Oppression Of A Life Already Broken

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update! I've been really busy with work and college. It's insane and right after I posted the first chapter I had my sisters wedding to attend. I must say that it's strange that she's married now. Anyway I will update regularly now. At least once a week. Not going to say what day because I can't promise an exact day, but I will find time each and every week to update. Sometimes I might do two chapters at a time, depending on certain things like time and positive feed back. Also take note that I had to type this in to the input box for text because AFF.net doesn't like Openoffice files at all. It was terribly frustrating and I had it all formated on my document and everything! >W< Oh well *sigh*
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Now for responses to the reviews:

Ammeh: I know it seems that I overloaded on the warnings, but I haven't. You'll just have to wait and see why I have so many warnings. Thanks for the input though. I thought I over did it for a second, but I considered that I had a lot in this story to warrant them all so I kept them. It all comes later on. As for the AU that will come later as well. I won't say more than that. Thanks for the review hun!

Zelasii: I love all Finnish things as well, but I am Finnish, Polish and French with a tid bit of Irish and Scottish mixed in there somewhere so yeah. I kind of have to heheh. It's totally strange to be Finnish and be obsessed with everything that is as such. Well, anyway I moved to and I live in America now so I am deprived of my culture. I indulge a bit in my fiction with it so yeah. Thank you for the love of my story! I will update as long as I get reviews so that I know whether anyone actually cares and whatnot.

Distant Raen: Thank you for the correction. English is not my first language so I still have a few problems with it. As a double wammie to my grammar problems I am also dyslexic so yeah. I reread that chapter like a hundred times and I can't believe I missed that one. Also thank you for the support on the AU matter. To clarify that whole thing yes Taavi is in our universe and time at the beginning. I'm sorry for confusing anyone. The AU will come in later along with most of the warnings as I said before. I also like the "pointy-toothed dude" analogy you came up with. I hope you don't mind if I use it for the fic. I will credit you for it of course.
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Thanks to all for reviewing! Hugs to you three and to all my readers. Just a warning: There is a bit of smut in this chapter and a lot of bad language and violence. Hope I'm not spoiling you all too much :P
On to the story!
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Chapter one: The Cinema and Erkki


It has been nearly five years since the day Taavi died...emotionally anyway. Tomorrow is his twenty-first birthday. The anniversary of the death of so many that he loved so very much. A sad day. A day that he hates with every fiber of his cold being. He hasn't celebrated that day as his birthday since his sixteenth summer passed and for obvious reasons. It was the day of his own living death and the day his world was stolen and broken then returned as such. A day so many innocents left this planet in the most brutal of ways. A day no one speeks of and a day he still spends in the cemetery bemoaning them.

Since that day not so many years ago, Taavi has been doing anything but celebrating his birth into this cruel world. He's done the exact opposite. He's tried every tactic he could to end his own suffering, but something out there has always hated him so much as to prevent his death. Preventing his own salvation. His own rescue from a world he no longer loves. His hate is strong, but not stronger than his sorrow. Nothing can ever stomp out that feeling which engulfs him entirely.

After those that love him found it impossible to let him live on his own without the risk to himself, his aunt and uncle took it upon themselves to take care of him. He is forced to live with them and has been for the last three years. He wasn't allowd to have anything that can be used as a weapon against himself and is always watched by someone. He's only alone when he is taking a shower or sleeping, the latter of the two is very rare. Now a days he has many weapons in his arsinal because they finally trusted him with them and most of all he trusted himself again.

To Taavi the memories of that night are forever haunting and he always has the reminder of those who died. His Aunt and Uncle have one remaining child and that child so happens to be Gabes twin brother. Gabe died that night...

Even though the two siblings were exactly alike in appearance, they are nothing alike in behavior or demeanor. James (Jimi as Taavi has finally chosen to call him) is in Taavi's own words gayer than a pixie on crack and Gabe was the straightest thing to ever walk the face of the earth. Gabe was never homophobic and neither is Taavi considering he prefers men to women any given day. The brothers were the same in every aspect aside from their sexual preferences and a few minor tendencies and for the longest time it irked Taavi to even hear Jimi talk let alone see him. After living in the same house as him for three years Taavi got used to it and grew to love Jimi as he should. He sees Jimi as his best friend now and one of only two friends he decided to keep after the massacre happened.

Most of his friends died that day and he refused to put the ones that remained unharmed in any kind of danger because taavi knows HE would be back for him. Taavi pushed them out of his life to keep them safe. Taavi is sure that he would be able to keep the two he had now safe at all costs without having to worry about the dozens he had then. Now he is expecting Him to return for him soon and he dreads it. He has just managed to pull his life into some semblance of happiness and just knows He would ruin it all. Taavi isn't sure if He intends to end his life or take him and use him to for His own devises. Taavi never found out His name and he doubts that he ever will unless told by the man himself. Taavi dreads tomorrow for it is the day of the anniversary of the massacre and he is fairly certain that of any days He can possibly choose from will be His return. Taavi would rather die before being taken as a slave.

