The Rape of Innocence

Korin watched him as he slept, taking in the slow rise and fall of his chest. Two hours have passed since the man fell asleep, the drugs crushed into his food earlier quickly taking effect. This is not the first night that Korin has poisoned his food. It\'s become a nightly routine, crushing the pills into his food with a practiced ease. He even serves the food to him, a large smile on his face as he watches Michas eat, wondering all the while whether or not the man truly knows.

Rising from the bed, he pulls his robe tighter about him, cinching the belt tighter around his narrow waist. Four years have passed since that day, leaving the home of his master only to become slave to another. He no longer resembles the young, frail boy he was while living in the home of his master Kaizer. He looks more like a man now, thanks to Michas\'s constant supply of meals. Every day he would accuse the man of fattening him up, so that he would no longer resemble the frail youth that Michas fell in love with. As if erasing his former image would make him any different from the slave boy who had played whore to so many people.

Does Michas really think that if he changes his figure, that it will erase the sin of wanting him? It makes Korin smirk while thinking about it, and also makes him feel nauseous at the same time. It is the same thing all over again. Once again he is being changed to suit someone else’s taste and preferences. Kaizer wanted a beautiful boy that he could control. Michas wants a handsome man that he can pretend he has saved from a fate worse than death.

The only thing that remains is his long blue hair. It was the first order that Michas had given him, that no one must ever cut his hair. It reached down to his ankles now, only kept out of the way by ribbons of silk. Each one little presents given to him by Michas, who had never had a problem lavishing him with pretty little trinkets and gifts. At the very least, it complimented his lean muscular frame nicely, and so he never gave a second thought about it.

That will all change soon though, he thinks to himself, picking up a pair of scissors from the man\'s vanity desk. It is both foolish, and rare, of Michas to have something like this just lying around. Every since Korin had come to live here, Michas had removed all the sharp objects, after discovering the boy trying to slit his own wrist. Michas had feared that Korin would kill himself. Which for the first five months were true. No matter what the object had been, if it was left lying around and sharp, Korin would use it to inflict some kind of torture on his body. The scars on his thighs and arms still remained, all self-inflicted during Korin\'s bouts of self-rage.

Twirling the scissors in his hand, Korin grinned. He would be the first person to admit the sad little truth. Back then, after discovering his master\'s betrayal, he had been heartbroken. All those years of doing his master\'s bidding. The days spent giving in to each and every one of the man\'s sick little wants and needs. It made him sick, and filled with rage. He was angry with himself for being so weak, and angry with his master for being so quick to throw him away.

And all for what? For some simpering little idiot who did not know what he wanted, and was so obsessed with being a self-proclaimed martyr that he felt guilt and shame for every little thing he did. It made him sick; each night Michas would leave the house, knowing that Michas went straight into his master-- no, former master\'s arms. Only to return hours later, speaking to no one as he hastened his steps to his room. Korin would watch as the man would scrub himself raw, babbling prayers and apologies to some god who for all they knew had turned a deaf ear to the man\'s prayers years ago.

Setting the scissors down on the vanity table, he stared at himself in the mirror. He had tried to love him. And when that had not been enough, he had tried to pretend; in the same way he had pretended for his master. It seemed that no matter what, Michas only inspired hate and anger in him. It was not Micas fault. No, he would never blame Michas. It was his own fault, for not knowing how to accept someone\'s love. Maybe if things had been different, but sadly, they weren\'t. And now that he had the strength to, he would have to deal with things.

Tonight, the years of enduring and pretending, all of that would end.

Picking up the scissors, he began to take a hold of the thick strands of hair, beginning to cut. It did not matter to him whether or not it was even, shaking his head wildly once the heavy weight was lifted. He felt as if heavy shackles had just been taken off of him, grinning wildly as he looked at himself in the mirror, running his fingers through the shortened locks. The blue strands of hair stood out on the pristine white carpet. It seemed so strange and out of place that it made Korin laugh, feeling giddy as he once again shook his hair.

\" Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived amongst the butterflies. Lying sick and dying in his bed, he dreamed of impossible, little things\" he sang softly, swaying slightly as he turned to look back at the bed.

xxxx

Michas jerked awake, gasping softly as he sat up in the bed. The shackles of the dream still clung to him, threatening to drag him back into the nightmarish hell he had just awoken from. His palms were clammy, having broken into a cold sweat as he looked wildly about the room. This was not the first time he had awaken from a nightmare, it seems that every since Korin had come to live with him, his dreams had been filled with nothing but nightmares. Each night he was shown glimpses of the hell that awaited him, now knowing the full price of his sins.

