Little One (Version's 1 & 2)
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Little One (Version's 1 & 2)
'Little One' is a ficlet I wrote. No names are mentioned in the story but they really dont need names to get the point across. This entire little ficlet is more of a fanfiction between two rpg characters of Remnant. My girl Allie's seme, Tadashi, and my own personal uke, Akito.
Title: Little One
Version: One
Author: Nakamori Kyo
Characters: Unamed in story but they are Tadashi Kyouya and Akito from Remnant. (www.acornrack.com/ remnant)
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Sighing softly into the dead night, he hesitantly brought his hand to the arm drapped over his waist. As slowly and gently as possible he wrapped his long slender fingers around the wrist and slowly raised it up so he could slide out of bed. Holding his breath he slowly lowered the arm. Undisturbed by the other leaving the bed, the owner of the arm simply curled it under the pillow and continued sleeping.
Releasing the pent up breath on a sharp sigh he turned and quickly made his way into the bathroom. Not daring to turn on the light, he used the light of the moon to study his newest wounds. Several cuts adorned his chest while a dozen or so bruises were already visible on his arms, stomache, and one large, nasty looking one on his ribs. Prodding gently with his fingers he hissed out at the pain of a simple touch.
Atleast his face was unharmed. No, the other would never leave a mark on his face. He claimed that it was pretty enough to be saved from punishment. The rest of him was not though. No matter how much he tried. No matter how hard he worked to please him, nothing he did could save him from the beatings. They came each and every night, even if it was nothing more then a swift punch in the stomache that sent him crumpling to the ground. One punch was enough.
Whimpering lightly he slowly slid to the ground, leaning his back against the door frame as his head buried itself into his arms. Completely unware of the piercing gaze of the man laying on the bed, he let the sobs take control of his body. They were silent tears. Always silent. But, even if he was forced to weep his agony in silence he would. It was to much for any man to bear.
Loving someone who couldn't love you back. Being with them every day and having them stare at you with nothing but disinterest, anger or annoyance. Being with them every night only for the use of his body for sexual release or warmth against the winter night.
How pitiful was it that he stayed?
Despite the beatings that often left him on the edge of death? Even the night his leg had been broken so horribly he still had a limp 3 years later. He still loved the man. Still worshiped the ground he walked on and tried to please him in any way. It even went far enough that when the beatings slowed and his love's attention began to wander he rebelled to instigate being punished again. Anything to keep his love by his side, even if it was just to nearly kill him.
He couldnt' take it anymore. As much love as he carried in his heart, the pain of it not being returned in the slightest was to much. The beatings he could handle any day. Unrequited love he couldn't. It had to end. Tonight. Glancing at the window he wondered how much a four story jump would hurt compaired to the aching in his heart.
Would the other even care, when morning came and he learned of what he'd done? Or would he simply carry on as normal, pretending his dead body was nothing more then a puddle of water to be walked around.
Turning his head slowly he peered across the room at the now closed eyes of his lover. Crawling towards the bed, he knelt next to it and stared at the exotic creature occupying the bed. He was gorgeous, crafted from the fate's themselves to bless the Earth with his presence. In his sleep he seemed so peaceful. His face falling from its normal harsh clenching and fierce scowl. He looked content, happy, full of peace and love.
Perhaps he could wait another night. All he wanted now, all his heart and mind demanded he do was crawl in bed with the one he loved and soak up the side of him no one else had ever seen before, even if it was only in sleep.
Quickly wiping his tears on the edge of the sheet he slowly crawled back into bed. Barely breathing he curled up on the edge of the matress, afraid to turn and meld himself against his love's body. No, if he woke up and decided he didn't want to cuddle, another beating would surely come. When an arm snaked its way over his side and a hand caught his shoulder. Catching his breath for the second time that night he waited. Was he awake? Would he be spending yet another night sleeping on the floor?
For the first time in weeks he felt true happiness as the hand rolled him over to face the beds other occupant. Peering up he looked at the depth filled eyes he starved for, but the eyes were still closed as the other man's hand slid from his shoulder to his back, pulling his body against his own. Their bare chests fit snuggle against one another and he hesitantly buried his face in the crook of the other's neck. He was awake. What did that mean?