Over the half decade since the massacre, Taavi has trained in multiple martial arts and learned how to wield swords, daggars, shivs, rods, guns, riffles and many other weapons to the extent that his expertise is equal to that of a high caliber assasin. His Aunt and Uncle support Taavi in his training because they believe it helped to tame the hatred he felt and gives him something else to think about. The training is not something that tamed Taavi's violent emotions; It honed them and kept them in check, making him a lethal force to be reconned with. It gives him an outlet and helps to perfect his natural skills. With the years of training and age, Taavi's body is no longer skinny and underdeveloped as it was when he was younger. He is now a lean, strong man that towers over everyone at six foot five. He has plenty of muscle mass, but it isn't the bulky kind that tends to slow people down and get in the way, it's lean and chiseled. Deadly even. In all reality Taavi looks like what many authors describe in their fantastical smut novels, only so much better and more intimidating. His chocolaty brown hair is still kept at the same length as it was before that horrid day, only now it has sun induced lighter brown high lights in it from all the time he spends outside when he trains. His round, pert little buttocks are still there in tangible reach although they have been toned from his work. His pale skin is now tanned and still as soft as ever. He is any mans or womans desire of perfection and yet he pays little attention to that fact per se when he is trying to seduce someone into letting him bed them. He never fails.

Other than his training, his job keeps him at his fitness peak because he is an officer of the law and enjoys it very much because he can apprehend those that put others and themselves in danger. He is still obsessed with music though, so on weekends he likes to perform at open mic-nights in his favorite nightclubs and he has many fans. He appreciates all of them, but never befriends them beyond acquaintances.

At the moment Taavi has actually just woken up from a nap, a long day of work having exhausted him to the point of needing one. The voice that awoke him up in the first place calls out again.

“Taavi!” The loud, deep but slightly flamboyant voice echos through the two story house. Most likely for the fifth or sixth time.

'Oh great. What does he want now?' Taavi thinks to himself before yelling aloud in reply, “What Jimi?!”

As is expected Jimi strolls into Taavi's room uninvited, although it no longer bothers the brunette.

“Want to come to the cinema with Amy and me?” Jimi asks as excited as ever.

“No, not really, but I will anyway.” Taavi answers with a yawn as he sits up and stretches, the sheets gathering at his slim waist. He scratches his head and throws his naked, hairless legs over the edge of the bed, the sheets still covering him somewhat. Taavi has never been very modest and for some reason has hardly any body hair. His father was the same way.

“Gee I feel loved.” Jimi retorts in a playfully sarcastic manner. Jimi has always had sarcasm as an atribute. It helped him get through all the teasings and beatings he was subjugated to in high school after he came out of the closet. Jimi stands at six foot one, has shoulder length dirty blond hair that seemed to do whatever Jimi willed it to, crystalline pale blue eyes, a long but slightly rounded face with perfect features, fuller lips than most men should have, a body most everyone would die for or to have more than a little fun with and an extremely bubbly attitude. Jimi rarely lets anything get to him very much, but has a frightening temper that can flare in a heartbeat if provoked or if the ones he cares for are in trouble of any kind. Taavi adores Jimi like an older brother he actually never had. Jimi is twenty-three and proud of it.

“You are. So what are we seeing and when?” Taavi asks while taking in Jimis attire now. Jimi is wearing a tight pair of dark wash blue jeans that accentuate his lovely long legs and rump as well, a form fitting black shirt with a sparkly gothic cross on the front and a pair of scuffed up black converse.

“Hellboy Two at five.” Jimi replied with a small smirk. Taavi knows that smirk. It is a smirk that Jimi uses when he does spir of the moment things. Taavi looked at his alarm clock and growled a bit. It read: 4:15 P.M. He knows it takes half an hour to get to the theatre and even more time to get everyone going, so he has a very limited time to get ready.

“Shit, Jimi! I only have fifteen minutes to get ready! Why do you have to do shit on spir of the moment?!” Taavi hollers with dismay as he gets up, naked as the day he was born and starts looking through the drawers of his dresser for something to wear.

“It doesn't take you long to look gorgeous. I'll pick out your outfit while you shower and do your girlie shit.” Jimi offers and pokes Taavi in the side causing him to squeak, seemingly not bothered by the younger mans nudity. Having grown used to it for sometime now.

“Thanks and don't poke me.” Taavi growls, feigning annoyance and heads for his ensuite bathroom.

“Don't mention it.” Jimi remarks and kicks the younger man in the ass lightly before he can make it out of targeting range.

