An Antebellum Sunset*Chapter4*Atsushi/Uruha
Title: An Antebellum Sunset
Chapters: 4/8
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: Eventual violence, rape, mild het, character death
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1941. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…
Curtains fluttered in the early autumn breeze. Uruha paid them no heed. He had more pressing matters to attend to. How could this happen? He asked himself these questions every night but still had yet to find an answer. Well, he had an answer but that simply couldn’t be it. He could accept that Mr. Sakurai just said that he loved him so that he could have relations with him. “No,” Uruha thought, “He loves me. He has to love me. If he doesn’t, then that would mean…” he never got farther than this. At this point, he’d always feel dirty. Still, he couldn’t help himself.
His hand snaked under the sheet. He closed his eyes and caressed his thigh, imagining that Darcey was touching him. The blood rushed to his neater regions. He could feel himself getting hard. Uruha gripped his own length now. He desperately wished to feel breath on his neck and a body over him. Uruha’s hand moved up and down, digging him deeper into sin at a slow, sensuous pace. The sheets tangled around long graceful legs. He thrust his hips as his pace became more frantic. He just wanted that feeling again. He wanted to feel loved again. Tears pricked at tightly shut eyes before racing down Uruha’s smooth, flushed cheeks, stealing their warmth so that he could almost imagine that they were Darcey’s cool fingers. In his frustration, he pumped his length harder. It just wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to feel the pleasure only. He also wanted to feel the firm thrusting into him. He wanted to feel something inside. He did something different this time, something he’d though about all these weeks but never had the courage to try.
He took a deep breath and shoved a finger into himself. It burned just as it had that night and it took considerable effort not to let out a peep. This was right. He shoved a second finger in despite the pain and began to thrust. It still hurt. He remembered that Darcey had three fingers inside him so he forced in another, he was now crying from physical pain rather than emotional. He kept thrusting. It would feel good. Darcey made it feel good. Uruha experimented with different angles and depths. Finally, a shallow thrust toward the front of his body sent a shock of pleasure through him and a soft moan escaped. He stopped for a moment, panting, straining to hear if he’d woken anyone. When he heard no stirring, he put his free hand over his mouth and continued to jab at that spot. His hips began to roll to meet his fingers and he wanted so badly to remove his hand from his mouth in order to breathe better but he knew he couldn’t with the way he was moaning. That now familiar feeling was building within him. Uruha shoved his fingers into himself even harder. He longed for release. He drove for it again and again until finally light flashed behind his eyelids and faded back to black.
Uruha pulled his fingers out and grimaced when the pain returned. He sighed. What he’d done felt good to his body but contained no emotional substance. He didn’t feel loved. He felt alone and pitiful and perverted. As he drifted off to sleep, he wished that Mr. Sakurai never entered his life. “No,” a bitter voice inside reminded, “ruined my life.” Tomorrow Darcey and Marie would be married, binding him to Uruha forever. After tomorrow, there was no escape.
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“Uruha, hurry and get more flowers,” Mrs. Scarborough called. They were helping to put the finishing touches on the church decorations. The guests would start arriving any minute now. Uruha dabbed his forehead and upper lip with his handkerchief. The weather was still stiflingly hot at this time of tear and Uruha spent most of the day running around, trying to keep up with everything he needed to do to make Marie’s wedding absolutely perfect. Ha snatched the last of the lilies from the sacristy and brought them to his mother.
“Thank you, dear. You’ve been such a help.” Uruha grinned as his mother smoothed his tousled hair affectionately. “I declare, your face is as red as a tomato in July. Go help Mr. Sakurai get ready until you need to be back here. Maybe you’ll cool down a little if you’re not running around.”
Uruha’s smile fell. He didn’t want to go anywhere near Darcy but, of course he couldn’t tell his mother anything about that so he started of toward the groom’s dressing room. Contrary to his mother’s wishes, Uruha felt his face heat up and his heart beat faster the nearer he got to his destination. His hand shook as he pushed the door open.
He breath froze. There Darcey stood, shirtless. He looked like a marble statue in that moment and Uruha felt captivated once again.
“Come in, Uruha,” the deep voice floated in the air. Uruha didn’t even realize he’d walked farther into the room until a cool caress on his cheek made him jump. He realized then that he and Darcey were alone in the room.