He was awake and willing to cuddle. Was he simply cold? No, if he was cold he would have just pulled the blanket tighter around him. Once again he stiffened as the hand began moving but it meerly stroked up and down his spine. Lightly and smoothly, as if comforting him. Carefully creeping his arm around his lovers waist he gingerly hugged himself to his body, waiting to see if he would be rejected. His only responce was a soft, sleepy sigh.
In his chest his heart beat furiously and his pulse raced. His love was actually holding him. Not in a furious angry grip or a lust induced haze. No. It was a sweet, loving hold that had tears falling from his eyes again as the little piece of his heart that had yet to be broken glittered in pleasure. Afraid that the wetness of his tears would disturb the other he swiftly wiped them away before returning his arm back around the waist it clung to.
Maybe things were going to get better? It was wrong to hope for it as he knew it would never come to pass, but in his rapidly tiring mind it was a fantasy he wanted to cling to.
Above him, the man stared blankly out the window as he continued stroking the smaller man's back. One again, he had almost lost him. He knew that look the boy got on his face. It was one he had seen one to many nights. Each time it took all his will power not to leap from the bed and pull him into a deep embrace, begging him to stay with him.
Luckily, the boy would always return to the bed for one last look. Everytime he ended up looking vunerable enough to seduce the boy back into bed. Then he was safe for another few weeks.
He couldn't say he loved the other. No, that was to far to go. He cared for him though. Deeply. More then he cared for anyone else in the world. If he died....
That would be unacceptable. It was a pain he refused to be forced to endure.
Several times he had attempted to seperate himself from his young lover. Beating him viciously to try and prompt him into running away. It had almost worked once. The boy had even packed his bags while he thought the other asleep but for some reason he stayed. After that he tried ignoring him completely but the stubborn brat would rebel against him, forcing him to beat him. He didn't want to but he had to. His reputation was worth more then the others feelings. No matter how much he cared.
And yet, the boy stayed. Loving him no matter what he did. Knowing that he couldn't love him back. It could never be. They would remain forever locked in the vicious game both had been ensnared in. The love struck slave suffering through a love he thought was not returned and the master whose vicious mind refused to allow his heart to admit what he felt.
Sighing sadly he brought his hand up to tangle in the dark locks of hair, barely catching the whispered words that caused a single tear to slip down his cheek and the speaker fell into slumber.
"I love you."
Pulling his hand up he used an index finger to slowly pull the tear from his cheek. Pulling the covers tightly around them he pressed a light kiss against the ebony strands.
"I love you to, little one. Even if you can never know."
Title: Little One
Version: One
Author: Nakamori Kyo
Characters: Unamed in story but they are Tadashi Kyouya and Akito from Remnant. (www.acornrack.com/ remnant)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sighing softly into the dead night, he hesitantly brought his hand to the arm drapped over his waist. As slowly and gently as possible he wrapped his long slender fingers around the wrist and slowly raised it up so he could slide out of bed. Holding his breath he slowly lowered the arm. Undisturbed by the other leaving the bed, the owner of the arm simply curled it under the pillow and continued sleeping.
Releasing the pent up breath on a sharp sigh he turned and quickly made his way into the bathroom. Not daring to turn on the light, he used the light of the moon to study his newest wounds. Several cuts adorned his chest while a dozen or so bruises were already visible on his arms, stomache, and one large, nasty looking one on his ribs. Prodding gently with his fingers he hissed out at the pain of a simple touch.
Atleast his face was unharmed. No, the other would never leave a mark on his face. He claimed that it was pretty enough to be saved from punishment. The rest of him was not though. No matter how much he tried. No matter how hard he worked to please him, nothing he did could save him from the beatings. They came each and every night, even if it was nothing more then a swift punch in the stomache that sent him crumpling to the ground. One punch was enough.
Whimpering lightly he slowly slid to the ground, leaning his back against the door frame as his head buried itself into his arms. Completely unware of the piercing gaze of the man laying on the bed, he let the sobs take control of his body. They were silent tears. Always silent. But, even if he was forced to weep his agony in silence he would. It was to much for any man to bear.
Loving someone who couldn't love you back. Being with them every day and having them stare at you with nothing but disinterest, anger or annoyance. Being with them every night only for the use of his body for sexual release or warmth against the winter night.
How pitiful was it that he stayed?
Despite the beatings that often left him on the edge of death? Even the night his leg had been broken so horribly he still had a limp 3 years later. He still loved the man. Still worshiped the ground he walked on and tried to please him in any way. It even went far enough that when the beatings slowed and his love's attention began to wander he rebelled to instigate being punished again. Anything to keep his love by his side, even if it was just to nearly kill him.