He knew he should pray. About to rise from the bed when he noticed that the spot next to him was empty. Once again he was filled with a chilling fear, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach beginning to return. He was once again reminded of that night, so many months ago, when he had awoken to find that very spot empty.

\" Korin? Korin are you here?\" Michas asked, the funny feeling in the pit of his stomach only growing stronger.

There was a low chuckle coming from the darkness of the room. That\'s when Michas heard it, the sound of something slowly dripping, from the dresser to the carpet. His eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness, seeing the overturned vase. Standing next to the growing stain in the carpet was the outline of a man. Korin.

\" There\'s no need to call for me Michas. I have not gone anywhere. What is wrong, did you dream again? We can pray together if you like\" the boy-turned-man asked, nearing the bed.

Michas could not make out the object in Korin\'s hand, his eyes widening some as he saw it glitter in the moonlight. When he moved to rise from the bed, he was only pushed down, Korin\'s weight settling on his hips. The scissors was pressed against his neck, a wordless warning that he should do as he was told. It still did not stop the temptation of wanting to try and buck the other man off, but Michas was no fool, despite what his mind whispered to him.

\" Korin, what do you think you\'re doing?\" Michas asked, swallowing dryly, breaking out into a cold sweat as he stared up into the slightly crazed eyes of his lover.

Korin only smiled, shaking his head softly. \" Shhh, do not speak Michas. Not tonight. Say your prayers instead. I want to hear them.\"

Korin seemed possessed in Michas\'s eyes, the man tensing as Korin leaned down and pressed his lips gently against his neck. It scared him, feeling the scissors slowly sliding down his throat. The thoughts raced through his mind, until only one strong thought remained. Why was Korin doing this? In all the years he had known Korin, and the man had been living with him, Korin had never threatened him before.

Which is why he was once again reminded of that day, and he was filled with dread. Was this the same thing Kaizer had felt? Had he awoken to find Korin standing over him, a sweet little smile on his face? Visions of Korin covered in blood flashed before his eyes, and he could see himself, his own blood on the man. Back then; Korin had been younger, a beautiful pale flower blossoming in blood.

\" Korin please...\" he began, wondering if his pleads would even reach the man\'s ears.

\" Only prayers Michas. Pray to me as if I were your god\" Korin replied, biting harshly into smooth flesh beneath his lips.

Korin bit once again into the gentle flesh, feeling the man beneath him arch up against him. The prayers began to tumble from those soft lips, giving Korin some small tinge of joy. He would be lying to himself if he did not admit to feeling a thrill in this. With Kaizer, he had never been allowed to take control. Michas had given him something he had never been given before, a gift more precious than anything else. Control.

\" You enjoy this, don\'t you? Korin asked, opening the scissors as he pressed one of the sharpened blades against Michas\'s neck. \" Tell God the truth, Michas.\"

Michas\'s eyes widened as he heard the question, feeling the blade pressing down harder against his neck. The prayers quickly stopped, his voice freezing inside of his throat. He could feel Korin pressing against his thigh, a sickening wave coursing through his body. Was Korin actually finding pleasure in this?

That day when Korin had returned home, covered in blood, it was the same day Michas had experienced true pain for the first time. It was a shameful event that he had prayed about for days, locked in the small altar-turned-closet where he usually prayed. To be raped by a slave, it was a slap in the face to his pride. Even now as he thought about it, his body ached, and his mind screamed for him to run away.

\" Korin, don\'t\" Michas whispered, afraid to move lest his throat be cut.

The sadistic grin that appeared on Korin\'s face scared Michas as if he were staring up into the face of Satan. He was barely able to issue a cry of pain as the blade was quickly drawn across his throat. As the blood began to rise to the surface, Korin began to giggle, moving away as Michas\'s hands flew up to press against the wound.

\" K-Korin! Wh-What have you done?\" Michas asked, beginning to panic as he felt the wetness beneath his hands.

Trying to sit up, he was only forced down by Korin, his eyes widening with fear as he felt the blood began to run down his throat. Was this what Korin meant to do? Kill him? Many times after that night he had imagined that Korin too would kill him. It seemed like the best punishment. For hiding the truth about what Korin had done to Kaizer, he too would suffer the same fate.

