One-Shot RyoDa Fanfic: Someday This Will Fade
Title: Someday This Will Fade
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 0.925
Summary: What becomes the worth of a man blinded by love, hoping for the past moments to someday return.
Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic in nearly 5 months and this story is what I came up with. The fanfic contains diluted images of the mature themes (abuse/rape) illustrated in the story. Please do note that I do not condone any of these themes illustrated in the work. Thank you and as always, comments and criticisms are always welcomed.
Someday this will fade, this feeling of love that I have for you. No longer needing you or wanting you, feeling incomplete without you. Someday this will fade. Just you wait and see.
The room was engulfed in complete darkness as the coppered haired young man kept still on the mattress beneath him, not wavering and no longer caring about the slender and toned man above him as the other penetrated through his lower sphincter, belligerently and messily moving in and out of him. He could not move, he did not want to, he chose to close his eyes and ignore the truth behind what was happening to him as the younger man held him down firmly by his wrists, his legs spread and raised above his bed.
In the darkness, the scent of the room occupied a mixture of the indecent traces of perspiration and blood. His pride broken, his body bruised and his heart buried in shame.
In the darkness, the sounds of the room echoed heavy grunts, skin beating on skin, and the low whimpers of a man who chose to close his eyes and ignore the truth behind what was happening to him. His pride broken, his body bruised and his heart buried in shame.
Standing in the middle of the shower area, Tatsuya let the remaining droplets of warm water cascade down his slim and well-defined body, the mist of the tepid water swathing in the air as the fragrance from his lavender toiletries surrounded the washroom and inevitably into his lungs as he continued to breathe heavily in. The fragrance of the lavender, a relaxing scent that always calmed his nerves, and his now fully bathed body masked the distress in his heart.
Carefully taking his saturated hands, he slid open the glass door and reached for his powder blue colored bath towel. Once in his possession, he slowly ran the thick cotton cloth throughout the limbs and extremities of his body, erasing only the traces of the water beads that covered him from the tip of his head and to the soles of his feet, before securely wrapping the soft fabric around his trim waist.
Tatsuya took slow steps as he walked out of the shower, making his way towards the other side of the small bathroom space, one-step, two steps, and three slow yet painful steps allowed him to stand situated in front of the fogged mirror. Tatsuya stood in his place, looking back at the one object that reflected the truth about whom he was and who he had become. Standing there, looking back at the obscure reflection of his body, he wondered whether he could change just in time to enjoy a better future.
Raising his right arm, he let his hand loiter some odd seconds above the mirror before firmly pressing his hand up against the glass and lazily smearing the dew in order to reveal what he had hoped he could wash away. However, Tatsuya knew that in this world, there was no amount of water, nor lavender soaps in which could take away the image looking back at him.
At the sight of his own reflection, Tatsuya once again questioned whether he could change just in time to enjoy a better future or whether he could even make such a change with his current state. Looking deeply at his reflection, he carefully followed the numerous odd shaped and discolored pigmentations all over his body, recalling the events that transpired for each one. Some of marks were old, he considered them as his battle scars, but the majority had begun to heal while the remaining perched freshly on his skin. Tired of his own reflection and the vivid images accompanying them in his head with each bruise, Tatsuya closed his eyes and remembered the days when his body was free of the scars, a time when his body was cared for and caressed rather than what it had become today.
With his eyes closed, in his own thought, Tatsuya could feel the warmth of the man he loved gently grazing his hands over his body and ghostly moving his lips over his own. The scent of the other, fresh but manly, invigorating his senses as their proximity reached ever so closer to one another. The touches, the smells, and the sweet feelings he would get when with the other, were all sensations in which drove him to fall in love the younger more and more with every passing day. ‘Tatsuya’ he can hear the other whisper breathlessly and protectively, ‘I love you.’
‘Ryo’ Tatsuya says aloud in a soft whisper, a response to the memory, ‘I love you too.’
Unfortunately, for Tatsuya, those memories he cherished and kept stored in his heart no longer lasted like the days they use to but now those memories only came in the form of small fleeting moments. Because now, the memories of the touches were followed by harsh and firm grips, the smells were replaced with cigarette smoke and cheap convenience store liquor, and the sweet feelings were replaced with fear, ignorant devotion and blinded love.
He opened his eyes and once again exchanged a stern glance at the man staring back at him, whom he was and who he had become, was a man who turned weak, broken, hopeless, and in love.
Someday this will fade, this feeling of love that I have for you. No longer needing you or wanting you, feeling incomplete without you. Someday this will fade. Just you wait and see.
