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Remember My Pain
Title: Remember My Pain
Genre: CROSSOVER: Wolf’s Rain / Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: NC17, non-con, violence, rape, dark themes
Characters/Pairing: Darcia/Gunter
Chapters: 1/?
Summary: A painful memory, showing itself in person, makes Gunter loose his cool.
Beta-Read: not yet..! You’ll just have to bear with my wrong spellings. XP
Feedback: YAAY! Please! XD
AU Notes: Anyway, just wanted to give a little notice that in my fic Darcia is older then Gunter, which is why he’ll call Gunter for “young one” or “little one” even though Gunter is grown. Ah, well in some parts of the fic Gunter is very young but…you get the message. ^^;;
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"Oh God...Gwendal..! Help me!"
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With a deep frown the broad, black haired man looked down upon the smaller and unconscious man lying by his feet; he lay sprawled upon the ground with his long lavender hair spreading out beneath his head like a light halo.
Frowning deeper the dark clothed man tried to understand why this male had attacked him when he suddenly felt a surprising throb of lust in his loins by just looking at the other male.
The dark one tried to search his memory.
It was not really an unusual thing that people attacked him at sight, but usually it was people that he himself recognised, sometimes by remembering the faces frozen in terror as he murdered their loved ones.
But it was really an unusual thing that he felt lust for another person these days, since he'd only been with one person after his beloved died many, many years ago. And he didn't know this man that had attacked him so suddenly.
With such rage he had charged suddenly, and with pure hatred glittering in those lovely purple eyes, those eyes that reminded him of...
Ah.
He did know this man.
Indeed, how could he have forgotten?
****Flashback****
Gunter smiled as he strolled through the woods just enjoying the birds chattering.
Although he missed His Majesty dearly he rarely could find time for himself when His Excellence was around, so right now he didn't mind that Yuuri had taken a trip with Conrad, Gwendal and Wolfram without him.
He did miss his lover, Gwendal, more though. It was a pity that he'd been forced to ride with the Maou and his two younger brothers, Gunter had wished that he could have taken his grumpy lover out in this wood, and maybe seducing him into doing something more then taking a mere stroll.
Gunter didn't often wander alone so far from the castle, but the shining sun had been so inviting that he now found himself with some distance to the castle.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air he sat down with his back against a tree closing his eyes, and just enjoyed himself and the peaceful surrounding.
The sudden and loud warning call a smaller bird made startled him, and he jumped up somewhat surprised and swirled around to see a long and dark clothed figure standing at a distance from him.
-Who goes there? Gunter called friendly; no enemy would dare to enter this wood that lay so close to the Maou's castle.
-I go here. The man answered with a deep voice, reminding Gunter of a distant thunderstorm.
And just those few words that the man uttered made Gunter freeze to the spot in shock.
That voice... he had heard that voice before. So long ago.
He felt a dull throb of pain in his backside, reminding him of...
No. It couldn't be.
Squinting to get a better look at the man Gunter could make out long black hair, a handsome face, one blue eye and a...eye patch...
Almost shaking uncontrollably Gunter suddenly drew his sword and charged the man with a roar of pure fury.
The man looked somewhat surprised but quickly averted his attack and drew his own sword meeting him head on at his next attack.
Both men fought furiously. One attacked constantly while the other defended himself.
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Black short hair standing at edge, the hair tops looking almost sharp, wearing a blue shirt with black pants that hugged his muscular legs making Gunter sigh in longing.
The black metallic eye patch glinted in the sunlight as the long man turned and stared back at Gunter, making him blush.
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His vision blurred from tears he had not noticed till now Gunter smiled with pure evil as he felt his sword slice through flesh, hearing the other man grunt in pain he turned to look at him with a sickly and challenging sweet smile.
The man scowled at him as he dried the blood from his cheek where Gunter's sword had cut him.
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The young boy blushed as Darcia continued to stare at him.
He was so beautiful, with an aura of childish innocence surrounding him.
The boy then quickly averted his eyes as he noticed that Darcia was staring at him.
His hair was lavender coloured and reached just to his shoulders, he had lovely little curls in it making him look like a maiden, with eyes by the colour of deep purple, and a slender womanly shaped body, though still with a noticeably childish built.
Beautiful.
The darkness in Darcia’s heart whispered wicked things to him. What he could do with this innocent boy, what he could take away from him, one thing that he could never have back. Just as the cruel faith had taken his beautiful and beloved Hamona away from him.
The boy had just the same eyes as Hamona, the same beautiful purple colour.
Was faith mocking him? By sending this tempting child that so resembled his beloved who’d died just a few weeks ago.