“You look too warm, my dear,” Darcey cooed, slipping Uruha’s coat off and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
“M-my mother told me to help you get ready for the ceremony,” Uruha stammered.
“And you are helping me,” Darcey argued, tossing Uruha’s shirt on a nearby chair. Uruha shivered as Darcey took him in his arms and he found himself leaning into the embrace both because the other man’s skin felt soothing in the heat of the room and because it somehow felt right. He closed his eyes and smiled at the feeling of a hand stroking his head, now resting on Darcey’s shoulder.
“You see,” Darcey whispered, “I’m feeling tense and your presence is so very calming. I wish I could marry you instead of your sister, but this way at least I have an excuse to see you whenever I want. You’re so beautiful.”
Darcey raised Uruha’s face to look at him before capturing the boy’s lips. Uruha responded immediately. He didn’t know what it was about this man that attracted him so. He was so terrified of him yet desired him. He didn’t even object when he felt his pants sliding down his legs and hand caress his bottom. Darcey moaned in to the kiss and gripped harder, pulling Uruha closer. He didn’t even question when Darcey handed him a cruet of oil and commanded him to prepare himself. The fact that this was probably holy oil didn’t faze him a bit at the moment. He poured some onto his fingers and hastily shoved them into himself.
Darcey took his arms and moved him to lie on his back on the floor, legs splayed obscenely. “That’s it,” he muttered, leaning forward over Uruha’s body to nibble lightly on his shoulder. Uruha moaned softy and Darcey bit down harder. At Uruha’s gasp he released the flesh and lapped at the blood oozing from the wound. Uruha sighed as though at pain was the most comforting thing he’d ever felt. The moans returned, however, when Darcey undid his own pants removed Uruha’s fingers replaced them with his throbbing member. He dove in just in time to swallow Uruha’s cry of surprise. Upon releasing the young one’s mouth, he whispered, “Stay quiet for me won’t you, darling?” Uruha nodded and Darcey began to thrust into him harder.
They had 90 minutes until Uruha had to take his place as best man. Darcey spent 60 of those minutes pounding onto the sweet body. By the time Uruha was dressed again and returning to his family, he wasn’t sure if he was light headed because of the Darcey’s tendency to bite him during sex or because of having three orgasms.
“Uruha! Where have you been?” asked Eleanor, who was to be the maid of honor.
“I was helping Da… I mean Mr. Sakurai get ready for the ceremony.”
Eleanor giggled. “I guess it’s okay if we call him Darcey. He will be our brother after all.”
A shiver ran down Uruha’s spine. He’d never thought of it that way. He’d just had sex with his brother-in-law-to-be. It didn’t seem like this would be the last encounter of that sort either. It was so improper. That was the type of thing one would expect in the mountains, not here among civilized Piedmont folk.
“Are you alright?” Uruha belatedly realized that Eleanor had been watching him the whole time.
“I’m fine,” Uruha answered but his sister didn’t look convinced. She reached foreword and placed a hand on his forehead. You feel warm and you’re very pale. I’ll be right back.”
Uruha frowned as his sister hurried off without any explanation. He figured all he could do was to stay put until she returned. Fortunately, she wasn’t gone long. Eleanor returned a minute later.
“Here.”
Uruha smiled as he took the proffered cup and took a sip. Eleanor had been kind enough to bring him some lemonade and he had to admit that he felt much better now and he said so.
“What would you do without me?”
“Die of thirst I guess,” Uruha chuckled.
Uruha honestly felt good. He knew he had no right to. As Eleanor retuned his cup to its rightful place, guilt began to creep into Uruha’s consciousness. That old feeling was returning, that dirty feeling. It seemed like the only time he escaped it was when he was with Darcey.
He pondered on this even after the wedding began. Even as he watched Darcey pledge eternal devotion to another, we couldn’t help but wonder if Darcey needed him just as he seemed to need Darcey. Did the elder also feel cleansed by Uruha? Was he cheating Marie by letting her go through with this when he knew Darcey actually loved him?
By the time the happy couple walked out of the church side by side, Uruha was back to feeling like a rat again. He felt even worse when Darcey flashed him a smile as their way to the reception picnic.
He couldn’t face the world. He couldn’t face Marie. He had to escape, and thus, he did the only sensible thing. He snuck 3 glasses of Champaign.
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Yes, a very late and very short update. I think I’ll be writing more now. I hope I will anyway. I don’t know. I will not drop any stories though. I promise.
