Even the sight of Leonardo's tears of joy was something Ezio would cherish forever.

Their night of love was something Ezio would treasure in his heart for the rest of his life.

Ezio felt around the bed to bring his lover closer to him, when he realized that the bed was empty. Opening his sleepy amber eyes, Ezio sat up with a groan and looked around at the deserted bedroom. It was not a big surprise to find Leonardo already gone; the man was known for being an early bird. Ezio sneered when he noticed the mess on the bed sheets. He certainly hadn't expected for there to be so much blood from their lovemaking. Patches of dried blood were still stuck to his thighs and genital region. Is this normal for men who bed with one another? I suppose Leonardo will have to get used to the mess from our nightly sessions. Ezio laid back down for a moment, stretching his muscled limbs as he did, before getting up to get dressed and find his new lover.

Flipping his hood over his head, Ezio made his way down the hall to Leonardo's place of work. Ezio moved with the stealth of a young tomcat as he neared the doorway of Leonardo's workshop. He could hear the man in the room bustling about, mumbling various things about a certain client. Ezio crept into the room, unbeknownst to the bustling painter scurrying back and forth. Leonardo ceased his rapid steps as he stood in front of his work table, his back to the Assassin. Ezio used this opportunity to sneak up behind the unsuspecting artist.

"Dammit…this will have to do for now but…" Leonardo trailed off as Ezio stood directly behind him, a smirk playing at his lips.

Leonardo let out a shrill yelp of surprise when Ezio abruptly grabbed him by the sides, nearly causing the other to have a heart attack. Ezio broadly laughed into Leonardo's ear as he circled his arms around the man in a firm hold. The younger male was unaware of the frightened look that dawned Leonardo's features as he was pulled back against Ezio. Nor was he affected by the sudden trembling coming from the smaller male in his arms.

"Good morning Leonardo. Did you sleep well my little dove?" Ezio purred as he inhaled the scent of Leonardo's hair.

The man in his arms flinched but otherwise remained silent. He could not believe how nonchalant Ezio was acting after what he did. The Assassin cocked his head when it became clear that Leonardo was ignoring him. The man's temper began to rise at the continuous silence.

"I believe I asked you a question, my love." Ezio asked a little more impatiently.

Leonardo had never been a man of violence, but at that moment, he wanted to pummel the younger male.

"Did I sleep well? Is that all you have to say after what you've done?" Leonardo broke free from Ezio's hold to stare him in the face.

Ezio returned the glare with one of his own. "What I've done? You mean my making love to you?"

Leonardo threw his hands in the air as he moved away from the hooded mongrel. The painter wanted to scream and curse at the young man before him. It seemed as though there were no lengths Ezio was unwilling to cross to get what he wanted.

Leonardo turned to Ezio with cold steel in his eyes. "Love? Is that what you call last night? You don't know the first thing about love Ezio! You are nothing but a spoiled brat who's never been told no!"

Ezio stood baffled as he listened to the man before him. The painter had never in all his life yelled at someone like he was doing to Ezio right now. The young man's shock was quickly replaced with anger as met Leonardo's glare with his own fierce gaze. To be told he knew nothing of love set his skin aflame with utter rage. Leonardo is the one who is mistaken, not I! He has no right to challenge my love. And he dares to call me a brat?

Ezio stalked up to the other man, backing him up against the table, his predatory eyes locked onto Leonardo's. "You are the one that knows nothing of love Leonardo. I give you my heart and yet you continue to throw it back in my face!" Eizo yelled as he towered over the older man.

Leonardo was suddenly slammed into the table as Ezio secured both of his wrists above his head in one gloved hand. Grinning; Ezio used his free hand to push Leonardo's shirt up, exposing the lower skin. The painter tried feebly to fight the other off but to no avail. For Leonardo; it was like a mouse trying to fight off the talons of an eagle. Ezio merely laughed at the other's struggle and continued his ministrations. His gloved fingers danced their way up Leonardo's chest, pinching and twisting his right nipple. Ezio leaned down and ran his tongue from the belly button up to the light patch of chest hair. Leonardo whimpered when he felt the other man's bulge rub into his midriff. No, please God not again!

