Rescue Me Prologue/?
Title: Rescue Me
Author: takey_need_help
Chapter: Prologue/?
Bands: the GazettE, Dir en Grey (maybe more to come...?)
Pairings: ReitaxRuki, Kyox(open)
Rating: R (for this chapter) Overall, NC17
Warnings: Rape, BoyxBoy
Disclaimer: I dont own them.... Kai! Get out of my kitchen! ^^"
Summary: It was a very important day for the two; their anniversary. How did they know it was going to end up like this?
Synopsis: He heard a door open to his left, golden light flooding into the room when said door was opened. The blonde looked up in the direction of said door, squinting his eyes until they got used to the intruding light. His head fell back down to its original position, but his eyes stayed put on the light source until a male silhouette appeared. Because of the lighting, that’s all it was; just a silhouette.
Comment: HEY HEY! I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Not quite sure how I came up with THIS idea.... but hey, it's an idea ne? Short prolouge is short.... Enjoy though! Comments of your own are love! And exuse any mistakes, I'm putting this up before going to school xP I'll proofread it when I get back ^^"
Rescue MePrologue
The darkness surrounded him, and a slight feeling of confusion. What happened? Why was he here? Going to stand up, he was faced with the fact that he was unable to; handcuffs restricting his wrists and ankles. He could feel the blood that trickled down his face. He could feel the pain of the bruises on his arms and legs, and he could feel the soreness in his muscles.
He looked down at himself to find his clothes missing and semen lying soundly on his stomach. He screamed at the ceiling at the realization that came to him: he’s been raped. Now, if he didn’t focus on the pain on his body, he could feel the pain in his buttocks from the continual and forced pounding of another man’s arousal.
As the rods in his eyes began to kick in, he was able to see his surroundings. All the walls were the same, bland cream color; the floor was a stained, and slightly destroyed, red-oak hardwood floor. The whole room had a stench of semen and sweat. He could see the king-sized bed to the right of him, the sheets crumpled up at the foot of the bed. Straight ahead of him, he saw a plane, rectangular mirror; he saw his reflection: his normally neatly-styled blonde hair was a ruffled mess, and the bottom strands still sticking to the side of him head from forced sweat. Alone in this grand-sized room, he only had two thoughts:
Desertion and Reita.
Now, more than ever, he yearned for his other. He yearned for his protective aura, and the warmth that was radiated between them in their many shared embraces. He yearned for the affection he could feel during their many shared kisses, and he yearned for the bassist’s warm and soothing voice to calm him.
But now he felt filthy, and not just because of the stale sweat on his body nor the semen sitting on his chest. He felt filthy because of the penetration of another man, and the fact that he didn’t even know the man’s name made him shiver. His body was soiled. No amount of soap nor any shower could completely clean his conscience. He could take shower after shower, but mentally he would always be filthy from here on out.
”Reita will be so disgusted at me…” the blonde thought. He sat there wallowing in his own self-pity, silently crying to himself; crying because of how hard reality had hit him. He didn’t like to cry like this, but sometimes he found that he had no choice. He closed himself to others so much, and sometimes he just couldn’t keep it all in. Besides, if someone saw him crying now it wouldn’t even matter. They’ve already exposed him on many levels, whoever ‘they’ are.
They’ve already humiliated him.
After a few minutes, his tears slowed down their race down his cheeks. He hung his head down low, crossing his legs and having his arms go limp to hang in the handcuffs around his wrists.
He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and ready to give up. He yearned for Reita significantly. He needed to be rescued. He was confused as to why he couldn’t even hear any kind of fighting in the house that he was kept in. By now, he figured he was either in a basement or on the top floor of the house. If there were any windows, it would be easier to tell. He didn’t even know what time of day it was… But if Reita knew of his disappearance, he’d tear the world apart searching for the small blonde.
He heard a door open to his left, golden light flooding into the room when said door was opened. The blonde looked up in the direction of said door, squinting his eyes until they got used to the intruding light. His head fell back down to its original position, but his eyes stayed put on the light source until a male silhouette appeared. Because of the lighting, that’s all it was; just a silhouette.
The silhouette itself was shorter then the blonde himself maybe about 4’ 8”. The figure was very thin at the torso, but farther down towards the ground, the figure seemed to expand. Maybe baggy pants…?
There were so many questions that he wanted to ask this figure, but fell silent by fear. He wanted to know why he was here, why he was raped, why he was chained up to the wall, and where the hell Reita was.
The silhouette came closer, the lighting exposing the plethora of tattoos on the man’s shirtless chest. He could see the short black hair, and the desire in his eyes.
“Ruki.” The man said, their eyes never leaving one another’s. The blonde looked up hearing his name spoken firmly, for he feared being beaten or something if he didn’t respond.
