Fic, KH, "Broken"
Jan. 1st, 2005 10:56 amChallenge: Breaking
Title: Broken
Author: Kat aka
happyegg
Word count: 279
Rating: R-NC-17
Warnings: LEMON, NON-CON, DISTURBING. You have been warned.
Notes: I left the pairing a bit vague, but I'm hoping people can figure it out.
Dark hands ghost across pale skin, caresses making the underlying muscles ripple and tense. He can see his shirt where it was thrown to the corner, bright yellow a harsh contrast against the overwhelming black.
“What are you do-“
“Shh.” The hands are moving lower, fingers undoing buckles and buttons and pushing everything down and off. Then suddenly he’s on his stomach, though an arm around his middle stops his face from hitting the pillow.
“Stop it... I’m warning you.” The words are barely audible, whispered desperately though he knows its too late.
A chuckle, and he feels something move against him. He barely has time to inhale before his breathe is stolen, pain as something presses in catching his lungs in an iron hold. Then the invading motion stops and he can breathe again, though the oxygen rush is not enough to make him forget the pain.
A soft cry. “Sora.”
“Sora.” A pause. “The Keyblade Master is much too far away to hear you. Far away, and safe for the moment.”
Breath hitches, hope dances behind eyelids squeezed tight in agony. “Safe.”
“Yes, safe. Unlike you, who are damned beyond any hope of salvation.” He grits his teeth at the mockery he hears, though the truth in the words bites harder then the tone.
Then movement, harder this time, tearing further bloodied flesh. Screams rent empty air, callous grunts and harsh panting in their wake. The end is marked by a loud moan, the following silence broken only by half-smothered sobs.
His voice is shaking when he finds the strength to speak again. “You’ll never break me.”
A knowing smirk. “Yes, I will.”
He gives no reply.
***
*Shudders* I never write non-con, nevermind lemons. I'm sorry to anyone who was offended or squicked, but I did warn you.
Crossposted to
kh_drabble and
khyaoi
Title: Broken
Author: Kat aka
Word count: 279
Rating: R-NC-17
Warnings: LEMON, NON-CON, DISTURBING. You have been warned.
Notes: I left the pairing a bit vague, but I'm hoping people can figure it out.
Dark hands ghost across pale skin, caresses making the underlying muscles ripple and tense. He can see his shirt where it was thrown to the corner, bright yellow a harsh contrast against the overwhelming black.
“What are you do-“
“Shh.” The hands are moving lower, fingers undoing buckles and buttons and pushing everything down and off. Then suddenly he’s on his stomach, though an arm around his middle stops his face from hitting the pillow.
“Stop it... I’m warning you.” The words are barely audible, whispered desperately though he knows its too late.
A chuckle, and he feels something move against him. He barely has time to inhale before his breathe is stolen, pain as something presses in catching his lungs in an iron hold. Then the invading motion stops and he can breathe again, though the oxygen rush is not enough to make him forget the pain.
A soft cry. “Sora.”
“Sora.” A pause. “The Keyblade Master is much too far away to hear you. Far away, and safe for the moment.”
Breath hitches, hope dances behind eyelids squeezed tight in agony. “Safe.”
“Yes, safe. Unlike you, who are damned beyond any hope of salvation.” He grits his teeth at the mockery he hears, though the truth in the words bites harder then the tone.
Then movement, harder this time, tearing further bloodied flesh. Screams rent empty air, callous grunts and harsh panting in their wake. The end is marked by a loud moan, the following silence broken only by half-smothered sobs.
His voice is shaking when he finds the strength to speak again. “You’ll never break me.”
A knowing smirk. “Yes, I will.”
He gives no reply.
***
*Shudders* I never write non-con, nevermind lemons. I'm sorry to anyone who was offended or squicked, but I did warn you.
Crossposted to
no subject
Date: 2005-01-03 08:01 pm (UTC)