"Perhaps I need to show you again how much I truly love you." Ezio rumbled against his neck, nipping at the flesh.

"P-please…stop…" Leonardo cried when the wandering hand dipped into his pants.

Ezio flashed his glaring eyes down at him. "I will tolerate these quarrels no longer Leonardo! You will accept my love…lest you truly desire to test my patience." The young man seethed as he ran the tip of his hidden blade down Leonardo's bruised cheek.

Ezio was just leaning down for a kiss when a brisk knock at the door disturbed the two men.

"Master! Your client for this morning is here to see you! Are you ready yet?"

Leonardo shivered from seeing the hateful look in Ezio's eyes as he glanced over at the door. When those eyes came back to Leonardo they spoke of hurt-filled promises should he attempt to cry out for help. Holding back the tears that threatened to fall, Leonardo tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"Just give me a moment Salai! Tell the client I will be down in a few minutes!" Leonardo yelled as Ezio loomed over him him.

The painter was grateful that his apprentice had not caught the panicked stutter to his voice. "All right but you know how this client is when it comes to patience!" Leonardo let out a breath of relief when he heard the clicking of the young boy's heels down the hall.

Ezio sneered back at the door. "I detest that boy, he's always interrupting."

Only a deaf man would've been unable to catch the hatred swimming in those words. Ezio had never particularly liked Salai. He found him to be too troublesome and annoying. While Leonardo had always brushed off Ezio's dislike for the boy with carefree ease, it now became clear that the Assassin has always been jealous of him.

Despite his current position, Leonardo mustered some strength into his voice. "Leave him be Ezio." He said firmly, a feeling of protectiveness for his precious Salai.

Ezio tightened his grip, causing the man below to wince. "Do not tell me what to do. If I see fit for that boy to be gone, I will do as I please."

To Leonardo, the young man sounded exactly like child. Doing whatever he wanted and growing angry when denied of anything. Ezio was acting much like a toddler; stomping his feet and demanding his way. If the situation hadn't been so dismal, Leonardo would have laughed at him.

Instead he snorted at the man's unruly behavior. "You'll only be proving my point that you are indeed a spoiled brat."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Leonardo knew he should have kept quiet. Ezio's shocked face slowly morphed into one of pure rage. Though he was acting like a spoiled brat, the grip on Leonardo's wrists was that of a full grown adult. Without warning, Leonardo was picked up and slammed face first into the table. Ezio used his forearm to keep his face planted in the wood as he reached for the front of Leonardo's drawstring. The painter felt his heart stop when Ezio kicked his legs apart, undoing the string of his pants.

Leonardo struggled underneath the relentless Assassin as his pants fell to the cold floor. "No! Ezio please! I'm begging you! Please stop!" He cried as Ezio struggled with his own pants.

The man holding him down applied more pressure as he growled into his ear. "I warned you not to test me, maybe next time you will watch your tongue."

Leonardo shuddered when he felt the blunt head of Ezio's cock prod at his entrance. The horrifying memories of their previous night came flooding back as Leonardo was reduced to a quivering mess in Ezio's arms. He was going to be taken again in the most malicious way possible. Leonardo could not stop the tears that fell from his eyes as Ezio gripped his hips in an iron hold. Before his pain could begin Leonardo spotted something on the table next to him.

"Ezio wait! Use this oil on yourself! Please!" Leonardo begged just as Ezio was about to thrust inside.

"Oil?" The young man questioned as he glanced up at what Leonardo was referring to.

"It will make things easier." The man sobbed in defeat as Ezio took the bottle of oil and smeared it on himself. Ezio groaned in approval as he smeared the substance up and down his hard length. Leonardo hoped that the use of lubricant would help ease his pain and make this time easier for him.