“Kyo.” Ruki responded. The blonde’s eyes scanned the elder’s body, then he again scanned his own. He ripped at his restraints angrily in his failed attempt to free himself. “You bastard! Let me out of here!” He went to scream the words at the elder in anger, but his throat being as dry as it is, it came out as a hoarse whisper.
“Struggle all you want, Ru-chan.” Ruki snickered at the nickname given. No one gave the ending of -chan to his name. No one except Reita. “You’re not going to be able to break free of your restraints.” Ruki struggled more on his restraints, determined to break free.
“Kyo! Let me out!” His voice still hoarse, but becoming louder by the minute. His emotions were on overload; the anger trapped inside of him, the sorrow of Reita’s absence from his side, and the slight disappointment that he’s heard nothing of his lover. “Nishimura!” Ruki spoke firmly. Kyo’s smile on his face turned sour hearing his surname, walking the small distance between him and the blonde and slapped the smooth cheek.
“Bitch. Listen to me.” Kyo began, his voice firm and controlling. “I’m not letting you out. That’s final. And your little lover boy can’t save you.” Ruki’s head snapped up immediately.
“What have you done to Reita?!”
~~
He heard the screams of the small blonde, probably only a room or two away from where he was. He tugged angrily at his own restraints wanting to soothe the screams that pierced his ears. He’s woken up… the blonde thought to himself. He didn’t like how he was tied up like this. It angered him on many levels. He tugged on his restraints yet again, hoping to break free.
The door in front of him opened, exposing the rest of the room to his eyes. There was a king-sized bed to his right, and a wall-length mirror to his left. When the door did open, the short vocalist came walking in, making Reita scowl.
“Reita.” The vocalist stated firmly. Reita ripped at his restraints again, and again to no avail.
“Kyo you bastard.” The bassist said angrily. Now, at this moment, all Reita wanted was to get out of these restraints and get his hands on Kyo, to just lash out in anger at the elder for what he’s putting his little blonde and himself through.
“Cursing at me wont help you at all Blondie.” Reita used as much strength as he had in him into releasing himself from his restraints. He groaned in pain against his wrists from the repeated lashing against the handcuffs. “Oh stop it you’re making a racket.”
“I don’t give a fuck! Let me out of here!” All Kyo did was smile slyly.
“Never. You two are my prized possessions now. And if you’d excuse me, I’m going to check in on the other blondie here.”
As Kyo walked through the door on the right, he continued lashing at the restraints.
Author: takey_need_help
Chapter: Prologue/?
Bands: the GazettE, Dir en Grey (maybe more to come...?)
Pairings: ReitaxRuki, Kyox(open)
Rating: R (for this chapter) Overall, NC17
Warnings: Rape, BoyxBoy
Disclaimer: I dont own them.... Kai! Get out of my kitchen! ^^"
Summary: It was a very important day for the two; their anniversary. How did they know it was going to end up like this?
Synopsis: He heard a door open to his left, golden light flooding into the room when said door was opened. The blonde looked up in the direction of said door, squinting his eyes until they got used to the intruding light. His head fell back down to its original position, but his eyes stayed put on the light source until a male silhouette appeared. Because of the lighting, that’s all it was; just a silhouette.
Comment: HEY HEY! I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Not quite sure how I came up with THIS idea.... but hey, it's an idea ne? Short prolouge is short.... Enjoy though! Comments of your own are love! And exuse any mistakes, I'm putting this up before going to school xP I'll proofread it when I get back ^^"
Rescue MePrologue
The darkness surrounded him, and a slight feeling of confusion. What happened? Why was he here? Going to stand up, he was faced with the fact that he was unable to; handcuffs restricting his wrists and ankles. He could feel the blood that trickled down his face. He could feel the pain of the bruises on his arms and legs, and he could feel the soreness in his muscles.
He looked down at himself to find his clothes missing and semen lying soundly on his stomach. He screamed at the ceiling at the realization that came to him: he’s been raped. Now, if he didn’t focus on the pain on his body, he could feel the pain in his buttocks from the continual and forced pounding of another man’s arousal.
As the rods in his eyes began to kick in, he was able to see his surroundings. All the walls were the same, bland cream color; the floor was a stained, and slightly destroyed, red-oak hardwood floor. The whole room had a stench of semen and sweat. He could see the king-sized bed to the right of him, the sheets crumpled up at the foot of the bed. Straight ahead of him, he saw a plane, rectangular mirror; he saw his reflection: his normally neatly-styled blonde hair was a ruffled mess, and the bottom strands still sticking to the side of him head from forced sweat. Alone in this grand-sized room, he only had two thoughts:
Desertion and Reita.
Now, more than ever, he yearned for his other. He yearned for his protective aura, and the warmth that was radiated between them in their many shared embraces. He yearned for the affection he could feel during their many shared kisses, and he yearned for the bassist’s warm and soothing voice to calm him.