“Asshole!” Taavi hollers back playfully before slamming the bathroom door behind himself. He sighs heavily and sets about to his normal hygiene routine with an excruciatingly hot shower, brushing his teeth, taking a leak and shaving. He basks in the heat of the steam left behind from his shower while he brushes out his waist length, dark locks. Deciding to leave his hair down for this occasion and applying some eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow around his beautiful green eyes, making the gold, brown and blue flecks stand out a bit with the smoky effect. He puts on some lip balm as a finishing touch then makes sure that the towel is secure around his slender waist and leaves the bathroom.

Taavi looks around his room to find Jimi holding and looking at a pair of his combat boots. Taavi's most expensive pair to be exact. That doesn't bother the young man though. He trusts Jimi and knows he's careful with everything that he touches. The brunette then turns his gaze to his bed to see what exactly his cousin set out for him. The clothes consist of: form fitting, low rise dark blue almost black boot cut jeans, a black tank top with the image of a RoHS Compliant Electric Gibson SG guitar on the front, a pair of black boxer-briefs, socks, two black leather studded bracelets and a matching chocker (a necklace). Without so much as a second thought, Taavi walks over to his bed and drops his towel before pulling on the boxers and dressing. When Taavi finally snaps the chocker on, Jimi comes over to him with the pair of boots he was looking at a moment ago and hands them to his cousin with a big, goofy smile on his face.

“You look dressed to kill.” Jimi comments while Taavi pulls on the boots and laces them up, most definitely proud of his selection of clothes for the younger, brunette man. Taavi really did look good, sexy more like it, but Jimi would get strangled if he ever said that to his face.

“You better not be trying to hook me up with someone again.” Taavi warns with annoyance while he pulls down his jeans to cover his boots.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Jimi asks with an innocent smile that was all too fake for Taavi's liking. The mischief was still there.

“Just don't Jimi. I've had enough with trying to date. I just end up sleeping with them and throwing them out the next morning. I'm just not the dating type.” Taavi retorts while he stands up straight, wanting to leave and not in any kind of mood wanting to discuss his love life any further. Jimi had other plans.

“Sure you are, Taavi. You just haven't found the right one to commit more than a single night of bliss to.” Jimi says with a smile. Taavi is notorious for one night stands and has them frequently although he is picky about who he sleeps with. He breaks countless scores of hearts even though he lets them know full well what they are jumping into before hand.

“I'm fine with just satisfying my hunger and moving on. I don't like commitment. It's too painful and takes too much work. So, do whoever you have set me up with a huge favor and tell them that I'm not interesting anything other than sex.” Taavi states coldly while he saunters over to his dresser and applies some deodorant and good smelling cologne. To him it's the truth and he tells it like it is. Taavi never sugar coats anything especially the truth. The only time he ever lies is to keep a secret and those secrets are usually surprises for someone.

“Fine. We're meeting him at the theatre. Lets go.” The blond man sighs in defeat and leaves the room. Taavi follows him, closing his bedroom door behind them and follows Jimi down stairs to greet the awaiting Amy.

She looks gorgeous as usual, dressed in a tight pair of skinny jeans and a floral print tank top. Her flamy red, shoulder length hair is up in pigtails that make her look sweet and innocent, which is far from the truth. Her makeup is done to match the pink hues of her shirt and with just the right amount so that you could barely tell she is even wearing any per se her eyeliner which was applied a little heavier than usual. She is far from the sweetie pie she appears to be to most people. She's most definitely cute, but is also a tough woman and short tempered to boot. She was Taavi's first to bed and also his first girlfriend. She gave him one of her most precious gifts and he did the same. Taavi had no idea what he was doing and neither did she though she had a better concept. Their first bout of sex actually was pretty good and satisfying despite the fact that it didn't last long, as is common with virgins. Even though they had a very good relationship and an even better time in bed, Amy had a thing for another man and so did Taavi. Another man that is. The two shared now hard feelings or bitterness when they broke up which is a rare thing to come across seeing as humans have very bitter emotions when it comes to such relations. Amy is his second friend and the two of them have had multiple flings with each other over the three years that they have been broken up and are nothing more than flings to slake their momentary lusts for the others body. Neither of them like commitment and so they truly understand each other in that area amongst others.

“You look great, Taavi.” Amy compliments with a smile as the two young men approached her awaiting, petite form in the foyer. Taavi and Amy exchange friendly pecks on the cheeks as they embrace for a warm hug.

“Thanks toots, so do you.” Taavi returns the compliment while Amy hugs Jimi in greeting.

“Aw thanks. Are you two ready?” The young woman asks the two relatives.

“Yep.” They answer in unison. It happens quite frequently. At times it gave Amy goose bumps.