While the oil did make the initial penetration go more smoothly, it did nothing to ease the pain as he was once again split in half. Ezio moaned from above while Leonardo clenched his teeth to hold back his cries of agony. His muscles screamed in protest at being torn open once more. The feeling of Ezio's immense cock filling him up was a sensation Leonardo could never grow accustomed to. Leonardo always imagined his first time with another man as a beautiful act of two bodies melding together. He never thought of sex as something painful and violent, not until after he was first taken by Ezio. Now any thought of sex would always be coupled with the awful memory of Ezio's thick, merciless length.

Ezio tilted his head back in pleasure, letting out a lengthy moan as he pounded into the man below him. The oil really did make things a lot easier. The slick substance helped slide his cock smoothly into his lover rather than forcefully pushing into him dry. Ezio made a mental note to use this oil again when he visited Leonardo later tonight. The Assassin ran his fingers through Leonardo's long hair, clutching him by the skull and baring the man's neck for his teeth. Ezio loved marking his neck almost as much as he loved being inside of him. He loved the taste of Leonardo's blood on his tongue, the coppery flavor better than the sweetest honey. Ezio quickened his erratic pace as he gnawed on the flesh of Leonardo's neck. He moaned into Leonardo's collar when he felt the man's fleshy walls clamp harder around his engorged member, squeezing him ever so wonderfully.

"Master! The client is waiting! What on earth are you doing in there?" Salai yelled from the hallway.

Ezio ceased his rapid movements, his cock still buried deep within the quivering painter. Leonardo froze upon hearing his pupil's voice. To have Salai walk in on him right now would be a fate worse than a thousand deaths. Ezio released his hold on the other's neck to whisper in his ear.

"Answer him." He said before thrusting back into the battered man.

Leonardo bit into his cheek to stifle his cries. He could not believe what the young Assassin was demanding of him. The man wanted him to answer Salai while being forcefully taken against his own worktable. The very thought sickened Leonardo to the core. Does he have no shame?

The painter let out a startled gasp when Ezio sent an excessively hard thrust into his entrance. "Answer him Leonardo…or I will." He threatened with an overly loud moan.

"Master?" Salai asked again.

With a heavy heart, Leonardo steadied his voice the best he could. "I heard you S-Salai. I just n-need a f-few more minutes."

There was a long pause before Salai answered him. "Master…are you alright?"

Ezio groaned loud enough for the boy to hear as he picked up the pace, slamming harder into Leonardo's already abused hole. The table began to creak from the strength of Ezio's thrusts.

"What was that? Master, is everything alright?" Salai sounded worried now.

Leonardo strengthened his voice when he heard the fumbling of the door latch. "Yes, everything is fine! Please Salai just wait downstairs for me!" There was no mistaking the strain in his voice.

Leonardo clenched his jaw when he felt Ezio tighten his hold on him, shooting his cum all over the walls of his insides. Ezio gave a few more meager thrusts before emptying his load inside the painter. While Ezio took a moment to catch his breath, Leonardo slumped against the table, feeling completely ashamed of himself. Ezio planted a tender kiss to Leonardo's temple as he pulled out of the broken man. The liquid that trailed down Leonardo's thighs was positively revolting. Ezio at least had the decency to pull his pants back up instead of leaving him to sob against the table.

Ezio brushed a few strands of golden hair out of Leonardo's face as he spoke. "I will come back to your workshop when night falls, my love. I expect to find you in the bedroom when I return." Ezio growled before planting another kiss to his sweaty face. Leonardo remained draped along the table as Ezio opened the studio window and jumped down onto the roofs below. The painter gradually moved himself up before falling back into a nearby chair. The man sat with his head hung into his shaking hands, rocking back and forth as the pain filled his body.

Leonardo did not look up when he heard the sound of the door opening and his young pupil come rushing inside.

"Master! What happened? Are you alright?" Salai knelt in front of his Master, taking the shaking hands into his own.

Gently, Salai tilted his Master's chin up, looking into the swollen red eyes. The young pupil gasped at what he saw, his gaze trailing down the broken face of his Master.

"Leonardo, who did this to you?" Salai asked as he carefully rubbed his thumb against the bruise on his cheek. Leonardo could not bring himself to answer his apprentice, the trauma of his earlier ordeal constricting his vocal chords. The shaking painter hissed when Salai ran his fingertips over the cuts on his neck.