With mixed feelings of lust, rage and hatred, he put on a fake smile and slowly shortened the distance to the young boy.
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Gunter knew he was being reckless but he could not stop himself. Throwing himself again and again at the man he felt that his defence was slowly crumbling. He’d soon have no strength left.
But the urge to cut that man's handsome head of his shoulder was too great for him and he continued his onslaught, roaring in hatred and almost spitting in the other man's face with all the curses he knew.
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With his left cheek stinging and burning Gunter cried and begged as the stranger, that he had admired for his beauty, pushed him down hard to the ground and literally ripped the clothes from his body.
He had felt so nervous but still happy as the man he'd been secretly following and staring at for days had finally noticed him and came walking slowly against him with a kind smile.
The happiness quickly turned to confusion and fear as the man had backhanded him sending him sprawling to the forest ground, and then pounced upon him.
Now naked Gunter started to scream in raw fear as the man laid himself upon his smaller body and between his wide spread legs that the man had forced Gunter to open with a strong knee, and then he pushed his thin wrists to the ground, holding them there in a bruising grip.
He felt something hard and warm poking him in the stomach and with a new wave of terror he saw that the man had discarded his own pants.
Oh God no...
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His voice raw from all the roaring and yelling Gunter stood quiet, shaking and panting in mixed fear and hatred. His sword lay several feet away from him and the other man's sword was pointing at his throat.
Glaring at the man he couldn't find the words he wanted to yell at him. Gunter once again felt like a young boy, helpless and confused.
The man's blue eye glittered and Gunter saw a glint of amusement and slight confusion in that hateful eye, making his hatred for the man grow even more powerful.
So that bastard had forgotten what he took from him? He had the arrogance to forget about the pain he had brought upon him?
Gunter growled deep in his throat and was about to charge once more, not caring if he got killed, when the man removed his metallic eye patch and revealed his other eye.
The wolf's eye.
Gunter felt his world tipping backwards and his back met the forest ground with a loud thud. He whimpered softly as he felt his conscious slipping away from him, some more tears leaking from his eyes as they closed against his will.
"Oh God... Gwendal..! Help me!"
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Darcia moaned loudly with each thrust he made, speeding up somewhat and making himself go deeper into the sweet, frail body underneath him.
The screams of pain the child made were pure music to his ears. The scent of virgin blood made his mouth water and he let out a laugh with a hint of hysteria in it.
Should he cut his throat now? See those lovely eyes loose that sparkle of life, growing cold and unseeing.
No.
Let the child live on with the pain Darcia now brought upon him, let him always remember and let his innocent childhood be forever destroyed.
The thought of being this lovely child's source of hatred made him thrust even more forcefully, the tightening in his stomach giving a promise of sweet, sweet bliss in a few moments.
He could hear the sound of the youth’s back being painfully rubbed against the forest ground and scratched raw by his powerful thrusting, the screams had now turned into pitiful whimpers as the youth's voice failed him.
The beautiful purple eyes now stared into space, tears streaming from them and the glint of innocence in them had now turned into a dull sparkle of pain and absolute terror.
Darcia came hard as he gazed into them, letting out a powerful roar by the feeling of all his emotions exploding inside of him and then fading out.
Gently kissing the little one's damp cheek he pulled out of him. Then using the youth's ripped shirt he cleaned himself up and rose.
Looking upon the shaking youth he smiled and bent down to catch a drop of the virgin blood trickling down the youth's trembling thighs with his finger.
Bringing the finger to his mouth he moaned at the delicious taste of pure pain.
Still holding the piece of white clothing he had cleaned up his blood covered member with, Darcia then turned around leaving the trembling child on the ground without a backwards glance.
****End of Flashback****
“Ah yes. It is him. How he has grown. Indeed, he is now even more beautiful and even more tempting.”
Once again having that feminine and fragile body laying sprawled before him made Darcia's groin tighten in longing.
The thought of himself once again thrusting into that warm unwilling body made him growl deep in his throat. And the thought...the thought of that the child had remembered him, had remembered the pain he had brought upon him and that he made the child hate because of it…that made pre-cum leak from his now fully erected member.
But he was not going to take the young one again. Not right now. Let the little one be nervous by knowing that he was alive and that he also remembered him.
Bringing his hand inside his black coat to feel for that piece of clothing he had carried with him for quiet a while now, dark spots of dried blood staining the white cloth, he held it in his hands for a while before dropping it beside the young one's head.
With a cold smile and an evil sparkle in his eye he then once again left the young one lying on the ground.