With that the trio leave the house and get into Jimi's expensive sports car. Taavi stares out the back window the whole time, watching the sunset, mesmerized by the beautifully bright hues of red, purple, yellow, orange and pink. He has always loved sunsets even after the massacre. Nothing could change that. It's one of the few things that he still enjoys and would rather die than let anyone take that pleasure away from him.

Taavi listened to Amy and Jimi bickering up front about where they all should sit when they arrived at the cinema and bickered the whole time while they pulled into the parking lot. Once they parked and locked up the car they set forth into the large building made for cinematic viewings. Amy and Taavi decied to purchace the tickets while Jimi began his search for the poor soul that he set up on a blind date with his reluctant and tense cousin. The two left him behind to get the snacks and Taavi started crossing his fingers in hopes that Jimi wouldn't find his supposed date. After Taavi had payed for snacks for the three of them, Jimi comes running up to them with Taavi's date being dragged mercilessly behind him.

In Taavi's opinion the guy is cute, but not hot and most definitely not his type, but Taavi lets it slide because he's hoping that he can at least get a good fuck or two out of it. The young man that is supposed to be his date has short, spiky, bleach blond hair, a handsome face and sparkling green eyes. His six foot, skinny frame is adorned in a pair of factory ripped, bleached jeans and a pale blue polo shirt with the collar flipped up. It all looks ridiculous in Taavi's opinion and the guy is most definitely not his type at all now that he has gotten a good look at him. He could deal with it if he got “something” out of the whole situation. The man makes a displeased face while he takes in Taavi's appearance as well. It would be fair to say that he isn't this guys type either, but the twenty year old doesn't really care.

“Taavi, this is Erkki. Erkki this is my cousin Taavi, your date.” Jimi introduces, breaking the tense silence between the two men.

Taavi boldly extends his large hand to Erkki for a handshake and puts on a sincere smile, “Nice to meet you.” He says, sounding as sincere as his smile appears. Anyone who knew him would know that it is totally fake, but poor Erkki has no clue and believes the false sincerity that Taavi offers him. Taavi has to look down at Erkki seeing as how he has five or so inches of height on him.

“Same here.” Erkki replies, shaking Taavi's larger hand and wearing a completely fake grin.

'This should be oodles of fun.' Taavi thinks sarcastically to himself, never letting his convincing smile fade after letting go of Erkki's hand.

“Did you want anything from the concession stand?” Taavi asks him kindly.

“No, thank you. I think I'm good for now.” Erkki replies after looking over the menues that are tacked up over the stand. He almost seems repulsed but what was there.

Taavi simply shrugs, not put off by the reaction for he expected it and leads the way to the proper theatre room. Erkki tags along at his left keeping some distance between them while Amy and Jimi walk behind the pair. Taavi can't keep a true smile off his lips as he reaches for Erkki's hand and intertwines their fingers together, Taavi's fingers larger and longer than his. The look of surprise and embarrassment on the others face is just too priceless. Even though after Erkki's shock wears off he doesn't pull his hand away and actually relaxes into Taavi's touch. Taavi knows that if he keeps up what he's doing that he will get what he wants before the nights over. He lead the way to the nose bleed seats in the cinema and takes a seat. Erkki sits beside him to the left, Jimi and Amy sitting to his right. The theatre are surprisingly empty for this time of the day. There are lots of other people, but Taavi thought that since this movie just barely came out that more people would be there.

Taavi sips his drink while he watches the previews and feels eyes on him so he turns his head to find Erkki just staring at him like there's no tomorrow.

“See something you like?” Taavi asks suavely. In response to being caught staring, Erkki's eyes get quite large and he blushes with embarrassment before quickly turning away toward the movie screen, “Im just kidding, Erkki.” Taavi adds with an amused chuckle.

“Oh..” He responds softly, still staring at the screen.

“Want some water?” Taavi offers, not being one for soda and wants to give Erkki something to break the tension that is quickly reforming between them. He turns to look at him, but Taavi can't tell exactly what he's thinking because it's too dark.

“Yeah, thanks.” Erkki finally says. Taavi then hands him his bottle of water and he takes a sip. Taavi watches with a smirk as Erkki wraps his moist, plump, pink lips around the opening and takes a large swig then another.

“Must have been thirsty.” Taavi comments as a half full bottle is handed back to him.

“Sorry.” Erkki says softly and blushes then looks at Taavi again, “Can I tell you something honestly without being laughed at?” He then asks very seriously.

“Yeah sure.” Taavi answers, vaguely intrigued with what he might have to say, but pretends to be very interested.

"When I first saw you, my mouth went dry and my heart nearly stopped. I'm not normally attracted to guys like you, but you're...well, you're fucking hot." He confesses, nervously playing with his hands. His nervousness only grows as he waits for Taavi to say something. Anything. Erkki nearly jumps out of his seat when Taavi's deep, rich voice finally does come back.