Slowly, Salai began to put the pieces together in his mind as he stared at the open window, the red drapes fluttering from the wind.

The young pupil could not contain his anger as he stood up and pointed at the window in accusation. "It was that hooded brute wasn't it? That despicable bastard! I'll wring his neck for this!" Salai clenched his fists as he turned to leave the room and find the man responsible. A firm grip on his arm stopped him in his tracks.

"Please Salai…just stay here with your weary Master." Leonardo whispered as Salai turned to look at him with wounded eyes. Leonardo pulled his pupil up to him as he wrapped his arms around Salai's lithe waist.

"Salai, will you hold me?" Leonardo cried into Salai's stomach as a comforting pair of arms curled around his shaking frame.

Salai could still feel the burning need to hunt down the man that had done this to his Leonardo, but right now he needed to be calm. At the moment his Master needed him, he had to be strong. No matter how badly he wanted to run out into the streets and call out that vile hooded rat responsible for this.

The young pupil held the crying man closer. "Of course my Master…shhhh be still now. I'm here." Salai comforted his Master, stroking his hair as the man continued to bawl.

Salai held back his own angry tears as he hummed a soft lullaby to calm his damaged Master.


Warehouse Hideout – 2012

Desmond rolled over on the bed when he felt a weird slap to his face. With a groan, he mumbled into the pillow and tried to ignore whatever was trying to bother him. There was another hard slap, this time to the back of his head. Desmond growled when he felt someone trying to shake him awake. He already knew it was too early to start the day so he pulled the pillow over his head and swiftly went back to sleep. A hard punch to the ass shot him out of bed from the blunt sting of the quick action.

"What the fuck." Desmond mumbled as he rolled onto back, rubbing his bleary eyes.

Shaun was standing in front of his, looking pissier than usual. Desmond quirked an eye at the odd sweater choice Shaun had on. To be blunt; the black turtle neck looked pretty fucking stupid on the already tight-assed Brit. Desmond was about to make a comment when he noticed the dark bruise on Shaun's cheek.

"Hey, what happened to your face?" Desmond asked, tapping his right cheek.

"I accidentally doored myself. Now get out of my bed." Shaun quickly demanded.

Desmond snorted as he scratched at his dark hair. "Your bed? This is my bed man." He said with long stretch of his limbs.

Shaun narrowed his eyes at the carefree Assassin. "No, it's not. That is my bed which is located in my room, hence mine."

Desmond looked around the room when he realized that this was not his room. This room was clean and organized to perfection, it definitely belonged to Shaun. The ex-bartender looked back at Shaun with a bewildered expression.

"Uhh…how did I end up in your room?" Desmond asked as Shaun threw his white sweater at him.

"You were sleepwalking last night and passed out in here." Shaun said while avoiding all eye contact with him.

"Why was-"

Shaun finally snapped. "I don't know why Miles! Just get the fuck out of my room already!" The man yelled as he pointed towards the exit.

Desmond was surprised by Shaun's sudden outburst; usually the man was more collected than this. Shaun was practically seething as he glared down at the sleepy Assassin. Desmond slipped his sweater back on as he walked past the seething Englishman.

"Someone's got a thick stick up their ass today." Desmond muttered as he opened the door to leave.

Desmond was just walking out when a blunt object hit him square in the head. He whipped around just as another book hit him in the shoulder.

"Shaun! What the hell!" Desmond yelled as he dodged the many things thrown at his head.

Shaun bared his teeth, eyes wild with rage. "Get. Out!"

He picked up his alarm clock and chucked it directly at Desmond who swiftly ducked in time. The clock hit the wall, breaking into tiny fragments as Desmond stared at Shaun with wide eyes. The man backed out of the room as Shaun marched up and slammed the door shut. Desmond was left standing in the hallway, a painful thumping coming from the back of his head where the book hit him. What the fuck was that about?

Desmond walked back up to the door, banging his fist upon it. "Shaun?" He asked worriedly.

