Unexpected {2/2}
anonymous
February 25 2010, 05:48:33 UTC
A numb heat rolled across his body. He didn't know how long it had been. He didn't know how short it had been.
With a tired face, his mind slipped. They asked him over and over about the boy, the one, but his lips wouldn't work. They asked what kind of sin he'd indulged in.
But it wasn't a sin.
No, there in each other's arms, he knew love, and love is not a sin. As their lips met, their toes curled, their bodies clashed in entangled passion... It may have been primal and lewd, but certainly not sinful.
With stiff muscles, he was pushed flat on his back, mouth stuffed with a torn cloth. They'd smacked his cheek until he sobered, moaning lightly against the gag.
Eyes fluttered to his right, where a bucket of water lay. He felt his stomach knot up. Not this.
"We shall cleanse you from the inside out."
The struggle became more fierce now. He bit at the cloth like a rabid animal, yet he was utterly cornered. Disgusting, dirty water was brought to his lips, while his head was pushed back, the bones of his neck giving a small pop from the stress.
It tasted awful. He wasn't so sure anymore of this liquid's identity, but he did know that it was seeping quickly into the cloth, and at the angle he was being held, this made it difficult to breathe. He couldn't spit it back out. The only logical action would be to swallow it.
Too much. They'd force-fed him too much. His stomach blazed with the pain of expansion, and yet he couldn't say no. Another gulp downed. Another. He couldn't contain anymore. His stomach contracted violently, and with a throaty curdle, his mouth was full if bile and disgusting water and acidic flavours. In reaction, he heaved again, but against the rag, his body couldn't cleanse itself properly. He strained to breathe as it escaped out of his nose. When the tears of desperation finally fell, they removed the rag, leaving Antonio to vomit all across his stomach and lap.
"Why won't you talk?"
He slowly brought up his gaze to the man above him.
With a smirk, he breathed, " Proverbs ten twelve- Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs."
He couldn't see their reaction, as the consciousness then drained from his body like cheap wine in the goblet of a courtesan.
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He was found in a quiet place, some days later, as close to dead as a nation could be.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," a sobbing voice carried a chorus across his ears. As he regained his awareness, he perked up a smile.
Ahh, mi amor.
"Sorry... For what?" Antonio croaked, in so much pain that he wished he could cease to breathe.
When his eyes focused, he saw a small, brown-haired teen wiping his eyes.
"I'm not sorry for anything, you old bastard!" he screeched, dragging up a stony façade. He hadn't expected to be heard.
A moment passed.
"Don't ever leave me again," Antonio commanded.
After their eyes met, they cast aside any dignity left in the room and shared their tears Antonio wept from the newly-founded deep psychological upset, the other cracked under the relief of seeing his lover alive.
Re: Unexpected {2/2}
anonymous
February 25 2010, 07:00:54 UTC
O-oh my God... I feel absolutely horrible for wanting to reread this already, but WOW. You really succeeded in tugging at my heartstrings, writernon, especially since Antonio is one of my favourite characters, and you write him so WELL. Just... whew.
Torture has always fascinated this anon, even though it makes me feel like a sick bastard to openly admit it. And Antonio holding out through the hell for the sake of love, and the scene with Romano at the end... Sob. Somehow I can't imagine it ending well at all - like there's even more to come at them - and that thought makes me so sad. ;__;
Horrible. So horrible. And yet I loved it like I don't even know. I love you, writernon.
Re: Unexpected {2/2}
anonymous
February 25 2010, 07:21:58 UTC
This is so sad, yet also poignant and so, so beautiful. The description of Antonio's torture is so vivid, and while it's awful, his love for Lovino is just so obvious and so sweet. :) Good job.
Re: Unexpected {2/2}
anonymous
February 25 2010, 14:08:28 UTC
Above anon who commented. Aaaagghh, I knew this was going to break my heart. Poor Antonio, such a romantic. I agree with what all above anons have said, including the lone little heart, and I repeat what I said about your writing style. You keep it simple, and so you avoid to slide into pathetic or gorey while still packing a mean emotional punch. So yeah. Short but so lovely.
With a tired face, his mind slipped. They asked him over and over about the boy, the one, but his lips wouldn't work. They asked what kind of sin he'd indulged in.
But it wasn't a sin.
No, there in each other's arms, he knew love, and love is not a sin. As their lips met, their toes curled, their bodies clashed in entangled passion... It may have been primal and lewd, but certainly not sinful.
With stiff muscles, he was pushed flat on his back, mouth stuffed with a torn cloth. They'd smacked his cheek until he sobered, moaning lightly against the gag.
Eyes fluttered to his right, where a bucket of water lay. He felt his stomach knot up. Not this.
"We shall cleanse you from the inside out."
The struggle became more fierce now. He bit at the cloth like a rabid animal, yet he was utterly cornered. Disgusting, dirty water was brought to his lips, while his head was pushed back, the bones of his neck giving a small pop from the stress.
It tasted awful. He wasn't so sure anymore of this liquid's identity, but he did know that it was seeping quickly into the cloth, and at the angle he was being held, this made it difficult to breathe. He couldn't spit it back out. The only logical action would be to swallow it.
Too much. They'd force-fed him too much. His stomach blazed with the pain of expansion, and yet he couldn't say no. Another gulp downed. Another. He couldn't contain anymore. His stomach contracted violently, and with a throaty curdle, his mouth was full if bile and disgusting water and acidic flavours. In reaction, he heaved again, but against the rag, his body couldn't cleanse itself properly. He strained to breathe as it escaped out of his nose. When the tears of desperation finally fell, they removed the rag, leaving Antonio to vomit all across his stomach and lap.
"Why won't you talk?"
He slowly brought up his gaze to the man above him.
With a smirk, he breathed, " Proverbs ten twelve- Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs."
He couldn't see their reaction, as the consciousness then drained from his body like cheap wine in the goblet of a courtesan.
________
He was found in a quiet place, some days later, as close to dead as a nation could be.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," a sobbing voice carried a chorus across his ears. As he regained his awareness, he perked up a smile.
Ahh, mi amor.
"Sorry... For what?" Antonio croaked, in so much pain that he wished he could cease to breathe.
When his eyes focused, he saw a small, brown-haired teen wiping his eyes.
"I'm not sorry for anything, you old bastard!" he screeched, dragging up a stony façade. He hadn't expected to be heard.
A moment passed.
"Don't ever leave me again," Antonio commanded.
After their eyes met, they cast aside any dignity left in the room and shared their tears Antonio wept from the newly-founded deep psychological upset, the other cracked under the relief of seeing his lover alive.
"I won't. Never."
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"Sorry... For what?" Antonio croaked, in so much pain that he wished he could cease to breathe.
These two lines fucking define this character for me.
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I feel absolutely horrible for wanting to reread this already, but WOW. You really succeeded in tugging at my heartstrings, writernon, especially since Antonio is one of my favourite characters, and you write him so WELL. Just... whew.
Torture has always fascinated this anon, even though it makes me feel like a sick bastard to openly admit it. And Antonio holding out through the hell for the sake of love, and the scene with Romano at the end... Sob. Somehow I can't imagine it ending well at all - like there's even more to come at them - and that thought makes me so sad. ;__;
Horrible. So horrible. And yet I loved it like I don't even know.
I love you, writernon.
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On Spain.
Must resist Monty Python joke.
So much beauty in this fill at the same time as it being absolutely horrifying.
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So, extreamly inappropriate jokes aside, this fill is an evil kind of love and I am going to hell.
'Said tosses'. Try 'tossers', Captcha.
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