~possession~



And I would be the one to hold you down...
Kiss you so hard, I'll take your breath away...

Roughly he was shoved facedown on the bed, and he let out a startled cry of surprise, momentarily fighting the weight of the large man who had sprawled himself over his backside.

Hot breath tickled the back of his neck, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes, a disgusting mixture that he despised and feared, because it always meant a night of misery and pain for him.

A wet tongue caressed his neck, a pair of strong hands holding his wrists down, knees pinning his legs firmly. The tongue moved along the soft skin, tickling it and leaving a line of sticky saliva, trailing its slow and nearly-agonizing way up to his ear, where the earlobe was nibbled at almost-playfully.

He squirmed, hoping against all hope that he could get free, only to have his earlobe bitten hard, and he could feel a trickle of blood from the broken skin as he cried out.

A hard hand shoved his face into the pillow, cutting off his much-needed air, before the hand released his head in favor of ripping his shirt open straight down the back, then just ripping it off of him completely. The other hand released his wrist to slide around his body to the front of his pants and deft fingers undid the zipper. Before he could protest or react, his pants were swiftly pulled down to his knees, taking his underwear with them.

He let out a loud yell, only to have his face shoved into the pillow again.

"Shut up, Shinya, just shut the fuck up already. No one can hear you, you bitch," a voice growled into his ear as his head was released, and he whimpered, tears filling his eyes.

Every night, it was the same...

His attacker shifted, and he heard a zipper being undone. His eyes squeezed closed; he knew what was next.

Without warning, the man on top of him thrusted into him hard, and he couldn't help but let out a scream at the sudden pain. His fingers dug into the bedding, and he buried his face in the pillow to stifle his sobs. Grunts and moans filled his ears, horrible sounds that he despised with every fiber of his being, as he was torn apart from the inside ruthlessly by the hard thrusting pace that had begun from the beginning. He could feel hands on his hips, yanking him to meet the thrusts, increasing the pain; there would be bruises from the grip.

Soon, it was all over. He felt the sticky substance explode within him, he could hear the drawn-out moan of his name. The bigger man collapsed against his back, panting heavily.

Then, suddenly, he was lifted roughly by the neck and flung off of the bed into a wall, and his vision blurred from the pain of the impact as he looked up at the redhead that soon stood above him, leering down at him eerily, a baseball bat in his hands.

"D-Daisuke...?" he whimpered. The baseball bat was raised and readied for a swing before it descended on the fragile creature again and again, connecting with his skull each time with a sickening crack. He fell to the floor beneath the blows, unable to even attempt to ward them away; soon his skull gave way and blood began to gush out onto the floor.

The one weilding the bat stepped back, staring down at the damage, surveying it with a strange sort of satisfaction. Then he let the bat fall away to kneel next to the broken thing and gathered him into his arms to hold him against his chest. Lovingly he began to kiss those blood-stained cheeks, then the lips that were already growing cold. Slowly he began to rock him, almost as if he were soothing him, comforting him from the pain of the gushing wounds in his head.

A soft whimper left the pale lips; dark eyes glazed over.

...Why...? was all he could think, his gaze fixed on the hazy face of the redhead above him.

And after I'd wipe away your tears...
Just close your eyes, Dear...