Just a warning guys, this chapter contains rape. Proceed with caution.

A few weeks passed and Virgil was settling in well enough at Deceit's home. He did his best to be appreciative and grateful, but sometimes he slipped up. He was thankful though that Deceit always let him know if he was being rude or unappreciative.

He tried his best, though; trying to remember to thank Deceit anytime the older Side gave him food. He even offered to do the dishes sometimes. Right now was one such time, and as he was scrubbing excess food off the plate in the sink, he heard a loud bang come from upstairs, followed by low muttering. Virgil suspected that there was at least one other side living in the house with Deceit and himself, but no such side had ever approached him, and Virgil did not intend to seek him out.

Besides, if Deceit wanted him to meet the other Side, he would have introduced them. That he had not done so suggested to Virgil that Deceit didn't actually want them to meet, and Virgil was not going to actively go against what Deceit wanted. The older side could be quite…frightening…if Virgil did things wrong.

A few days ago, Virgil had accidentally dropped a cup when he was collecting the dishes after dinner. Thankfully, the cup had been plastic, so nothing was broken. Deceit had been angry nonetheless.

"What if that had have been glass?" Deceit yelled, standing up from the table and storming towards Virgil, who still had the rest of the dishes in his grip. Desperate not to drop any more of them, he clutched them tightly to his chest as he backed away, until his back hit the bench. Deceit stood far too close for Virgil's comfort, and the anxious side's heart raced and he tried to make himself smaller as he apologised.

"I'm s-s-sorry!" He stuttered, lowering his head.

"Don't look away from me!" Deceit snapped, grabbing Virgil's chin tightly and forcing him to look up.

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry." He whimpered. For a moment, nothing happened, but then Deceit took a deep breath, and his expression changed from one of anger to something calmer. He sighed, letting go of Virgil's chin.

"I apologise for yelling at you." He said as he put his hand on Virgil's shoulder. "But you need to be more careful. I've taken you in and given you a home, and I just don't want you to wreck it with your clumsiness. Pay more attention next time."

"I-I-I-I w-will, I-I-I'm, I'm, I'm s-sorry." Virgil stuttered again, wanting nothing more than for Deceit to stop touching him. But the serpentine side was right; he had taken Virgil in, given him food and a room, with a bed and clothes, and how did Virgil pay him back? By dropping his stuff? Deceit had every right to yell at Virgil. He just had to take it and improve himself.

"I know you're sorry." Deceit said. "Just make sure it does not happen again."

"It won't. I prom-p-promise."

"Good." Deceit took his hand off Virgil's shoulder, and Virgil stumbled a little, the plates and the cutlery from that night's dinner still clutched tightly to his chest. His entire body was shaking, and tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he struggled to draw in enough breath. Deceit had never yelled at him like that before. Sure, he'd snapped at him a few times when Virgil had messed up, but he'd never outright yelled at him. This was new, and scary, and Virgil didn't know how to deal with it.

Still shaking, he gently put the plates and the cutlery into the sink, turning on the hot water and retrieving the dishwashing liquid from the cupboard below. When he reached down to grab it, he realised the gravy from the plates had stained his shirt. It would have to be washed.

As a tear spilled down his cheek, he plunged his hands into the boiling water and began to scrub the plates clean.

Hands shaking slightly at the recent memory, Virgil continued to wash the dishes, taking extra care not to bang any of them on the side of the sink. He hadn't been yelled at again since he dropped the cup, and he wanted to keep it that way, so he did his best to make sure he did everything exactly the way Deceit wanted them done. In fact, he was so absorbed in making sure he completed his task correctly that he didn't notice when the aforementioned Side descended the staircase from the upper floor and crept up behind him.

He jumped violently when Deceit lay a hand on his shoulder, and only just managed to suppress a squeal as he tried to turn around. His body was met with resistance, however, as Deceit was so close, pressed up against Virgil so that he was trapped between the counter and Deceit's body. The older side rested his head on the younger's shoulder.