"Same goes for you. You're not normally my type either, but I can make an exception because you're awfully cute." Taavi finally says, “I can make an exception, but not the long term relationship kind. I don't do well with relationships, but I'm marvelous for a couple of dates and a fuck or two or three. Usually depending how well a person can satisfy me and if they don't grow attached. I don't draw any pleasure from breaking hearts, Erkki.” He says seriously, telling the young man the truth and letting him know what he might be getting himself into before hand. Erkki stares at him for a moment, taking in what was just said before saying anything.

“I understand that, Taavi and I appreciate your honesty. I'm not looking for any kind of commitment either. So...do you want to sneak out and head to my place for a fuck or two or three?” Erkki asks seductively, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“How can I resist that kind of offer?” Taavi asks before leaning over and capturing Erkki's tempting lips in a brief but passionate kiss before turning to Amy and explaining to her that he will be leaving with Erkki and will be home at an ungodly hour. He kisses her on the cheek and takes Erkki's hand and leads him out of the theatre.

On the way to Erkki's car, the two can't keep their hands or lips off each other and even during the car ride Taavi continues to torment Erkki with a taste of what he'll get behind closed doors. With his head bent down between Erkki's legs, Taavi unzips his pants and pulls out the already throbbing member hidden there and wraps his lips around the head, tasting the salty droplets of semen already built up around the slit. He lavs his pierced tongue over it and teases it with the tiny metal ball bearing. The loud moaning from the owner of said cock lets Taavi know that he is doing a might fine job so far. Erkki is obviously having a hard time driving with this kind of attention, so Taavi lets go and puts Erkki's penis back.

“I'll give you more if you hurry up.” He tells the eager young man. Erkki doesn't have to be told twice so he puts the pettel to the metal and hauls ass toward his small flat.

They get there in no time and are soon slamming the front door shut. Erkki locks it then latches on to Taavi, crushing their lips together in a smoldering and lustful kiss. Taavi moans and wraps his arms around Erkki's skinny waist, pushing his tongue into Erkki's, hot, wet mouth. Their tongues swim together, fighting for dominance, a fight in which Taavi wins quickly. Their hands grope aimlessly at each others heated bodies. Taavi growing tired of the foreplay, grinds his hips into Erkki's, making the other aware of his desire and impatients. Erkki moans and starts guiding Taavi backwards toward his room, opening the door blindly. Taavi pushes Erkki towards the bed, pulling one another's shirts off before climbing onto the bed. Their other clothes come flying off next. Taavi straddles Erkki's thighs as he pants with excitement and takes in the naked body before him with lust glazed eyes. He was wrong. Erkki isn't skinny, his entire pale body is toned with lean muscle. Not an ounce of body fat is anywhere to be seen.

Erkki own lusty eyes take in Taavi's body above him and he moans with approval, “The lube's in the nightstand.” He informs him, obviously done with foreplay as well.

Taavi smirks and reaches over, retrieving the lube and a condom from the drawer of Erkki's nightstand. He quickly rips open the wrapper and rolls on the rubber, coating his massive dick with lube and slicking his fingers. He then lifts himself off of Erkki and uses his knees to spread his momentary partners powerful legs, setteling himself there. Taavi groans lowly at the sight of Erkki's tight little pink pucker and slicks the ring of muscle with lube before sliding his forefinger in slowly. Erkki grunts and winces slightly with some pain at the intrusion of the digit, so Taavi, having noticed this, leans forward and takes one of Erkki's dusky pink nubs into his mouth and sucks on it, laving it with his warm, wet tongue. He successfully distracts Erkki while he is prepared for a nine inch, erect penis. Taavi starts to thrust his finger gently in and out of Erkkis tight velvety canal, soon inserting a second finger and scissoring them while leaving gentle bite marks and trails of saliva all over Erkki's chest. Taavi moves on to suckle on Erkki's neck, nipping and licking his pulse while he inserts a third and final finger, thrusting them carefully. Erkki's whimpers and moans only surve to spir Taavi on. The young man below him starts to keen and move his hips against each thrust, clenching Taavi's fingers. The pleas that follow encourage him even more, so he withdraws his fingers, hearing a wanton moan to be filled again from Erkki.

Taavi slings his partners legs over his shoulders, lifts Erkki's hips and positions himself at the welcoming entrance.

“Ready?” He asks huskily while looking down into Erkki's eyes. All he receives is an eager nod and a low wanton moan in response. That's all he needs. He plunges himself into the hot body below him, moaning loudly as he's wrapped in such satisfying heat and tightness, “Fucking hell...you're so damn tight.” He grunts and waits for a moment for Erkki to adjust to his girth. They pant and just stare at each other for a few moments before Erkki moans soft and presses his hips up, making Taavi go deeper to the hilt. Taavi grunts and smirks, pulling out until just his tip is left embedding into his partner then slids back in smoothly and slowly with a shallow stroke, teasing Erkki. He wants to hear him beg for more and after a few more of these teasing thrust he gets what he wants.

