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Ghosts and riesries
Ghosts and Memories
Written By: Fox
Notes:
Countdown to the end: 1 more chapter.
Plenty of Yuki torture in this chapter. We get a glimpse into his past.
This part of the story takes place in Tokyo.
~*~
CHAPTER 13: Ghosts and Memories
Yuki swallowed hard as he walked along one of the many dark alleys that he had hoped no longer existed. He had secretly hoped that he would find it in ruins, a pile of rumble as a sacrifice to the growing modern populace, a hidden back door to hate and pain that had been forever locked. Maybe even built over to hide the ugly scar of prostitution and scandal. But no god would favor such luck on the silvery grey haired boy.
He clutched his cell phone tightly to his chest as he walked throught the shadows, his back always set to a wall, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead of him. He knew what lurked there just ahead of him and what they did to feminine looking boys like him. He knew their hands and their words and their constant lust like he knew the size of his pants and the whiteness of his skin.
He pulled his denim jacket tighter around himself as he moved along as silent as a cat until finally coming out of the alley. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped under a street light and took a moment to glance around at the street signs and the buildings that stood like jagged teeth trying to gnaw on the black velvet sky.
He froze as the street name came into view, his mind whirling and crying as memories began to sift through the thin strands of his mind. A mild wind rose from somewhere around his middle to swirl around his body and push his hair aside but he didn't notice it as flash after flash from his past with it's ragged people and harsh beginnings played like a bad movie in his subconcious. He had started here on the corner of Kusinagi and Kokoro, and he hated it.
Everything started here.
He was six years old when he first came to these streets, one hand in Cerberus’, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He let the man that promised to take him to his father lead him along, stopping outside the alley he had just walked out of. He remembered Kero pushing him forward toward the alley and looking around before spotting his father.
He nearly ran for the man but stopped quickly when he saw him moving in a strange way. His shoes squeaked slightly as he did so and he nearly chocked back a scream when he noticed there was another man with his father. Both men were making strange noises, and both seemed lost in whatever they were doing. He blinked and shrunk back and away, stopping as he stumbled against Kero who placed a hand lightly on sho shoulder. Kero chuckled behind him and pulled him out of the alley to take him home.
He blinked and came back to the present as the headlights of a car flooded his vision. He rushed across the street heading to the one place he had dreaded returning to for almost five years now. It was a tall red brick warehouse that loomed above the buildings on either side, promising pain and disgust with just the sight of itself. He pushed the creaky rusted out door with some force, knowing that tiny scraps of rusted out metal were flaking off the hinges as he did so and hit the light switch beside the doorway once he had forced his way inside.
His insides twisted as he watched the lights turn on one by one inside the large abandoned warehouse. The floor was flooded with light and he stepped in slowly, making sure no one was close by as he moved to walk along the large rusted and dusty bread racks that hindered his view.
He shivered as he remembered being chased along these same racks by much larger men than him when he was only fifteen. He had cried and cried, his body chilled as he ran through the maze in only tattered pants and bare feet. He didn’t know where he was headed, he just wanted to escape. That had been his mistake then. He had ended up running to the center of the warehouse where two men were waiting for him and caught him, slamming him to the cement floor and holding him. All three men took turns raping him.
That had been the first time that he had ever had sex, and it had been for Kero.
He walked silently, hoping to find Touya, and praying that the chains that had been in his teens and worst nightmares weren’t still there.
He nearly cried as he found both completely intact in the center. As he picked his way past a few fallen over racks and dead rats in traps, he realized that the chains he had more than once been wrapped up in to keep him from struggling or fleeing were still right as he had last seen them.
Dampness and age had only slightly rusted them, but they were still hanging threateningly enough from the rafters in the high ceiling to make Yuki almost turn around in a cold sweat of fear. He had been hit and bound with those chains countless times, and he was damned if he’d ever touch them. But the body hanging limply from the chains made him pause and force up his courage.
He walked over and caressed the pale cheek before slowly and carefully letting Touya down from the almost spider web like gathering of chains. He carressed him gently and Touya opened his eyes groggily.
“He told me about this place Yuki... About you and the chains... and your father...” Touya mumbled.