Virgil froze, not knowing what else to do. This was the closest Deceit had ever been to him, and he didn't know how to respond. What was he supposed to do? What was Deceit doing? Had he done something wrong, what was –

"Don't stop on my account." Deceit purred. Not wanting to defy Deceit, Virgil quickly went back to scrubbing the dishes, making sure the plates were completely free of food before placing them on the drying rack, the cups and cutlery quickly following suit. When that was all done, he pulled the plug from the sink, letting the water drain as he reached over to grab the towel he needed to dry the dishes. However, as he stretched his arm out, he realised that it was just slightly too far away for him to reach without moving; and he didn't want to move, lest he risk vexing Deceit.

His arm lay outstretched in the air awkwardly, as his mind began to panic. What should he do? He needed the towel, but Deceit clearly wanted him to stay in this spot. If he moved, would Deceit become angry with him? But if he didn't get the towel, he couldn't finish the dishes, which would also make Deceit angry.

After a few more moments of panic, he realised there was only one option.

He would need to ask Deceit to pass him the towel.

Virgil drew in a deep breath. "D-Deceit?"

"Yes?" The older side's voice was low, sultry, and it sent chills down Virgil's spine.

"C-could you please p-pass me the t-t-ow- the towel?"

"Seeing as you asked so nicely." Deceit responded, reaching over and picking up the towel with ease. "Here you go." He said as he placed the towel in Virgil's hand.

"Thank-thank you." Virgil shakily dried all the dishes, and it seemed to take forever, but eventually he finished, and set the towel back down. It didn't take very long for Virgil to realise that he was still facing a very similar problem. With Deceit effectively trapping him (don't think about being trapped! Trapped trapped trapped!) against the counter, there was no way Virgil could return the clean dishes to their respective homes in the high cupboard and the cutlery draw.

He began to full body shake now. He didn't know what to do. If he asked Deceit to move so he could put away the dishes, Deceit might think Virgil was trying to tell him what to do, but if he didn't, Deceit would be annoyed that Virgil wasn't finishing his job properly. There was no way he could possibly win in this situation. What was he supposed to do?

His inner monologue of panic was brought to a screeching halt when Deceit grabbed Virgil's behind in his hand.

Virgil yelped, startled, and his fight or flight reflexes took over. He squirmed, trying to get away, but Deceit just gripped his shoulder with his other hand and squeezed, tight, and pressed himself harder against Virgil, pushing him painfully into the side of the counter. "Don't move." Deceit said quietly, the hint of a warning in his tone.

"W-w-w-what a-are, what are y-you do-doing?" Virgil's mind raced, and despite the older side's instructions, he continued to wriggle. He didn't like Deceit's hand being on his butt, no-no-no-no-no he didn't like that at all, the touch felt invasive and he had to get that hand off, off off off!

"Oh come now," Deceit tutted, squeezing Virgil's butt a little more. "I've given you all you could ever need, and you're not even going to let me have the one thing I ask of you? How ungrateful."

"I-I'm sorry." He stuttered, still desperately trying to find a way out of this. It was scary, it was scary and uncomfortable and frightening and he didn't like it and he just wanted Deceit to stop touching him. "I don't, I mean I didn't – I don't mean to be un-ungrate-ungrateful, but I don't-"

"Hush."

Virgil complied, mostly because he was struggling to breathe, and the more he talked the less he could breathe and the less he could breathe the more panicked he became.

"There's a good boy." Deceit breathed. "Are you going to keep fighting me? I have to say, I'll be very disappointed if you do. After everything I've done for you, I only ask this in return. It would be very selfish of you to deny me this one thing after I have done so much for you." Deceit paused, letting his words sink in.

Virgil didn't want to be selfish, not after everything Deceit had done for him, but he was scared – so scared, and he knew what Deceit wanted. Knew that the older side wanted much, much more than to just touch Virgil's backside, but it was the only thing Deceit wanted from him, even after everything he had given. Who was Virgil to deny him what he wanted?

But he was so, so scared.

"Are you going to keep fighting me?" Deceit repeated.

Virgil stopped wriggling, his head hung low, and he knew Deceit understood that he had his answer.