“Fuck..please...Taavi please” Erkki begs through pants and groans.

“Please what, Erkki?” Taavi teases with a knowing smirk, but won't comply until asked in the words that he wants to hear. He wants to hear wanton words, pleas, begging, moaning, crying. He wants Erkki to be his whore and act as one. He purposely changes angle and hits Erkki's prostate ever so lightly with each shallow thrust, making him see stars as pleasure shoots through his sweaty, needy body.

“Please....ah!...H-Hard! Ah! Fuck me...fa-faster...Ah!..Deeper! PLEASE TAAVI!” Erkki finally manages to moan and stammer out exactly the way that Taavi wants him to and he's more than happy to oblige. His growls and grips Erkki's hips hard enough to leave bruises and slams into him, each thrust harder and faster and deeper than the last, his cock striking the sensitive bundle of nerves each time. The rewards for each strike and movement are screams and moans of pleasure and the reflexive tightening of the walls surround his sheathed cock. Their moans and screams of pleasure are joined with the slapping of flesh against flesh and the dangerous creaking of the bed below them, threatening to give out on them as they fuck like wild animals in abandon.

Sweat starts to drip down over Taavi's forehead, chest, and back causing his rippling, lean muscles to glisten and his hair to stick to the sides of his handsome face, broad shoulders and back. He truly appears to be a god as he grows closer and closer to his peak. He groans and grips Erkki's cock with one large hand, pumping the hot, throbbing swollen length, driving him towards the edge as well. He drives the man below him in pleasure, wanting to savor the bliss of release together. They scream out as one when their orgasms wash over them with immense strength in waves of tingling and blinding sensation. Taavi fills the condom up with his massive load, his body tinglingly with indescribable feeling. Erkki coats his hand and his own stomach with his milky seed, trembling with completion. Erkki tightens around him like a warm vice, squeezing the last drops of sperm out of Taavi, his back arched off the bed as he screams silently. They both lazily ride out the last waves before Taavi pulls out and collapses beside Erkki, arms wrapped around each others sweating torsos. Moments pass between them while they regained themselves and could breathe properly. Taavi unwrapped his arms and slid off the condom, twisting then tying it closed and tossing it into the waste receptacle beside the bed. He lay back next to Erkki, laving at the seed coating his fingers, groaning at the salty yet sweet taste.

“Fuck. I think that was the best fucking I've had in ages.” Erkki finally comments and shivers while Taavi licks the remainder of his semen off of his toned belly.

“I agree. We'll have to do this again sometime. I rather enjoyed it.” Taavi says as he props himself on his elbow to look down at his most recent partner, “How about next week? I'll come over at the same time. Is that ok with you?”

“Are you kidding me?” Was the answer, at Taavi's raised eyebrow, Erkki quickly added, “You didn't even have to ask. You better be over here next week. I can't take a pounding like that every day. I probably won't be able to walk properly until next week. You're a fucking beast, Taavi.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” Taavi says with a smirk.

“You fucking better have.”

“Well, I ought to be going home. I have things to do tomorrow.” Taavi says as he gets up and starts to done his clothes.

“You're not staying the night?” Erkki asks a bit surprised.

“No. Why would I?” Taavi asks a bit coldly. He should have known Erkki was going to be clingy.

“I wanted a quick fuck before going to work, dumbass.” Erkki retorts and pouts. Taavi sighs in relief. Just a fuck is all the other wanted.

“Not this time, Erkki. Maybe next week.” Taavi says before pulling on his shirt.

“Meh, ok. I can live with that, but come next week and I get to top.” He says as he fumbles with the sheets and pulls them up to his waist.

“We'll see if I'm in the mood to bottom. You have to seduce me for that to happen.” Taavi tells Erkki while he saunters over to the bed and leans over to kiss Erkki goodbye.

“Don't worry, I'm gonna get a piece of your ass even if it kills me.” Erkki retorts and snags another kiss from Taavi before he can pull away, “You gonna call for a taxi or do you want me to?”

“I'll do it. Mind if I get something to eat and drink while I wait?” Taavi asks, noticing Erkki's eyes drooping a little.

“Nah, go ahead. See you next week, sexy.” Erkki says through a yawn before rolling over onto his side to get some much needed sleep.

