Suppressed

AN: I left a bit of a cliffhanger last time, so here’s the last paragraph:

Maybe that was the last straw, the simple act of refusing his pain a playground down his cheeks. Maybe it was his talk with his master, his lies, or his realization of the deep shame that plagued his weary heart. Whatever it was, Kyo would receive no relief from his nightmares tonight. It was time for them to show their true, ugly form lurking deep within his broken soul. He drifted away into the symbolic recesses of his consciousness. He drifted away into his horror.

It began as always. Akito laughed, wild eyes filled with the hatred that rotted his sanity. He laughed and laughed, taking a whip and slicing it across Yuki’s skin. It tore his shirt. Kyo winced, he was but an invisible observer to this scene. He hovered about, not seen nor heard. The rat stared straight ahead, swallowing any pain that may have emanated from the searing wound his demigod inflicted upon him.

“I do this, because I love you.” Akito whispered, cracking the whip again. “Oh dear, I’ve torn your shirt.” He hissed. He tore it from Yuki’s body. The rat was briefly surprised, but his proud gaze didn’t waver. Kyo could see the blood oozing from the two wounds on Yuki’s body. Akito touched them with his cold fingers, smearing the blood across his hands. Yuki stiffened; Akito smiled wickedly. He snapped the whip several more times across his back and sides. Yuki still didn’t move. Kyo found himself proud of his cousin, he could only imagine the pain… more blood flowed from these much deeper slashes.

“Why do you do things to hurt me?” Akito asked. “I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted.” CRACK! “I even let you keep that damn girl!” CRACK! Now Akito was snapping the whip across the back of Yuki’s clothed legs. “Tell me, have you used her yet? Is this your way of discarding her?” The rats jaw tightened. His emotionless eyes brimmed with anger. “Answer me!” Akito hissed. CRACK! He snapped the whip as hard as he could across Yuki’s bear back. “ANSWER ME!”

Yuki’s blood flowed crimson from the gaping slash. “No.” He choked.

Akito laughed. “So you fail to pluck the flower from your beloved Miss Honda?”

He nodded, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“I see.” Akito whispered something in Yuki’s ear inaudible to the formless kitty.

Yuki shook his head.

“LIAR!!!” Akito roared tearing Yuki’s pants to shreds with the flips of his whip. He calmed down. “Oh my,” he hissed. “Now I’ve torn your pants.” He unbuckled Yuki’s pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Akito’s eyes filled with twisted excitement as he took in the full measure of his nearly naked rat. Yuki was trying desperately to hide his fear and panic as he stood vulnerable before the sadistic deity.

Akito circled him like a vulture to his road kill. He bit Yuki on the back of the neck earning a startled cry from the rat. The god looked up smiling. He looked like a vampire as Yuki’s hot blood stained his teeth and marble skin. He licked his lips, and wiped the remaining blood away with the sleeve of his silken robe.

“It’s time for your punishment.” He whispered, yanking down the rats remaining undergarments.

“Kureno!” Akito ordered. “Give my disobedient rat a blow job.” Kureno’s jaw dropped. It was obvious he was utterly dumbfounded. The thought was almost ridiculous.

“Ak-A-Akito?” He asked.

Kyo wondered off handedly how Kureno got into this room with seemingly no windows or doors, but in a dream these things really don’t matter. This was forgotten.

“You heard me!”

Kureno looked up apologetically at Yuki as he began his undulations. Kyo could tell that Yuki was trying desperately to keep control of his fallace. He could also see he was failing. His eyes were, for the first time, completely full of fear as Kureno’s head bobbed back and forth. Yuki’s knees buckled and he let out a breathy strangled moan.

“That’s enough Kureno.” Both men sighed with relief at the order. Kureno disappeared.

“Now that you are sufficiently turned on,” Akito began, “It’s my turn.” Akito slid out of his silky smock. It cascaded like a puddle around his feet. His own erection peered out ominously from between his legs.

Yuki swallowed.

“NO, STOP!!!” Kyo screamed. He clawed at the air, but his body refused to materialize. He began panting, strangling the tears that appeared at the corners of his eyes. “STOP!!!” And like always, Kyo was rendered helpless.