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Tbc
Genre: CROSSOVER: Wolf’s Rain / Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: NC17, non-con, violence, rape, dark themes
Characters/Pairing: Darcia/Gunter
Chapters: 1/?
Summary: A painful memory, showing itself in person, makes Gunter loose his cool.
Beta-Read: not yet..! You’ll just have to bear with my wrong spellings. XP
Feedback: YAAY! Please! XD
AU Notes: Anyway, just wanted to give a little notice that in my fic Darcia is older then Gunter, which is why he’ll call Gunter for “young one” or “little one” even though Gunter is grown. Ah, well in some parts of the fic Gunter is very young but…you get the message. ^^;;
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"Oh God...Gwendal..! Help me!"
----
With a deep frown the broad, black haired man looked down upon the smaller and unconscious man lying by his feet; he lay sprawled upon the ground with his long lavender hair spreading out beneath his head like a light halo.
Frowning deeper the dark clothed man tried to understand why this male had attacked him when he suddenly felt a surprising throb of lust in his loins by just looking at the other male.
The dark one tried to search his memory.
It was not really an unusual thing that people attacked him at sight, but usually it was people that he himself recognised, sometimes by remembering the faces frozen in terror as he murdered their loved ones.
But it was really an unusual thing that he felt lust for another person these days, since he'd only been with one person after his beloved died many, many years ago. And he didn't know this man that had attacked him so suddenly.
With such rage he had charged suddenly, and with pure hatred glittering in those lovely purple eyes, those eyes that reminded him of...
Ah.
He did know this man.
Indeed, how could he have forgotten?
****Flashback****
Gunter smiled as he strolled through the woods just enjoying the birds chattering.
Although he missed His Majesty dearly he rarely could find time for himself when His Excellence was around, so right now he didn't mind that Yuuri had taken a trip with Conrad, Gwendal and Wolfram without him.
He did miss his lover, Gwendal, more though. It was a pity that he'd been forced to ride with the Maou and his two younger brothers, Gunter had wished that he could have taken his grumpy lover out in this wood, and maybe seducing him into doing something more then taking a mere stroll.
Gunter didn't often wander alone so far from the castle, but the shining sun had been so inviting that he now found himself with some distance to the castle.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air he sat down with his back against a tree closing his eyes, and just enjoyed himself and the peaceful surrounding.
The sudden and loud warning call a smaller bird made startled him, and he jumped up somewhat surprised and swirled around to see a long and dark clothed figure standing at a distance from him.
-Who goes there? Gunter called friendly; no enemy would dare to enter this wood that lay so close to the Maou's castle.
-I go here. The man answered with a deep voice, reminding Gunter of a distant thunderstorm.
And just those few words that the man uttered made Gunter freeze to the spot in shock.
That voice... he had heard that voice before. So long ago.
He felt a dull throb of pain in his backside, reminding him of...
No. It couldn't be.
Squinting to get a better look at the man Gunter could make out long black hair, a handsome face, one blue eye and a...eye patch...
Almost shaking uncontrollably Gunter suddenly drew his sword and charged the man with a roar of pure fury.
The man looked somewhat surprised but quickly averted his attack and drew his own sword meeting him head on at his next attack.
Both men fought furiously. One attacked constantly while the other defended himself.
-----
Black short hair standing at edge, the hair tops looking almost sharp, wearing a blue shirt with black pants that hugged his muscular legs making Gunter sigh in longing.
The black metallic eye patch glinted in the sunlight as the long man turned and stared back at Gunter, making him blush.
-----
His vision blurred from tears he had not noticed till now Gunter smiled with pure evil as he felt his sword slice through flesh, hearing the other man grunt in pain he turned to look at him with a sickly and challenging sweet smile.
The man scowled at him as he dried the blood from his cheek where Gunter's sword had cut him.
-----
The young boy blushed as Darcia continued to stare at him.
He was so beautiful, with an aura of childish innocence surrounding him.
The boy then quickly averted his eyes as he noticed that Darcia was staring at him.
His hair was lavender coloured and reached just to his shoulders, he had lovely little curls in it making him look like a maiden, with eyes by the colour of deep purple, and a slender womanly shaped body, though still with a noticeably childish built.
Beautiful.
The darkness in Darcia’s heart whispered wicked things to him. What he could do with this innocent boy, what he could take away from him, one thing that he could never have back. Just as the cruel faith had taken his beautiful and beloved Hamona away from him.
The boy had just the same eyes as Hamona, the same beautiful purple colour.
Was faith mocking him? By sending this tempting child that so resembled his beloved who’d died just a few weeks ago.