“Yes you will.” Taavi says before leaving the room and wandering to the small kitchen. Erkki's apartment is a decent size and decorated nicely and is pretty clean. Taavi wondered if he was a designer, considering the way things were set up and the different themes for each room. He shrugs and grabs a quick bite and some water before calling a cab and giving them the address. After a few minutes he left the apartment, making sure the door was locked behind him. Although Erkki is just another good fuck to him, he didn't want any harm to come to him.

The taxi soon arrives and Taavi gives the middle aged driver the address to his Aunt and Uncles house. They didn't live there anymore, but it is still their house. They gave it to Jimi and Taavi when they bought a new home. They are fairly wealthy people, seeing as both of them were presidents of different companies. His aunt ran a fashion corporation and his uncle owned a string of department stores. The house that the couple left to their now only son and nephew is completely payed off so only the basic bills need to be payed for. Taavi and Jimi easily take care of that on their own. Jimi works as a male model and Taavi has his salary from his detective work as well as his inheritance from his parents wills. The inheritance is actually a staggering amount; more than he thought he would ever be able to spend in his lifetime. That was another sign of his parents love for him. They wanted him to live more than comfortably if anything ever happened to them. Unfortunately it did. Taavi rarely ever uses that money and he hopes he never has to. Just thinking about it depresses him terribly.

Upon arriving home, he shakes these thoughts away and pays the taxi driver before getting out and walking up the driveway. He opens the front door and walks in, sighing as he does. He closes the door and takes off his boots. Standing up again he caught the smell of dinner being cooked and sauntered to the kitchen to find Jimi and Amy cooking and laughing their asses off.

“What's so funny?”Taavi asks with amusement as he leans against the doorway. The two look at him and smile.

“Just one of Jimi's photo shoots,” Amy informs him, “Did we have fun my little slut?” She asks with a smirk. Only Amy could get away with calling Taavi that because at times he was hers and because she was one of his closest friends.

“Yeah. Fucked like animals and I thought his bed was going to brake. I'm going back over to his place next week for another rutt or two. Thanks for hooking us up, Jimi.” Taavi says, not shy about giving info on his latest conquest.

Jimi gives his younger cousin a “I fucking told you so” look before saying anything, “He was that good huh? I thought he wasn't your type, Taavi.” He teases with a wink.

“He's not, but damn he's good in bed. Anyway, I'm fucking tired and I already ate so I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Good night guys.” Taavi says before leaving the kitchen.

“Good night, Taavi!” They call after him.

Taavi smiles to himself as he makes his way up to his room and peels off his clothes again before taking another painfully hot shower to rid himself of the stench of great sex. He sighs as the hot bullets of water beat down on him. He makes sure to get every nook and cranny clean with plenty of soap and that his long hair is thoroughly shampooed and conditioned before rinsing off. He turns off the shower and dries his body before towel drying his hair until it isn't dripping all over the place. He hangs up the towel to dry and brushes his hair and teeth before leaving the bathroom.

“Finally.” He mumbles while be flops down onto his cools sheets, intent on getting some well eared rest. He pulls the sheets over himself and turns onto his stomach, being careful not to hurt his genitals. He sighs contently as he rests his head against the cool pillow and starts to drift off into slumber.

Just as he was about to drop off into “dreamland” as he likes to call it, he can't help but startle awake. A strange and frightening feeling starts to overcome his entire countenance. He feels like he is being watched, as cliché as that sounds, it's true. That's the only way he can describe the feeling. Like eyes are locked on him from somewhere in the dark shadows of his room, someplace his weak eyes can not see. The feeling passes as soon as it came and Taavi chalks it up to being paranoid and sleep deprived. He should have listened to his senses.

When he is about to fall back to sleep once more, he barely hears his name whispered softly. Again, as cliché and creepy as it is, he tries to ignore it, but a few mintutes later his name is called out again, only a bit louder this time.

“Taavi...”

Taavi, having had enough of this, grumbles and turns over, trying to get back to sleep again.

“Taavi...” Came the whisper again for the third time, only this one was closer. In fact this time it is right next to his ear. He can feel the cold breath wisp over his ear and neck, sending chills down his spine and he can smell the strong scent of orchids and lilacs. It fills his nostrils and in an instant he remembers that scent. He knows exactly who it belongs to. Taavi bolts upright in his bed and stares at Him. He is standing right next to Taavi's bed and bent over it slightly, smirking so maliciously at Taavi that the young man can see his fangs.

“Aw your awake, dear Taavi.” He comments on the obvious in an amused tone, His deep voice calm and level just as it was the last time Taavi heard it. It sent chills up the young mans spine and filled him with a fiery hatred.

“What do you want?” Taavi growls, backing up as far as he can on the bed as he can without falling off. His guard up as he watches Him sit on the edge of his bed.