He couldnt' take it anymore. As much love as he carried in his heart, the pain of it not being returned in the slightest was to much. The beatings he could handle any day. Unrequited love he couldn't. It had to end. Tonight. Glancing at the window he wondered how much a four story jump would hurt compaired to the aching in his heart.
Would the other even care, when morning came and he learned of what he'd done? Or would he simply carry on as normal, pretending his dead body was nothing more then a puddle of water to be walked around.
Turning his head slowly he peered across the room at the now closed eyes of his lover. Crawling towards the bed, he knelt next to it and stared at the exotic creature occupying the bed. He was gorgeous, crafted from the fate's themselves to bless the Earth with his presence. In his sleep he seemed so peaceful. His face falling from its normal harsh clenching and fierce scowl. He looked content, happy, full of peace and love.
Perhaps he could wait another night. All he wanted now, all his heart and mind demanded he do was crawl in bed with the one he loved and soak up the side of him no one else had ever seen before, even if it was only in sleep.
Quickly wiping his tears on the edge of the sheet he slowly crawled back into bed. Barely breathing he curled up on the edge of the matress, afraid to turn and meld himself against his love's body. No, if he woke up and decided he didn't want to cuddle, another beating would surely come. When an arm snaked its way over his side and a hand caught his shoulder. Catching his breath for the second time that night he waited. Was he awake? Would he be spending yet another night sleeping on the floor?
For the first time in weeks he felt true happiness as the hand rolled him over to face the beds other occupant. Peering up he looked at the depth filled eyes he starved for, but the eyes were still closed as the other man's hand slid from his shoulder to his back, pulling his body against his own. Their bare chests fit snuggle against one another and he hesitantly buried his face in the crook of the other's neck. He was awake. What did that mean?
He was awake and willing to cuddle. Was he simply cold? No, if he was cold he would have just pulled the blanket tighter around him. Once again he stiffened as the hand began moving but it meerly stroked up and down his spine. Lightly and smoothly, as if comforting him. Carefully creeping his arm around his lovers waist he gingerly hugged himself to his body, waiting to see if he would be rejected. His only responce was a soft, sleepy sigh.
In his chest his heart beat furiously and his pulse raced. His love was actually holding him. Not in a furious angry grip or a lust induced haze. No. It was a sweet, loving hold that had tears falling from his eyes again as the little piece of his heart that had yet to be broken glittered in pleasure. Afraid that the wetness of his tears would disturb the other he swiftly wiped them away before returning his arm back around the waist it clung to.
Maybe things were going to get better? It was wrong to hope for it as he knew it would never come to pass, but in his rapidly tiring mind it was a fantasy he wanted to cling to.
Above him, the man stared blankly out the window as he continued stroking the smaller man's back. One again, he had almost lost him. He knew that look the boy got on his face. It was one he had seen one to many nights. Each time it took all his will power not to leap from the bed and pull him into a deep embrace, begging him to stay with him.
Luckily, the boy would always return to the bed for one last look. Everytime he ended up looking vunerable enough to seduce the boy back into bed. Then he was safe for another few weeks.
He couldn't say he loved the other. No, that was to far to go. He cared for him though. Deeply. More then he cared for anyone else in the world. If he died....
That would be unacceptable. It was a pain he refused to be forced to endure.
Several times he had attempted to seperate himself from his young lover. Beating him viciously to try and prompt him into running away. It had almost worked once. The boy had even packed his bags while he thought the other asleep but for some reason he stayed. After that he tried ignoring him completely but the stubborn brat would rebel against him, forcing him to beat him. He didn't want to but he had to. His reputation was worth more then the others feelings. No matter how much he cared.
And yet, the boy stayed. Loving him no matter what he did. Knowing that he couldn't love him back. It could never be. They would remain forever locked in the vicious game both had been ensnared in. The love struck slave suffering through a love he thought was not returned and the master whose vicious mind refused to allow his heart to admit what he felt.
Sighing sadly he brought his hand up to tangle in the dark locks of hair, barely catching the whispered words that caused a single tear to slip down his cheek and the speaker fell into slumber.
"I love you."
Pulling his hand up he used an index finger to slowly pull the tear from his cheek. Pulling the covers tightly around them he pressed a light kiss against the ebony strands.
"I love you to, little one. Even if you can never know."