With mixed feelings of lust, rage and hatred, he put on a fake smile and slowly shortened the distance to the young boy.
-----
Gunter knew he was being reckless but he could not stop himself. Throwing himself again and again at the man he felt that his defence was slowly crumbling. He’d soon have no strength left.
But the urge to cut that man's handsome head of his shoulder was too great for him and he continued his onslaught, roaring in hatred and almost spitting in the other man's face with all the curses he knew.
-----
With his left cheek stinging and burning Gunter cried and begged as the stranger, that he had admired for his beauty, pushed him down hard to the ground and literally ripped the clothes from his body.
He had felt so nervous but still happy as the man he'd been secretly following and staring at for days had finally noticed him and came walking slowly against him with a kind smile.
The happiness quickly turned to confusion and fear as the man had backhanded him sending him sprawling to the forest ground, and then pounced upon him.
Now naked Gunter started to scream in raw fear as the man laid himself upon his smaller body and between his wide spread legs that the man had forced Gunter to open with a strong knee, and then he pushed his thin wrists to the ground, holding them there in a bruising grip.
He felt something hard and warm poking him in the stomach and with a new wave of terror he saw that the man had discarded his own pants.
Oh God no...
-----
His voice raw from all the roaring and yelling Gunter stood quiet, shaking and panting in mixed fear and hatred. His sword lay several feet away from him and the other man's sword was pointing at his throat.
Glaring at the man he couldn't find the words he wanted to yell at him. Gunter once again felt like a young boy, helpless and confused.
The man's blue eye glittered and Gunter saw a glint of amusement and slight confusion in that hateful eye, making his hatred for the man grow even more powerful.
So that bastard had forgotten what he took from him? He had the arrogance to forget about the pain he had brought upon him?
Gunter growled deep in his throat and was about to charge once more, not caring if he got killed, when the man removed his metallic eye patch and revealed his other eye.
The wolf's eye.
Gunter felt his world tipping backwards and his back met the forest ground with a loud thud. He whimpered softly as he felt his conscious slipping away from him, some more tears leaking from his eyes as they closed against his will.
"Oh God... Gwendal..! Help me!"
-----
Darcia moaned loudly with each thrust he made, speeding up somewhat and making himself go deeper into the sweet, frail body underneath him.
The screams of pain the child made were pure music to his ears. The scent of virgin blood made his mouth water and he let out a laugh with a hint of hysteria in it.
Should he cut his throat now? See those lovely eyes loose that sparkle of life, growing cold and unseeing.
No.
Let the child live on with the pain Darcia now brought upon him, let him always remember and let his innocent childhood be forever destroyed.
The thought of being this lovely child's source of hatred made him thrust even more forcefully, the tightening in his stomach giving a promise of sweet, sweet bliss in a few moments.
He could hear the sound of the youth’s back being painfully rubbed against the forest ground and scratched raw by his powerful thrusting, the screams had now turned into pitiful whimpers as the youth's voice failed him.
The beautiful purple eyes now stared into space, tears streaming from them and the glint of innocence in them had now turned into a dull sparkle of pain and absolute terror.
Darcia came hard as he gazed into them, letting out a powerful roar by the feeling of all his emotions exploding inside of him and then fading out.
Gently kissing the little one's damp cheek he pulled out of him. Then using the youth's ripped shirt he cleaned himself up and rose.
Looking upon the shaking youth he smiled and bent down to catch a drop of the virgin blood trickling down the youth's trembling thighs with his finger.
Bringing the finger to his mouth he moaned at the delicious taste of pure pain.
Still holding the piece of white clothing he had cleaned up his blood covered member with, Darcia then turned around leaving the trembling child on the ground without a backwards glance.
****End of Flashback****
“Ah yes. It is him. How he has grown. Indeed, he is now even more beautiful and even more tempting.”
Once again having that feminine and fragile body laying sprawled before him made Darcia's groin tighten in longing.
The thought of himself once again thrusting into that warm unwilling body made him growl deep in his throat. And the thought...the thought of that the child had remembered him, had remembered the pain he had brought upon him and that he made the child hate because of it…that made pre-cum leak from his now fully erected member.
But he was not going to take the young one again. Not right now. Let the little one be nervous by knowing that he was alive and that he also remembered him.
Bringing his hand inside his black coat to feel for that piece of clothing he had carried with him for quiet a while now, dark spots of dried blood staining the white cloth, he held it in his hands for a while before dropping it beside the young one's head.
With a cold smile and an evil sparkle in his eye he then once again left the young one lying on the ground.
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Tbc