“Isn't that painfully obvious? I came back to finish my work.” He states while staring into Taavi's eyes. His emotionless crystalline eyes roam down the young mans naked torso, taking it in and stopping at the thin sheet that has fallen around Taavi's waist. Taavi is ever grateful that it's there because he sleeps in the nude. The last thing he wants is for this fucking perverted murderer to be able to see him naked. Said bastard licks his lips lustfully before He returns His gaze to Taavi's angry and cold jade hued, blue, gold and brown flecked eyes, “My, my you have grown splendidly, Taavi.” He comments with a perverted smirk.

“You wish, you sick bastard.” The irate young man snaps back in disgust.

“So much furiousness. Just as I expected.” He comments and reaches out to touch him, but Taavi quickly slaps his hand away. He lets out a displeased growl. His emotionally devoid, cold eyes turning an inky black in an instant, anger filling them.

“Just kill me now and get it over with.” Taavi growls, trying to mask his escalating fear. The young man moves his hair to one side, revealing his fleshy, tender, vulnerable neck to Him. His expression quickly changes from anger to one of shock then to amusement. He laughs at Taavi for a moment, something he wasn't expecting at all.

“You think I want to kill you, Taavi? Oh, how very naive you are,” He chuckles in amusement. The twenty year old feels his cheeks redden with embarrassment and realization hits him too late, “I want you as a pet. A slave so to speak. I'm taking you home with me.”

“I...I...No!” Taavi shouts after getting over the initial shock. Taavi thought He wanted him to suffer and would kill him when He thought the time was convenient for Him. This is so much worse, “You have no right! Why not kill me?! I'm not important! You can't do this to me!”

“Oh, but you are, Taavi. I find you to be a rather unique human. I like that. I wanted you to grow up and suffer in the process so that you could grow to be strong so that I could break you all over again. I. Can. Do. As. I. Please,” He growls his last few words pointedly while he gets closer to his frightened young prey, crawling across the bed towards Taavi. Taavi is frozen in his spot much like he was the night he first met Him. The night of the horrid massacre. Taavi knows now that He's doing it again. That He's using telekinesis on him. Now the pointy-toothed bastard (Distant Raen's words not mine, well, except bastard) was within inches of his face, His sweet smelling breath washing over the shaking mans features and invading his senses, “I killed your family didn't I? I think that little atrocity was enough to destroy your life once. Think about what else I could do if I actually put a real effort into it, Taavi. I believe that I have proved my power well enough to you. I can and will prove it in other ways as well.” He murmurs huskily, mere centimeters from Taavi's trembling lips.

“No, it just proves that you're a worthless monster who has nothing better to do than to destroy a sixteen year old boys life then come back for a piece of ass that has been well used by countless others. Others that actually can get me hard and keep me that way through a mutual romp.” Taavi hisses with hatred and disgust before spitting in His face, square between the eyes.

The perverted beast growls and wipes the spit off, “You're trying my patients, Taavi. I believe we have played games for long enough.” He states in an eerily calm voice. He looks into Taavi's angry eyes for a moment before lunging at him, moving faster than the startled man can even register. He pins Taavi to the bed and sinks his fangs into the unwillingly exposed tender neck. Taavi lets out an earsplitting scream of pain, but His large, cold hand cuts him off half way as He clamps it to the open, trembling mouth. Silencing the victim affectively. He starts to drink Taavi's life down and the young man feels like his whole body has irrupted into all consuming flames as pain rips through his thrashing body. Taavi whimpers and tries to break free of His hold, tears spilling out of his widened eyes. He simply growls at Taavi's efforts to save himself and presses his entire body onto onto the weakening one below him. The assailant feels so heavy now. Taavi begins to feel so cold as his life force leaves him to be absorbed but the moster above him. He listens to the slurping sounds and feels his eyes roll back in his eye sockets and his world goes black. The pain goes away and he's left feeling nothing at all. He feels almost weightless, like nothing can touch him.

'Have I finally died?' Taavi's mind bounces that question about his cranium with such hope that he truly believes that the moster taking his life would actually give him that kind of mercy. Oh, how wrong the beautiful and broken Taavi is for such a desperate hope....
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A/N: Uh oh! What is going to happen to our little Taavi next? I know what will happen, but you, my wonderful readers, must rate and review in order to get me to tell you in the next chapter. Wonderful reviews tell me that you still want to read the junk I post. Again that it took so long to update! I'll do my best to keep my promise! Thanks to those who reviewed the prologue. I hope that I haven't lost any of you because of the long wait. Helpful reviews are welcome from new readers, but if you flame me horribly (as in say hateful things about me and/or my story) I will ignore you and delete your review so that no one else has to see the crap you said. If you don't like it, don't read it ever again. It's as simple as that. Don't be a jerk then keep reading it. That's just stupid in my opinion, but whatever. Loves to my happy and helpful readers! <3 Review and I'll update faster!