Chapters: 4/8
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: Eventual violence, rape, mild het, character death
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1941. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…
Curtains fluttered in the early autumn breeze. Uruha paid them no heed. He had more pressing matters to attend to. How could this happen? He asked himself these questions every night but still had yet to find an answer. Well, he had an answer but that simply couldn’t be it. He could accept that Mr. Sakurai just said that he loved him so that he could have relations with him. “No,” Uruha thought, “He loves me. He has to love me. If he doesn’t, then that would mean…” he never got farther than this. At this point, he’d always feel dirty. Still, he couldn’t help himself.
His hand snaked under the sheet. He closed his eyes and caressed his thigh, imagining that Darcey was touching him. The blood rushed to his neater regions. He could feel himself getting hard. Uruha gripped his own length now. He desperately wished to feel breath on his neck and a body over him. Uruha’s hand moved up and down, digging him deeper into sin at a slow, sensuous pace. The sheets tangled around long graceful legs. He thrust his hips as his pace became more frantic. He just wanted that feeling again. He wanted to feel loved again. Tears pricked at tightly shut eyes before racing down Uruha’s smooth, flushed cheeks, stealing their warmth so that he could almost imagine that they were Darcey’s cool fingers. In his frustration, he pumped his length harder. It just wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to feel the pleasure only. He also wanted to feel the firm thrusting into him. He wanted to feel something inside. He did something different this time, something he’d though about all these weeks but never had the courage to try.
He took a deep breath and shoved a finger into himself. It burned just as it had that night and it took considerable effort not to let out a peep. This was right. He shoved a second finger in despite the pain and began to thrust. It still hurt. He remembered that Darcey had three fingers inside him so he forced in another, he was now crying from physical pain rather than emotional. He kept thrusting. It would feel good. Darcey made it feel good. Uruha experimented with different angles and depths. Finally, a shallow thrust toward the front of his body sent a shock of pleasure through him and a soft moan escaped. He stopped for a moment, panting, straining to hear if he’d woken anyone. When he heard no stirring, he put his free hand over his mouth and continued to jab at that spot. His hips began to roll to meet his fingers and he wanted so badly to remove his hand from his mouth in order to breathe better but he knew he couldn’t with the way he was moaning. That now familiar feeling was building within him. Uruha shoved his fingers into himself even harder. He longed for release. He drove for it again and again until finally light flashed behind his eyelids and faded back to black.
Uruha pulled his fingers out and grimaced when the pain returned. He sighed. What he’d done felt good to his body but contained no emotional substance. He didn’t feel loved. He felt alone and pitiful and perverted. As he drifted off to sleep, he wished that Mr. Sakurai never entered his life. “No,” a bitter voice inside reminded, “ruined my life.” Tomorrow Darcey and Marie would be married, binding him to Uruha forever. After tomorrow, there was no escape.
~
“Uruha, hurry and get more flowers,” Mrs. Scarborough called. They were helping to put the finishing touches on the church decorations. The guests would start arriving any minute now. Uruha dabbed his forehead and upper lip with his handkerchief. The weather was still stiflingly hot at this time of tear and Uruha spent most of the day running around, trying to keep up with everything he needed to do to make Marie’s wedding absolutely perfect. Ha snatched the last of the lilies from the sacristy and brought them to his mother.
“Thank you, dear. You’ve been such a help.” Uruha grinned as his mother smoothed his tousled hair affectionately. “I declare, your face is as red as a tomato in July. Go help Mr. Sakurai get ready until you need to be back here. Maybe you’ll cool down a little if you’re not running around.”
Uruha’s smile fell. He didn’t want to go anywhere near Darcy but, of course he couldn’t tell his mother anything about that so he started of toward the groom’s dressing room. Contrary to his mother’s wishes, Uruha felt his face heat up and his heart beat faster the nearer he got to his destination. His hand shook as he pushed the door open.
He breath froze. There Darcey stood, shirtless. He looked like a marble statue in that moment and Uruha felt captivated once again.
“Come in, Uruha,” the deep voice floated in the air. Uruha didn’t even realize he’d walked farther into the room until a cool caress on his cheek made him jump. He realized then that he and Darcey were alone in the room.
“You look too warm, my dear,” Darcey cooed, slipping Uruha’s coat off and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
“M-my mother told me to help you get ready for the ceremony,” Uruha stammered.
