When Bel had heard that the Varia were spending a night drinking and being rowdy, he had holed himself up in his bedroom with Chiara, not wanting anything to do with alcohol or whatever else his teammates would do tonight; they always did stupid things when they were drunk, and he refused to let them near Chiara in that state.

Even with his bedroom door and windows all shut and locked, Bel could still hear the other Varia officers, despite being four floors above them. He was getting agitated by their drunken noise; for reasons he didn't entirely understand as he never used to be bothered by this, he was uncomfortable knowing just how near their escapades he was.

No matter how hard Bel tried to ignore it and go to sleep, it soon became impossible when someone knocked at his bedroom door. He frowned as he sat up and pulled the blankets over him; did he really want to let some drunken asshole into his room…?

"Bel, it's me."

Bel let out a sigh of relief when he recognised Takeshi's voice; he would let his boyfriend inside, but no one else. He got out of bed so that he could unlock the door and let the younger in, but as soon as he opened the door and caught a whiff of alcohol, he started regretting his decision; he just didn't want anyone who had been drinking around him. "Takeshi…"

Takeshi smiled as he reached out and wrapped his arms around Bel. He didn't notice the smaller male stiffening in the hold; he instead murmured, "Lussuria gave me lots of alcohol…"

Bel tried to back away from the younger, but Takeshi was holding him too tightly. "…"

"I've never drank before. It makes me feel funny." The Japanese male gave a small laugh as he leant further in against Bel. He didn't hear the whimper the boy made; all he could focus on was how good it felt to be so close to his new boyfriend. "Bel… I feel…"

The Varia Storm wasn't stupid; he could feel the growing bulge against his thigh. He didn't know what to do; he wanted to get away, to take Chiara and hide somewhere they would both be safe – but part of him had grown to feel so helpless, he didn't see the point in resisting; he had tried to resist for so long with Verde, but nothing he had said or done had been enough to stop any of them from raping him; it was truly easiest on him if he just laid back and let it happen.

Bel whimpered again as Takeshi started walking him backwards towards the bed. The boy didn't fight it; maybe if he were lucky, Takeshi would be done in a few minutes and leave him alone.

"Bel, I…" The stronger male, to Bel's sincere surprise, was gentle as he laid the blond down on the mattress. Takeshi made no move to hurt the other as he clambered above Bel; he instead stared down at his boyfriend with a gentle expression. "I really… Really wanna… You know…"

Bel closed his eyes. He sighed as he turned his head to the side; what was the point in saying no? It would still happen anyway – Chaira was living proof of that. Takeshi was stronger, and there was no way the Varia Storm could fight him away without his knives; he knew that it would just be easier for him to lay back and try to pretend he wasn't being raped again.

Takeshi laughed again as he leant forward to nuzzle his nose against the older male's throat. "You smell good, Bel. Can I? Please?"

A single tear rolled down onto the pillow beneath his head as Bel nodded; if he didn't fight it, it would be easier on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when large hands started pulling at his clothing; if he were lucky, he would be able to lose himself inside his head and pretend this wasn't happening to him.

Bel said nothing as he was undressed. He ignored the drunken whispers Takeshi made, and he tried to pretend that there were no hands all over his body, touching him in places he didn't want anyone near. He couldn't keep himself from sobbing silently when fingers were replaced with something much bigger, and when he felt the tell-tale liquid gushing inside of him, he could no longer hold back his agonised cry of despair; he just wanted to die, to never have to remember this kind of pain ever again.

"Bel…" Takeshi's voice was slurred, from both the alcohol in his system and the orgasm he had just experienced. Even so, Bel could hear the sad tone in it. The younger male reached out and pulled his boyfriend close, holding him tight. He whispered soft words, but he knew Bel wasn't listening; he had hurt the fragile boy because he hadn't been thinking clearly. "Bel, m'sorry…"

Bel couldn't reply; all he could do was cry his heart out.

"I thought…you wanted it…" It was true; Takeshi had asked for Bel's consent and been given it, so why was the smaller male upset? He had hurt the boy during? "Are you… in pain…?"

Yes… Bel couldn't respond verbally; all he could do was scream inside of his head and wish the younger had mind reading powers because then maybe it would be easier for him to convey his needs. Oh, fucking hell, yes… So much… Just not… the kind of pain you're thinking of… I want to die, Takeshi… Please… Please, help me… I don't want to live like this… D-don't… Don't leave me… Save me… Please…

Takeshi didn't know what to do; his thinking was clouded and he was afraid of hurting Bel even more; the only thing he was certain of was to lay here with the boy in his arms and protect him for the rest of the night.