But now he felt filthy, and not just because of the stale sweat on his body nor the semen sitting on his chest. He felt filthy because of the penetration of another man, and the fact that he didn’t even know the man’s name made him shiver. His body was soiled. No amount of soap nor any shower could completely clean his conscience. He could take shower after shower, but mentally he would always be filthy from here on out.
”Reita will be so disgusted at me…” the blonde thought. He sat there wallowing in his own self-pity, silently crying to himself; crying because of how hard reality had hit him. He didn’t like to cry like this, but sometimes he found that he had no choice. He closed himself to others so much, and sometimes he just couldn’t keep it all in. Besides, if someone saw him crying now it wouldn’t even matter. They’ve already exposed him on many levels, whoever ‘they’ are.
They’ve already humiliated him.
After a few minutes, his tears slowed down their race down his cheeks. He hung his head down low, crossing his legs and having his arms go limp to hang in the handcuffs around his wrists.
He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and ready to give up. He yearned for Reita significantly. He needed to be rescued. He was confused as to why he couldn’t even hear any kind of fighting in the house that he was kept in. By now, he figured he was either in a basement or on the top floor of the house. If there were any windows, it would be easier to tell. He didn’t even know what time of day it was… But if Reita knew of his disappearance, he’d tear the world apart searching for the small blonde.
He heard a door open to his left, golden light flooding into the room when said door was opened. The blonde looked up in the direction of said door, squinting his eyes until they got used to the intruding light. His head fell back down to its original position, but his eyes stayed put on the light source until a male silhouette appeared. Because of the lighting, that’s all it was; just a silhouette.
The silhouette itself was shorter then the blonde himself maybe about 4’ 8”. The figure was very thin at the torso, but farther down towards the ground, the figure seemed to expand. Maybe baggy pants…?
There were so many questions that he wanted to ask this figure, but fell silent by fear. He wanted to know why he was here, why he was raped, why he was chained up to the wall, and where the hell Reita was.
The silhouette came closer, the lighting exposing the plethora of tattoos on the man’s shirtless chest. He could see the short black hair, and the desire in his eyes.
“Ruki.” The man said, their eyes never leaving one another’s. The blonde looked up hearing his name spoken firmly, for he feared being beaten or something if he didn’t respond.
“Kyo.” Ruki responded. The blonde’s eyes scanned the elder’s body, then he again scanned his own. He ripped at his restraints angrily in his failed attempt to free himself. “You bastard! Let me out of here!” He went to scream the words at the elder in anger, but his throat being as dry as it is, it came out as a hoarse whisper.
“Struggle all you want, Ru-chan.” Ruki snickered at the nickname given. No one gave the ending of -chan to his name. No one except Reita. “You’re not going to be able to break free of your restraints.” Ruki struggled more on his restraints, determined to break free.
“Kyo! Let me out!” His voice still hoarse, but becoming louder by the minute. His emotions were on overload; the anger trapped inside of him, the sorrow of Reita’s absence from his side, and the slight disappointment that he’s heard nothing of his lover. “Nishimura!” Ruki spoke firmly. Kyo’s smile on his face turned sour hearing his surname, walking the small distance between him and the blonde and slapped the smooth cheek.
“Bitch. Listen to me.” Kyo began, his voice firm and controlling. “I’m not letting you out. That’s final. And your little lover boy can’t save you.” Ruki’s head snapped up immediately.
“What have you done to Reita?!”
~~
He heard the screams of the small blonde, probably only a room or two away from where he was. He tugged angrily at his own restraints wanting to soothe the screams that pierced his ears. He’s woken up… the blonde thought to himself. He didn’t like how he was tied up like this. It angered him on many levels. He tugged on his restraints yet again, hoping to break free.
The door in front of him opened, exposing the rest of the room to his eyes. There was a king-sized bed to his right, and a wall-length mirror to his left. When the door did open, the short vocalist came walking in, making Reita scowl.
“Reita.” The vocalist stated firmly. Reita ripped at his restraints again, and again to no avail.
“Kyo you bastard.” The bassist said angrily. Now, at this moment, all Reita wanted was to get out of these restraints and get his hands on Kyo, to just lash out in anger at the elder for what he’s putting his little blonde and himself through.
“Cursing at me wont help you at all Blondie.” Reita used as much strength as he had in him into releasing himself from his restraints. He groaned in pain against his wrists from the repeated lashing against the handcuffs. “Oh stop it you’re making a racket.”
“I don’t give a fuck! Let me out of here!” All Kyo did was smile slyly.
“Never. You two are my prized possessions now. And if you’d excuse me, I’m going to check in on the other blondie here.”
As Kyo walked through the door on the right, he continued lashing at the restraints.