Yuki felt tears hit his cheeks and nodded. “Gomen ne To-ya...” he said softly.
As he lowered Touya to the ground and dressed him tenderly, Yuki began to speak, starting with his earliest memory of his father’s rough hands running over his nipples and along his sides until they were probing between his legs when he was only five. He told him about how hurt he felt, the thickness of his father’s fingers as they pushed into his tiny bottom. How blood had stained his thighs as his father pushed his fingers even deeper despite his pleas to be left alone in the dark. The scent of his father’s arousal had scared him when he first saw it, and he nearly choked as his father had pushed his thick cock into Yuki’s tiny pink mouth. He could remember the slight tremble in his father’s voice as he ordered him to suck, and Yuki did his best to do just that, hoping his father would leave him alone soon. The acrid taste of his father’s cum had made him gag and spit up all over when his father withdrew from his mouth and patted him on the head, telling him he was a good boy. This would happen so often in the future, Yuki cout hat have counted how many times.
Then he talked about Kero and seeing his father fucking a man for the first time, and then of telling his mother. She had slapped him, then cried as she clung to him, begging him to tell her that he would never be like his father. He cried as he told of the arguments and pleas of his parents that he would listen to when he was supposed to be sleep after his father returned home late from a night with a young boy that looked much like Yuki, and of his mother always waiting for his father to come home after that, even though she knew he wouldn’t.
Then there was the day he didn’t come home. Yuki was sent out to find him, and he spoke of finding his father mugged and dead in a back alley. His father had been found apparently by a “bad” bitch and was sitting in a dumpster, his mouth open, and his gut ripped almost in half, his pants around his ankles. Kero had stopped by that night after finding out about Yuki’s father’s death to demand the money for his father’s unpaid tab. His mother had cried that they had no money, not in the amount his father had left in debt. Yuki had walked forward and told him he would pay the debt in his father’s stead.
Then he went through the things he had done, the trying to hold a simple job while at night he would let men touch and fuck him, how he was forced to pay his father’s debt and be raped and gang raped over and over. The multiple dicks, the blood on his thighs, the split lips were all becoming something he’d become used to. Blow job, fuck, bleed. That was his life now since his father’s disgrace to their family.
His voice broke as he spoke of his mother's death a couple years later and how hopeless he had felt. He would have commited suicide that night, but he felt his family was too shamed for him to just up and add more shame to them. He wouldn't be accepted in death if he didn't make things right and clean their name of the blood and cum spilt all over it by his father.
Then Kero gave him the job at "The Devil's Couch" and told him to work as a performer and bartender during the days and at night to come by and play bitch to a few clients. If he did this, his debt would be halved. Who was he to say no?
His voice shook as he told of the time with Yue and friends, the multiple rough fucks after, everything that he turned into. He felt so dirty and tainted as he sat and spoke, and then so absolutely naked to Touya's gaze.
Touya took a deep breath as he tried to take it all in, and then in a tiny, exhausted voice he spoke. "Take me home Yuki."
Yuki blinked back tears, knowing in his heart Touya thought he was dirty and only wanted to go home. He closed his eyes and sobbed as he fell bonelessly to the floor. He was dying, he knew it.
"...Yuki, if you think you're done blaming yourself, hear me out."
Yuki looked up and into deep chocolate eyes. He swallowed hard and willed himself to listen. This was it.
"If you'll accept me as I am now, raped, beaten, broken.... Then I'd love to be with you. Permemantly."
Yuki's eyes went wide and he quickly hugged Touya, but backed off gently when he flinched. He nodded and helped Touya out of the warehouse. He flagged down a taxi, and didn't mind paying the incredible amount of yen to get home.
That night they took a long hot bath together, touching gently and talking. It was hard and a long night, but they needed this. They needed each other, and they needed to heal. Too much hidden bad blood had appeared, and both had to take this time to find their growing love inside each other again.
They would cozy up together on the bed afterward, trying to relax around each other and not feel their burning hurt, instead trying to ignore the blood and bruises between them. They remained like this, holding hands, and remembering the good between them until they drifted into dreamless sleep, one wrapped around the other pleasurably.