\" I only want you to remember me Michas\" Korin said softly, gently petting the man\'s hair, his fingers running tenderly through his hair. \" You know, I really did try to love you. I even tried loving you like I loved him.\"

Beneath him, Michas\'s body went still, his blood beginning to pool beneath him. The cut had been small, but still deep enough to allow the blood to continue to flow.

\" It\'s only fair you know. Since I killed him, I have to kill you too\" Korin continued, leaning down to run his tongue slowly over the wound, tasting the metallic blood. \" Kaizer bled in exactly the same way. I wonder if your eyes will glass over too as you die?”

Michas\'s eyes widened, a small bit of life returning to him. It was his fault that Korin was like this. That night when he had found Kaiser’s dead lifeless body, he had been horrified. Korin had only laughed, saying that it was a shame he had been so messy. That day, Michas had hid the body, dumping it into one of the sewers where it would not be discovered.

It had been a silent vow that they would not speak about it. Michas had thought it had been good for Korin. After that day, the boy had become friendlier towards him. It was like Michas had always imagined it would be, Korin accepting him and loving him back. If only he\'d known that it had all been an act.

\" Did you really think I loved you? Did you Michas?\" Korin asked, gripping the golden strands of hair, which were now, stained a lovely little shade of red. \" You are such a pathetic little man. It sickens me! You and him. You\'re exactly the same! I hated you both! I\'m not a person in your eyes, just some pretty little thing to be fucked and then passed on. I hated you both!\"

Korin released the death grip on Michas\'s hair, getting off the bed. He gripped at his own shortened blue strands, tugging at them harshly. His whole life had been a lie. He had hated doing those things! Having to pretend to love Kaizer. Having to pretend to love Michas. He was sick of pretending. Sick of living his life as someone\'s pet.

Michas gripped the covers, pressing them against the wound, which was slowly beginning to heal. A part of him wished he could just let himself move the blanket away and die. Korin hated him. No matter what he had done all these years, none of it had mattered to Korin. In Korin\'s eyes, he had been no better than Kaizer. That thought alone made him want to curl up and die.

He tried to speak, but found that he could not. The blood only flowed fasted as he tried to make himself talk, trying to make his body move so he could just reach out and touch him. If he explained, would Korin listen to him? Would he be able to tell Korin how he had really felt?

\" Korin... I did, I did love you... I swear...\"

The look on Korin\'s face was indescribable. It was a mixture of sadness and fury. For a moment he feared that Korin was about to attack him, or at the very least, finish what he had started.

Instead, Korin simply turned and left out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

And Michas knew he had lost him forever.

xxx

\" Do you miss him?\"

Michas touched the faint scar on his neck, a smile coming to his lips as he nodded his head solemnly. Yes, even after all this years, he still missed him. Every now and then he would spot someone who looked like him, but it never was. It was always just another stranger. Another let down. Another heartbreak.

\" Would you find me strange if I did?\"

A pair of slender arms went around his waist, a head resting against his back. His hands gripped the smaller pair of hands; the woman behind him sighed, and nuzzled gently against his back.

\" Will you ever love me as much as you did him?\"

Michas\'s smile faded, and his features hardened some as he released his hold on the person\'s hand.

\" No.\"

xxx

\" Get to your feet, you pathetic little whelp!\"

The children scattered like flies as the over-weight man brandishing a whip came over to where the little black haired boy had fell. It did not matter to the man that the children had pushed the slave boy; only caring that one of the crates had been broken during the fall. It did not matter to anyone else as the whip crashed down cruelly over the boy\'s exposed flesh, simply tuning out the boy\'s cries of pain.

When the child finally tried to escape, they parted for him, laughing as the man chased after him. It was a scene that happened often, the headstrong little whelp always running when facing punishment. This time however, there was someone different in the crowd.

Dressed in a finely tailored suit, a blue haired man stepped forward, blocking the boy\'s path. His eyes were as cold as ice, causing even the man to pause in his steps, the whip still poised ready to strike.

\" This one seems like trouble. But he has a pretty face, it\'s a shame you\'re using him for labor\" the man said, his finely manicured hand pulling a checkbook from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. \" I promise you, no offer is too outrageous for me.\"

Author\'s Note: So this is it, the end of The Rape of Innocence. Hope you enjoyed it and thanks to everyone who reviewed!