No answer.

Desmond banged a little harder. "Shaun open the door! The hell's a matter with you?"

Still no answer.

Now the man was getting annoyed. "Open the fucking door Shaun! You can't just flip out like that and expect the other person not to ask about it!" Desmond yelled as he tried the doorknob only to find it locked.

Desmond glared at the locked door before giving it a good kick and stomping away. If Shaun wanted to act like that, so be it. Desmond didn't need to put up with this shit when he had plenty of his own to deal with. Though he still wanted to know why Shaun suddenly snapped like that. The guy was known for his pissy moods but he'd never seen him like that before. The way Shaun was glaring at him made Desmond think he wanted to strangle the living hell out of him. He knew Shaun wasn't very fond of him, but his tone of voice and violent actions spoke of hidden animosity towards the man. Does he really hate me that much?

Desmond stopped his speedy pace down the hallway as he glared at the floor.

This isn't fair. I've never done anything to Shaun and yet he always treats me like this. Shutting me out and pushing me away. If he let me in, just once, I'm sure he'd see the kind of man that I really was. A strong, dedicated, funny, all around cool guy.

"Desmond?" He turned around to find Lucy, looking puzzled.

She tilted her head. "What're you doing up so early? You usually don't roll out of bed until noon." Lucy said with a smile as she pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

The hooded man turned around to face her. "Shaun told me I was sleepwalking last night and I somehow ended up passing out in his bed. He threw me out of his room just a second ago." Desmond watched her expression go from playful to concerned.

"Sleepwalking?" She asked, her blue eyes casting shades of worry.

"Yeah, he was really pissed about it to. Like right before I left he started throwing shit at me and screaming. Got me right in the back of the head with a hardcover book too." Desmond said he rubbed the sore spot.

"Jesus…that's not like him." Lucy mumbled as she glanced away.

"Do you think you can ask him about it? I tried, but he wouldn't answer the door. Plus he locked it."

Lucy nodded her head. "Sure Desmond, I'd like to make sure he's alright myself."

The pair walked in comfortable silence before stopping in front of their destination. Standing in front of Shaun's door, Desmond leaned down to whisper in Lucy's ear. "I'm not here." He said while holding his hands up and backing away from the door.

Lucy nodded her head once more before giving a curt knock. "Shaun? It's Lucy; can we talk for a minute?" She yelled loud enough for the man to hear. Lucy placed her ear against the door to listen in on the other side. The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

"I think he's in the shower Desmond. I can hear the water running." Lucy said as Desmond came up beside her and placed his head to door as well. Indeed he could hear the shower running.

"I'll talk to him later today, ok Desmond?" Lucy said as she left with a quick goodbye back to her room.

Desmond stood outside Shaun's door, ignorantly unaware of the mental breakdown going down in his head as he sat in the tub.

Shaun was scrubbing his skin raw as he wiped at the numerous bite and scratch marks that adorned his body. The water was cranked to its hottest capacity as the scolding water ran down Shaun's already reddening skin. Shaun was trying desperately to wash the filth of Desmond from his body. Yet it seemed like no matter how hard he scrubbed or hot the water was; he couldn't get the feeling of Desmond off of him. He could still feel the man's rough hands running up and down his body. That wicked tongue lapping up his torso. Those blunt teeth gnawing at his neck. His mammoth length forcing itself inside of him, tearing at his innards and forever scarring the delicate tissue. It just wouldn't go away no matter how many times Shaun scrubbed at his body. The feeling of Desmond was always there.

Shaun sat in the shower long after he ceased scrubbing. His dull eyes watched as the red tinted water was sucked down the drain. Even now his hole still bled, as if he were a woman having a menstrual cycle. The sight was humiliating but Shaun did not want to leave the confines of the bathtub. He just wanted to sit here and watch the evidence of his shame wash down the drain. The Brit figured that maybe if he sat here long enough, he would get sucked down too. Sucked into that dark oblivion where no one could ever find him. Eventually the scolding water turned cold as Shaun shivered from the icy droplets. He quickly turned the water off before his body caught a case of hypothermia.