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 0.925
Summary: What becomes the worth of a man blinded by love, hoping for the past moments to someday return.
Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic in nearly 5 months and this story is what I came up with. The fanfic contains diluted images of the mature themes (abuse/rape) illustrated in the story. Please do note that I do not condone any of these themes illustrated in the work. Thank you and as always, comments and criticisms are always welcomed.
Someday this will fade, this feeling of love that I have for you. No longer needing you or wanting you, feeling incomplete without you. Someday this will fade. Just you wait and see.
The room was engulfed in complete darkness as the coppered haired young man kept still on the mattress beneath him, not wavering and no longer caring about the slender and toned man above him as the other penetrated through his lower sphincter, belligerently and messily moving in and out of him. He could not move, he did not want to, he chose to close his eyes and ignore the truth behind what was happening to him as the younger man held him down firmly by his wrists, his legs spread and raised above his bed.
In the darkness, the scent of the room occupied a mixture of the indecent traces of perspiration and blood. His pride broken, his body bruised and his heart buried in shame.
In the darkness, the sounds of the room echoed heavy grunts, skin beating on skin, and the low whimpers of a man who chose to close his eyes and ignore the truth behind what was happening to him. His pride broken, his body bruised and his heart buried in shame.
Standing in the middle of the shower area, Tatsuya let the remaining droplets of warm water cascade down his slim and well-defined body, the mist of the tepid water swathing in the air as the fragrance from his lavender toiletries surrounded the washroom and inevitably into his lungs as he continued to breathe heavily in. The fragrance of the lavender, a relaxing scent that always calmed his nerves, and his now fully bathed body masked the distress in his heart.
Carefully taking his saturated hands, he slid open the glass door and reached for his powder blue colored bath towel. Once in his possession, he slowly ran the thick cotton cloth throughout the limbs and extremities of his body, erasing only the traces of the water beads that covered him from the tip of his head and to the soles of his feet, before securely wrapping the soft fabric around his trim waist.
Tatsuya took slow steps as he walked out of the shower, making his way towards the other side of the small bathroom space, one-step, two steps, and three slow yet painful steps allowed him to stand situated in front of the fogged mirror. Tatsuya stood in his place, looking back at the one object that reflected the truth about whom he was and who he had become. Standing there, looking back at the obscure reflection of his body, he wondered whether he could change just in time to enjoy a better future.
Raising his right arm, he let his hand loiter some odd seconds above the mirror before firmly pressing his hand up against the glass and lazily smearing the dew in order to reveal what he had hoped he could wash away. However, Tatsuya knew that in this world, there was no amount of water, nor lavender soaps in which could take away the image looking back at him.
At the sight of his own reflection, Tatsuya once again questioned whether he could change just in time to enjoy a better future or whether he could even make such a change with his current state. Looking deeply at his reflection, he carefully followed the numerous odd shaped and discolored pigmentations all over his body, recalling the events that transpired for each one. Some of marks were old, he considered them as his battle scars, but the majority had begun to heal while the remaining perched freshly on his skin. Tired of his own reflection and the vivid images accompanying them in his head with each bruise, Tatsuya closed his eyes and remembered the days when his body was free of the scars, a time when his body was cared for and caressed rather than what it had become today.
With his eyes closed, in his own thought, Tatsuya could feel the warmth of the man he loved gently grazing his hands over his body and ghostly moving his lips over his own. The scent of the other, fresh but manly, invigorating his senses as their proximity reached ever so closer to one another. The touches, the smells, and the sweet feelings he would get when with the other, were all sensations in which drove him to fall in love the younger more and more with every passing day. ‘Tatsuya’ he can hear the other whisper breathlessly and protectively, ‘I love you.’
‘Ryo’ Tatsuya says aloud in a soft whisper, a response to the memory, ‘I love you too.’
Unfortunately, for Tatsuya, those memories he cherished and kept stored in his heart no longer lasted like the days they use to but now those memories only came in the form of small fleeting moments. Because now, the memories of the touches were followed by harsh and firm grips, the smells were replaced with cigarette smoke and cheap convenience store liquor, and the sweet feelings were replaced with fear, ignorant devotion and blinded love.
He opened his eyes and once again exchanged a stern glance at the man staring back at him, whom he was and who he had become, was a man who turned weak, broken, hopeless, and in love.
Someday this will fade, this feeling of love that I have for you. No longer needing you or wanting you, feeling incomplete without you. Someday this will fade. Just you wait and see.