~*~
Last Chappie next. ^^
Written By: Fox
Notes:
Countdown to the end: 1 more chapter.
Plenty of Yuki torture in this chapter. We get a glimpse into his past.
This part of the story takes place in Tokyo.
~*~
CHAPTER 13: Ghosts and Memories
Yuki swallowed hard as he walked along one of the many dark alleys that he had hoped no longer existed. He had secretly hoped that he would find it in ruins, a pile of rumble as a sacrifice to the growing modern populace, a hidden back door to hate and pain that had been forever locked. Maybe even built over to hide the ugly scar of prostitution and scandal. But no god would favor such luck on the silvery grey haired boy.
He clutched his cell phone tightly to his chest as he walked throught the shadows, his back always set to a wall, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead of him. He knew what lurked there just ahead of him and what they did to feminine looking boys like him. He knew their hands and their words and their constant lust like he knew the size of his pants and the whiteness of his skin.
He pulled his denim jacket tighter around himself as he moved along as silent as a cat until finally coming out of the alley. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped under a street light and took a moment to glance around at the street signs and the buildings that stood like jagged teeth trying to gnaw on the black velvet sky.
He froze as the street name came into view, his mind whirling and crying as memories began to sift through the thin strands of his mind. A mild wind rose from somewhere around his middle to swirl around his body and push his hair aside but he didn't notice it as flash after flash from his past with it's ragged people and harsh beginnings played like a bad movie in his subconcious. He had started here on the corner of Kusinagi and Kokoro, and he hated it.
Everything started here.
He was six years old when he first came to these streets, one hand in Cerberus’, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He let the man that promised to take him to his father lead him along, stopping outside the alley he had just walked out of. He remembered Kero pushing him forward toward the alley and looking around before spotting his father.
He nearly ran for the man but stopped quickly when he saw him moving in a strange way. His shoes squeaked slightly as he did so and he nearly chocked back a scream when he noticed there was another man with his father. Both men were making strange noises, and both seemed lost in whatever they were doing. He blinked and shrunk back and away, stopping as he stumbled against Kero who placed a hand lightly on sho shoulder. Kero chuckled behind him and pulled him out of the alley to take him home.
He blinked and came back to the present as the headlights of a car flooded his vision. He rushed across the street heading to the one place he had dreaded returning to for almost five years now. It was a tall red brick warehouse that loomed above the buildings on either side, promising pain and disgust with just the sight of itself. He pushed the creaky rusted out door with some force, knowing that tiny scraps of rusted out metal were flaking off the hinges as he did so and hit the light switch beside the doorway once he had forced his way inside.
His insides twisted as he watched the lights turn on one by one inside the large abandoned warehouse. The floor was flooded with light and he stepped in slowly, making sure no one was close by as he moved to walk along the large rusted and dusty bread racks that hindered his view.
He shivered as he remembered being chased along these same racks by much larger men than him when he was only fifteen. He had cried and cried, his body chilled as he ran through the maze in only tattered pants and bare feet. He didn’t know where he was headed, he just wanted to escape. That had been his mistake then. He had ended up running to the center of the warehouse where two men were waiting for him and caught him, slamming him to the cement floor and holding him. All three men took turns raping him.
That had been the first time that he had ever had sex, and it had been for Kero.
He walked silently, hoping to find Touya, and praying that the chains that had been in his teens and worst nightmares weren’t still there.
He nearly cried as he found both completely intact in the center. As he picked his way past a few fallen over racks and dead rats in traps, he realized that the chains he had more than once been wrapped up in to keep him from struggling or fleeing were still right as he had last seen them.
Dampness and age had only slightly rusted them, but they were still hanging threateningly enough from the rafters in the high ceiling to make Yuki almost turn around in a cold sweat of fear. He had been hit and bound with those chains countless times, and he was damned if he’d ever touch them. But the body hanging limply from the chains made him pause and force up his courage.
He walked over and caressed the pale cheek before slowly and carefully letting Touya down from the almost spider web like gathering of chains. He carressed him gently and Touya opened his eyes groggily.
“He told me about this place Yuki... About you and the chains... and your father...” Touya mumbled.