Akito roughly pushed Yuki to his knees; the rat fell with a thud, wincing in pain. He stuck his penis in front of his face. Yuki looked dejected as he slowly took its length into his mouth. Akito let out sickening moans. He knotted his shriveled fingers in the rat’s hair and forced him to engulf it all. Yuki nearly gagged, but he continued his motions as his god directed. Kyo watched silently, helplessly, begging it to stop. He couldn’t help the tears that dirtied his face. They stung him, like brine, preserving this scene in his memory. Akito continued to cry his pleasure filled moans in a way that could rival the sounds made by the devil himself. Yuki’s eyes remained largely emotionless, but fear and revulsion ticked at their corners.

“That’s enough.” Akito barked, pulling away. Yuki looked truly afraid.

“NO, NO, NO!!!” Kyo cried. “PLEASE GOD, NO!!!”

Kyo again started kicking and screaming, biting at the air, but he couldn’t move. It was like he was dangling from a string. Akito laughed cruelly as he pushed Yuki onto his hands. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He hissed, rubbing his cock along Yuki’s skin.

“OH GOD!” Screamed Kyo. “MAKE HIM STOP!!! YUKI, DO SOMETHING!!! NO!!! PLEASE!!!” Kyo’s voice cracked, but he continued to scream.

This was the point when Kyo always woke up. Akito would stop just short of raping the rat, Kyo would scream one final “no,” and he’d wake up in a pool of sweat.
Tonight, however, he would find no such relief. There would be no comforting consciousness on the other side of that “no.” Tonight, Kyo would witness it all.

“No,” the mouse whispered, eyes uplifted almost in prayer. But Kyo knew no one would answer. No one ever did. No one could save him now.

“NO!!!” He screamed as Akito plunged himself, un-lubricated, deep into Yuki’s body. Kyo could clearly see the pain as it shuddered through his body. “NO! NO! NO!” Kyo was being strangled by his own tears. He screamed and screamed until he had no longer had a voice. “PLEASE STOP!!!” He choked, still screaming with his hoarse pleas.

Kyo could see the horrifying scene before him in graphic detail. Yuki bravely stared straight ahead, planting the cracking façade of emotionless stone. He could see him panting and swallowing, as if he were going to vomit. Yuki’s repulsion was evident. He turned shades of vile yellow as Akito continued to pound into him, grunting with sick satisfaction. Akito laughed as Yuki shifted uncomfortably. Kyo continued to scream, though no one could hear his cries. He watched as Akito reached around and started stroking Yuki’s almost forgotten penis. Yuki let out a helpless cry, as he was once again unable to control his arousal. Akito pumped him hard and fast until the rat was teetering on the brink of this unwanted orgasm.

“NO!!!” Kyo continued to scream, feeling his own bile raising in his throat. Kyo was unable to control his tears as they flowed freely from his burning eyes like brine, forever preserving the images that flashed before him.

Yuki shuddered as his cock exploded into the hands of the devil. He let out a defeated cry. A sadistic smile twitched on Akito’s thin lips as he picked up his pace. Kyo suddenly realized he could move. He cried out triumphantly and charged Akito. ‘I’m going to kill him!’ He thought. But when he made contact, instead of tackling and strangling him, he became him. He was the one grinding mercilessly into the shaking rat. Akito’s laughter echoed in the background, bouncing off of his skull. Kyo tried to stop, but he couldn’t. “PLEASE!!!” He begged. “LET ME STOP!” His tears dripped into the seething wounds on Yuki’s back. Something was rocking him harder and harder, not listening his demands. He was going to come, the sensations were simply too overwhelming. Yuki was so tight on his throbbing penis; he had no control. “NO!!! I DON’T WANT TO!!!” He cried. “PLEASE NO!!!” Kyo tried to hold on, but he couldn’t. The illusion before him burst as his cock erupted inside of Yuki’s scared and shaking body.