"Good boy." He praised softly. Virgil felt the hand let go of his behind, and then in one swift movement, Deceit spun him around, lifted him up, and began to walk toward the staircase. Virgil yelped, gripping onto Deceit's cape as tightly as he could. The tightness in his chest only increased as they ascended to the upper floor. His stomach felt like it was filled with lead as Deceit opened the door to his bedroom, entered, and shut it behind them. His breath hitched when he heard the click of the lock.

Deceit placed him gently down onto the bed, not even bothering to turn on the light, and slowly, painfully slowly, began to remove Virgil's clothing. First the hoodie, then the shirt. Virgil's shoes were the next to go.

He tried to repress a sob as Deceit undid his belt, the leather hissing against denim as it was pulled free, then tossed carelessly to the side. When Deceit began to unzip his jeans, Virgil couldn't help but whimper.

By the time he was naked, Virgil was crying, the tears falling silently down his face.

He didn't really notice Deceit undressing himself; it seemed that one minute he was clothed, and the next he was not. However, Virgil definitely noticed when Deceit crawled on top of him.

"Easy now, don't cry." Deceit said softly, wiping away a tear with his finger. "It'll be okay." Virgil only sobbed harder.

Deceit looked down at him with a soft smile, before reaching down and grazing his finger against Virgil's hole. The younger side flinched, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head to the side. Deceit let out a soft, breathy laugh, and continued his ministrations, and then, without warning, he entered a finger into Virgil.

Virgil's eyes shot open and he gasped. It hurt. That didn't seem to bother Deceit much, though, as, after a minute, he added another finger. Virgil cried out in pain, but the serpentine side paid him no mind as he began to scissor his fingers, stretching Virgil's inside. He groaned in pain and closed his eyes again, crying and trying to block out the pain, along with everything else.

As Deceit continued to scissor inside of him, he reached up with his other hand and cupped Virgil's cheek in his palm, lifting his head.

"Look at me, Anxiety." He commanded, his voice quiet. When Virgil didn't do as he asked, the older side suddenly thrust a third finger into him, and Virgil cried out in pain. "I said look at me, Anxiety!" Deceit repeated, his voice hard. Whimpering, Virgil did as he was told, his eyelids fluttering open to see Deceit's snake-eye staring down at him.

"Good boy." Deceit praised, pulling his lips into a smile that didn't meet his eyes. "Good boy." He said again, lowering himself to press his lips firmly against Virgil's.

Virgil flinched, but didn't respond, and Deceit bit his lip impatiently. Virgil gasped as blood leaked down to his chin, and as soon as his lips parted Deceit's tongue darted into his mouth and began to explore. Virgil nearly retched. It felt so gross, so wrong, that he almost forgot about the fingers in his ass.

Deceit continued to kiss him with bruising force, and Virgil just lay there and took it, his arms laying weakly at his sides, his hands gripping the bedsheets so hard it hurt.

When Deceit finally removed his fingers, Virgil almost sighed in relief. Except that Virgil knew what came after fingers.

His breathing hitched again as he felt Deceit's manhood press against his entrance, and he gripped the sheets even tighter, if that were possible. A second passed by, and then, quickly, Deceit thrust into him, and Virgil let out a strangled cry of pain. God, it hurt, it hurt so much!

He sobbed harder as Deceit began to move inside of him, rocking his hips back and forth, as he abandoned the assault on Virgil's mouth and moved to his jawline, down his neck, to the base of his throat. The older side began to suck on his skin, and Virgil just stared at the ceiling.

It seemed like hours before Deceit finally finished, collapsing onto Virgil and twisting to the side, spooning Virgil from behind. Virgil didn't really process anything after that. Didn't notice as Deceit cleaned himself up, then cleaned up Virgil and then removed the blanket they'd done it on. Didn't notice when Deceit returned them both to the bed and spooned him from behind again, intertwining both of their legs as he gripped the younger side tightly in his arms from beneath the remaining blankets.

Virgil didn't feel anything after that. He just felt numb.