Yuki felt tears hit his cheeks and nodded. “Gomen ne To-ya...” he said softly.
As he lowered Touya to the ground and dressed him tenderly, Yuki began to speak, starting with his earliest memory of his father’s rough hands running over his nipples and along his sides until they were probing between his legs when he was only five. He told him about how hurt he felt, the thickness of his father’s fingers as they pushed into his tiny bottom. How blood had stained his thighs as his father pushed his fingers even deeper despite his pleas to be left alone in the dark. The scent of his father’s arousal had scared him when he first saw it, and he nearly choked as his father had pushed his thick cock into Yuki’s tiny pink mouth. He could remember the slight tremble in his father’s voice as he ordered him to suck, and Yuki did his best to do just that, hoping his father would leave him alone soon. The acrid taste of his father’s cum had made him gag and spit up all over when his father withdrew from his mouth and patted him on the head, telling him he was a good boy. This would happen so often in the future, Yuki cout hat have counted how many times.
Then he talked about Kero and seeing his father fucking a man for the first time, and then of telling his mother. She had slapped him, then cried as she clung to him, begging him to tell her that he would never be like his father. He cried as he told of the arguments and pleas of his parents that he would listen to when he was supposed to be sleep after his father returned home late from a night with a young boy that looked much like Yuki, and of his mother always waiting for his father to come home after that, even though she knew he wouldn’t.
Then there was the day he didn’t come home. Yuki was sent out to find him, and he spoke of finding his father mugged and dead in a back alley. His father had been found apparently by a “bad” bitch and was sitting in a dumpster, his mouth open, and his gut ripped almost in half, his pants around his ankles. Kero had stopped by that night after finding out about Yuki’s father’s death to demand the money for his father’s unpaid tab. His mother had cried that they had no money, not in the amount his father had left in debt. Yuki had walked forward and told him he would pay the debt in his father’s stead.
Then he went through the things he had done, the trying to hold a simple job while at night he would let men touch and fuck him, how he was forced to pay his father’s debt and be raped and gang raped over and over. The multiple dicks, the blood on his thighs, the split lips were all becoming something he’d become used to. Blow job, fuck, bleed. That was his life now since his father’s disgrace to their family.
His voice broke as he spoke of his mother's death a couple years later and how hopeless he had felt. He would have commited suicide that night, but he felt his family was too shamed for him to just up and add more shame to them. He wouldn't be accepted in death if he didn't make things right and clean their name of the blood and cum spilt all over it by his father.
Then Kero gave him the job at "The Devil's Couch" and told him to work as a performer and bartender during the days and at night to come by and play bitch to a few clients. If he did this, his debt would be halved. Who was he to say no?
His voice shook as he told of the time with Yue and friends, the multiple rough fucks after, everything that he turned into. He felt so dirty and tainted as he sat and spoke, and then so absolutely naked to Touya's gaze.
Touya took a deep breath as he tried to take it all in, and then in a tiny, exhausted voice he spoke. "Take me home Yuki."
Yuki blinked back tears, knowing in his heart Touya thought he was dirty and only wanted to go home. He closed his eyes and sobbed as he fell bonelessly to the floor. He was dying, he knew it.
"...Yuki, if you think you're done blaming yourself, hear me out."
Yuki looked up and into deep chocolate eyes. He swallowed hard and willed himself to listen. This was it.
"If you'll accept me as I am now, raped, beaten, broken.... Then I'd love to be with you. Permemantly."
Yuki's eyes went wide and he quickly hugged Touya, but backed off gently when he flinched. He nodded and helped Touya out of the warehouse. He flagged down a taxi, and didn't mind paying the incredible amount of yen to get home.
That night they took a long hot bath together, touching gently and talking. It was hard and a long night, but they needed this. They needed each other, and they needed to heal. Too much hidden bad blood had appeared, and both had to take this time to find their growing love inside each other again.
They would cozy up together on the bed afterward, trying to relax around each other and not feel their burning hurt, instead trying to ignore the blood and bruises between them. They remained like this, holding hands, and remembering the good between them until they drifted into dreamless sleep, one wrapped around the other pleasurably.
~*~
Last Chappie next. ^^