“And you are helping me,” Darcey argued, tossing Uruha’s shirt on a nearby chair. Uruha shivered as Darcey took him in his arms and he found himself leaning into the embrace both because the other man’s skin felt soothing in the heat of the room and because it somehow felt right. He closed his eyes and smiled at the feeling of a hand stroking his head, now resting on Darcey’s shoulder.
“You see,” Darcey whispered, “I’m feeling tense and your presence is so very calming. I wish I could marry you instead of your sister, but this way at least I have an excuse to see you whenever I want. You’re so beautiful.”
Darcey raised Uruha’s face to look at him before capturing the boy’s lips. Uruha responded immediately. He didn’t know what it was about this man that attracted him so. He was so terrified of him yet desired him. He didn’t even object when he felt his pants sliding down his legs and hand caress his bottom. Darcey moaned in to the kiss and gripped harder, pulling Uruha closer. He didn’t even question when Darcey handed him a cruet of oil and commanded him to prepare himself. The fact that this was probably holy oil didn’t faze him a bit at the moment. He poured some onto his fingers and hastily shoved them into himself.
Darcey took his arms and moved him to lie on his back on the floor, legs splayed obscenely. “That’s it,” he muttered, leaning forward over Uruha’s body to nibble lightly on his shoulder. Uruha moaned softy and Darcey bit down harder. At Uruha’s gasp he released the flesh and lapped at the blood oozing from the wound. Uruha sighed as though at pain was the most comforting thing he’d ever felt. The moans returned, however, when Darcey undid his own pants removed Uruha’s fingers replaced them with his throbbing member. He dove in just in time to swallow Uruha’s cry of surprise. Upon releasing the young one’s mouth, he whispered, “Stay quiet for me won’t you, darling?” Uruha nodded and Darcey began to thrust into him harder.
They had 90 minutes until Uruha had to take his place as best man. Darcey spent 60 of those minutes pounding onto the sweet body. By the time Uruha was dressed again and returning to his family, he wasn’t sure if he was light headed because of the Darcey’s tendency to bite him during sex or because of having three orgasms.
“Uruha! Where have you been?” asked Eleanor, who was to be the maid of honor.
“I was helping Da… I mean Mr. Sakurai get ready for the ceremony.”
Eleanor giggled. “I guess it’s okay if we call him Darcey. He will be our brother after all.”
A shiver ran down Uruha’s spine. He’d never thought of it that way. He’d just had sex with his brother-in-law-to-be. It didn’t seem like this would be the last encounter of that sort either. It was so improper. That was the type of thing one would expect in the mountains, not here among civilized Piedmont folk.
“Are you alright?” Uruha belatedly realized that Eleanor had been watching him the whole time.
“I’m fine,” Uruha answered but his sister didn’t look convinced. She reached foreword and placed a hand on his forehead. You feel warm and you’re very pale. I’ll be right back.”
Uruha frowned as his sister hurried off without any explanation. He figured all he could do was to stay put until she returned. Fortunately, she wasn’t gone long. Eleanor returned a minute later.
“Here.”
Uruha smiled as he took the proffered cup and took a sip. Eleanor had been kind enough to bring him some lemonade and he had to admit that he felt much better now and he said so.
“What would you do without me?”
“Die of thirst I guess,” Uruha chuckled.
Uruha honestly felt good. He knew he had no right to. As Eleanor retuned his cup to its rightful place, guilt began to creep into Uruha’s consciousness. That old feeling was returning, that dirty feeling. It seemed like the only time he escaped it was when he was with Darcey.
He pondered on this even after the wedding began. Even as he watched Darcey pledge eternal devotion to another, we couldn’t help but wonder if Darcey needed him just as he seemed to need Darcey. Did the elder also feel cleansed by Uruha? Was he cheating Marie by letting her go through with this when he knew Darcey actually loved him?
By the time the happy couple walked out of the church side by side, Uruha was back to feeling like a rat again. He felt even worse when Darcey flashed him a smile as their way to the reception picnic.
He couldn’t face the world. He couldn’t face Marie. He had to escape, and thus, he did the only sensible thing. He snuck 3 glasses of Champaign.
~
Yes, a very late and very short update. I think I’ll be writing more now. I hope I will anyway. I don’t know. I will not drop any stories though. I promise.