Kyo sat up. Tears flowed down his face as got out of bed. He didn’t care about the mess staining his pants he had to get to the bathroom… now. He sprinted down the hall, head swimming the entire way. By the time he arrived, he could see but a prick at the end of the tunnel. Uncognizant of Yuki standing at the sink brushing his teeth, he groped for the toilet, and buried his head within. He vomited relentlessly, choking and hacking until there was nothing left. He cried, tears burning his sweaty face as they rolled down his cheeks. Gasping for breath, he choked on the rounds of dry heaving as his diaphram spasmed from the agony. His abdomen finally subsided, but his tears would not. The toilet flushed, and he felt someone pull him away and bathe his sticky face with a damp cloth. He opened his eyes to a blurry vision of Yuki kneeling beside him. Kyo hugged his knees tightly to his chest as Yuki tried to clean him up.

“Are you O.K.?” He asked. When Kyo’s answer arrived in mumbles and tears he added. “That was a superfluous question, of course you aren’t.”

He brushed the mop of orange hair away from his cousin’s forehead, leaning in to check for fever. He sighed as he pulled away. Kyo was conscious of his caring actions wonder why he was being so kind after he… well of course it was a dream, wasn’t it. Regardless, the graphic images were burned into his retinas and he could not stop crying. He didn’t want Yuki to leave, afraid if he did, the broken Yuki would return, blaming him, rightly so of course.

“I’ll call Hatori.” Yuki said, trying to stand.

Kyo latched firmly onto him. “NO!” He croaked. “Don’t leave me here.”

Yuki nodded. “Hey, Miss Honda?” He called.

Moments later the bouncing brunette peeked her head in the door. “Is something wrong?” She asked, seeing the boys kneeling on the floor.

“Kyo isn’t feeling well,” Yuki began. “Will you please sit with him while I call Hatori? I’m sure he finds you much more comforting.”

Tohru nodded worriedly and knelt down next to the tearstained kitty. They managed to dislodge his arms from Yuki and lay him in Tohru’s lap. “I’ll be right back.” Yuki assured her. Kyo reached for his ankles as he left as the tears slipped down his face. Tohru wiped them away with the damp cloth Yuki left.

“Is he O.K.?” Kyo asked. “Is he going to be O.K.?”

Tohru gave him a puzzled look. “Who?”

“Yuki, is he O.K.?” He choked.

Tohru nodded. “Of course he is, Kyo. He’s only worried about you.”

‘Right,’ Kyo thought. “It was a dream.” He was struggling, trying to confine his horrific dream away from where he stored reality.

Yuki reappeared shortly. “Hatori will be over shortly. Until then, I think we should get you back to bed.”

Kyo, who was quickly becoming more cognizant of his surroundings tried to sit up. Dizzily, he slumped back over.

“Um… I um… threw up in my lap.” He lied, “will someone get me new pants?”

“I’m on it!” Tohru scooted quickly out of the room.

Kyo pulled on the elastic of his pajama pants, trying to obscure the view of his messy crotch from Yuki. Yuki respectfully turned around. Kyo cleaned up his mess with the cloth from his forehead. Tohru handed an entirely new set of pajamas through the door. Yuki tossed them at Kyo, once again turning his back.

When he was finished, he balled up his dirty pile of clothes. He tried to stand unsuccessfully. Yuki heard the scuffle and caught Kyo before he plummeted to the ground. He supported him and tried to steer him up the stairs and to his bedroom. Kyo almost fell again, and Tohru rushed to the rescue.

“You’d better not.” Yuki said. “I mean if he falls and transforms…”

“Right! I… forgot.”

Kyo gave Tohru a weak smile. ‘How could someone forget?’

Yuki swept Kyo up by his knees and effortlessly carried him up the stairs. “You’re stronger than you look.” Kyo mumbled.

“Maybe you’re just wimpier than you think you are.” Yuki teased.

Tohru opened Kyo’s door. Yuki gently laid him on his bed and they piled his covers around him. “I’ll go make some leak… no chicken soup before school.” Tohru said, disappearing out the door.

Kyo watched Yuki sigh. “Are you going to be O.K.?” He asked.

The cat nodded. “I had these… awful dreams.” He shuddered.

“Fever’s will do that to you.” He paused. “If you think you can hold down some liquid, you ought to take some more Tylenol to bring it down. Then you can sleep in peace.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m not dying.” Kyo muttered.

“Feel better… stupid cat.” He whispered, leaning down and kissing Kyo gently on the forehead. He turned and disappeared into the hallway.