With shaky legs, Shaun carefully stood up. Grabbing a towel off the rack he wrapped it around his midriff and used another towel to sling around his neck. Shaun had to sit down on the toilet when he felt his legs about to give out. The pain in his rectum was relentless, never ceasing its throbbing even for a moment. Shaun gave out a light whimper from the unyielding pain that refused to leave. After drying himself off Shaun limped back into the bedroom, pausing before the bed. Even though the tainted sheets had been put away, the bed still seemed filthy to Shaun. How many times had Desmond cum in his ass while Shaun writhed and screamed from underneath him? Filling him up with his atrocious seed. And on my own goddamn bed no less. Shaun could still hear Desmond's deep voice moaning into his ear as the bed squeaked from the rapid movement.

"Sei mio"

Shaun shivered as he felt the hot air of Desmond's voice on his neck. His mind began replaying the scene before him, against his own will. The feeling of Desmond's dripping chest rutting against his own slick back. The beads of sweat falling off the man's muscled torso and onto Shaun's quivering skin. The smell of sex hung heavily in the room, choking Shaun's senses. Desmond pulled his hair back, claiming his mouth like he did everything else from Shaun. Taking all the man had to offer. Shaun could not fight back as Desmond seized his mouth, tasting every inch of him.

"Tu appartieni a me"

Desmond molded himself to Shaun's trembling frame as he took him again and again, his tanned skin contrasting starkly against Shaun's pale body. The mix of fluids in Shaun's ass made for the perfect lubricant as Desmond shoved himself in and out with ease. Shaun distinctly remembered the feeling of Desmond's large hand intertwining with his own trembling fingers. As if they were a young couple making passionate love for the first time. The tender act made him sick.

"Mio piccolo cagna"

Shaun struggled in his grip when he felt the oncoming's of another orgasm from the insatiable tyrant. He didn't want any more of his essence inside of him; he had too much already. Every drop of his seed felt like acid against his bleeding flesh, staining his walls with the putrid substance. Shaun felt like his organs were slowly starting to rot from all of the cum contaminating his insides. He begged and cried for Desmond to pull out before cumming in his ass again. He couldn't take much more of this. Shaun hated himself for being reduced to tears as he pleaded for Desmond to stop. His cries fell on deaf ears as Desmond reached the end of his current climax.

"Sei mio…"

Desmond groaned again, verbally telling Shaun he belonged to him while physically claiming his body as his own. Shaun continued to bawl as Desmond grunted in his ear, a hellish sound that would forever haunt his nightmares. The feeling of sticky fluids erupted into his rear as Desmond held Shaun in a suffocating embrace.

"…e lo sarai sempre."

Shaun winced when he felt Desmond's mouth on the back of his neck, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.

A loud bang at the door broke Shaun out of his horrifying flashback. The man was currently huddled in the farthest corner of the room, beads of tears falling onto his lap. A line of red dribbled down Shaun's chin from his teeth biting into his lip. His hands were clutching at his damp head, trying to block the awful memory that tried to resurface. Shaun flinched when he heard his tormentor's voice outside the door.

"Shaun? Look I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean anything by it."

The Brit stayed silent, unwilling to make even the tiniest peep.

Another bang, louder this time. "Shaun I know you can hear me. Would you quit being such a prick and just open the damn door already?"

Shaun covered his ears to block out the sound of his rapist's voice. The banging on the door caused Shaun to curl in on himself, praying for the man to just go away and leave him alone for good. Shaun covered his mouth to muffle his strangled cries as Desmond continued to plague him.

It was a reality Shaun had no escape from.


Now that I plan on making this into a chapter story, I'll try my best to update frequently. Though I can't make any promises, college takes up a lot of my free time these days. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed; I always love hearing what a reader has to say.

Until next time

mcpidy


Translations

Italian:

Sei mio – you're mine

Tu appartieni a me - you belong to me

Mio piccolo cagna – my little bitch

e lo sarai sempre - and you always will be