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Decided to go ahead and post this here. It's really shitty, and only the first part was looked at by someone else. I've no imagination, thus this does not have a title. Also, I wrote this over the time-span of....a long time. x.x; So if things seems like they don't fit, yea.....I took a few English classes and with it my writing may have changed.

These characters are originals of mine. Leave them alone, or I'll fucking hunt you down and strangle you with your own entrails before leaving you out for the buzzards, coyotes, and anything else that may be feeling particularly hungry. These characters are also from another story, but this is me playing with them and what would have happened had the story line continued on.

Warnings: M/M, rape, cursing, really shitty writing and tense usage


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It was cold night in the city, winter making its opening debut. The streets were deserted save for a lonely teen walking briskly on the sidewalk. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, arms held close to his body in hopes of keeping warm. As he walked, his dark green hair with lightened streaks shone brightly under the street lamps. Stopping at a corner, he quickly pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his chapped lips. Noting the pack was empty, he tossed it to the side carelessly before lighting the cancer stick and taking a long drag, the end burning a bright red before fading out. Breathing out slowly, he watched the smoke waft away before finally releasing the rest quickly to take another drag. Satisfied, the teen shook his jean clad legs to renew circulation before continuing across the street.

Onward he walked with no true destination in mind, just wandering; thinking. Somehow he found himself doing that a lot lately, but it couldn’t be helped. Ever since that day in the rain, nothing was the same. Things happened so fast, yet it all seemed so slow at the same time. Taking another drag of his cigarette, the teen thought back on the day that changed his life; for better and for worse.

It was pouring down raining, the sky a dark grey. It was late in the afternoon, and we were heading home. Zeraku and I were looking everywhere for Cainen at school; he didn’t meet up with us when the bell rang like he usually did. Eventually, we found him asleep in the library. We tried to wake him several times, but then I noticed he was flushed. It only took a brief touch of his face to realize he was running a high fever. As soon as the words left my mouth, Zeraku scooped up Cainen into his arms and was walking towards the exit. Of course, I ended up having the hold the umbrellas. I didn’t complain much because Cainen needed to get home, to be in bed. It wouldn’t do to add pneumonia with his fever. About three blocks from school, my arm felt like it was going to fall off, caring both Cainen and my bookbags and two umbrellas. It didn’t help that Zeraku was - and still is - taller than me, but I had to keep Cainen as dry as possible. If only Zeraku didn’t bitch so much, I was doing the best I could. The gusts of wind weren’t helping any either. As we hurried down the deserted streets, I noted a lone figure on the other side. He was just standing there in the rain, completely soaked and staring at us. He was mistaken if he thought we were the odd ones. I mean, what kind of person just stands there in the middle of-

Suddenly hands yanking him to the side brought him out of his daydream. Startled, he looked around trying to process what was going on only to be greeted by several grinning faces. Before he could process any more, he was shoved back harshly against a wall, the force knocking the breath from him. Pain erupted in his abdomen as a fist connected. Another burst of pain - this time across his face - had Eru seeing stars. He felt rock and bits of glass dig and cut into his arm, his cheek. A gasp of pain left his mouth as someone grabbed a handful of dark green hair and yanked him up. Eru grimaced as he felt some being ripped out. A hand grabbed the front of his jacket and jerked it open before fisting his shirt. The sound of ripping cloth reached his ears as he felt the bite of the cold air on his bare chest. Before he could reach up to pull his top shut, more hands caught his and ripped his jacket and shirt off completely. As he felt fabric begin to bind his arms behind his back, Eru’s mind began to come out of its shocked state. He began to fight against his assailants’ hands, but this only resulted in more appearing to help with the restraints. “Let me go you stupid fucks!” he yelled. His head snapped to the side as a fist collided with his jaw. Eru could taste blood and cursed them again as he felt the bindings on his arms tighten as a knot was tied and finished off.

Struggle as he might, he knew his attempts wouldn’t be fruitful, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. Whatever these men wanted, he wouldn’t just give it to them. Nothing they could do would change his mind. More obscenities left his mouth as he attempted to smash his head into the man behind him, and he was rewarded with a pained curse from the man. Eru mentally smirked. It didn’t last long however. Another curse then the sharp, cold edge of a blade pressed roughly to his throat. His body stiffened automatically, halting his attempts to fight back.

Eru found his body being drawn close to the one behind him, the blade’s position never faltering. Warm air rushed over his ear as the man chuckled, his voice rough and gravelly. The sour smell of alcohol assaulted his senses, and he scrunched his nose in disgust.

“What’s the matter, boy?” The man slurred out amusedly. “Ya were just putting up such a fight. Why’d ya stop? Maybe you decided to have a little fun? Maybe a run with the big boys?” Laughter rang out into the chilled air, and along with it, another yet stronger wave of the disgusting odor. Eru tried to turn his head away from it, mindful of the blade, but was stopped when his head was yanked backed and the blade biting into his neck. His breath caught in his throat, and he fought not to try and swallow as he felt a warm liquid run down his neck. The hot breath was right next to his ear now, the sound mixing with the blood pounding in his ears. “I asked ya a question boy.” the man hissed out, irritation now lacing his voice. “Don’t act like ya didn’t hear. Got me?” He then accented his question by bringing the blade closer, firmer. Eru couldn’t help but whimper as the blade cut in a little deeper, letting more blood flow from the wound.

“Haha! It looks like that did it!” said a voice to Eru’s right, causing his eyes to dart over to the speaker. Spiky red hair was all he could really make out, that and a grin he’d be more than happy to get rid of. If only the situation would allow for it.

“That enough stalling. Lets get this bitch ready already.” Said another man. Green eyes closed in hopes they’d just leave already and to try and calm down enough to think of a way out. He tried to ignore the footsteps stopping in front of him, though he couldn’t ignore a hand on hip. Eru’s eyes shot open and stared at the man now leaning in front of him. He went to yell but was quickly reminded of the knife still at his throat. “Stand him up so I can get the damn pants off, idiot!” The man in front bitched out at the one holding him.

A few choice words from the man behind him and Eru felt himself being hoisted up, fear of the knife slipping filling his mind. It wasn’t long before the ground was under his feet again although it wasn’t as comforting as he had hoped. He looked at the man still kneeling in front of him as large hands reached for his belt, working to undo it. Green eyes closed tightly. Eru hoped it was all just a dream or that they would get bored and leave. Hell, that it was all just a joke. He felt the cold caress him as his pants and boxer were pulled down; it pulled a pitiful whimper from his lips. He knew he was shaking though he couldn’t tell if the main cause was from the cold or what he knew was going to happen.

Whistling and laughter pierced into his thoughts causing him to open his eyes. He was greeted by hungry eyes and predatory grins. A few of them licked their lips as if they were about to feast. The whole act made Eru sick in his stomach. His eyes jerked back on the one before his as he felt his leg being raised to remove his pants completely. His first reaction was to yank his leg back and so he tried. It only earned him a yank of hair and the bite of the cold metal again. More warmth flowed from his neck in a small trail as the man on the ground continued till Eru was almost completely naked. He heard his clothes get tossed elsewhere, the metal of his buckle making a small tinking noise.

Suddenly, he felt the pressure on his neck release and the hand once in his hair, shoving him forward. The suddenness of it all as well as the lack of arms to catch himself caused him to just go with the motion; he clenched his eyes shut waiting for the impact. It wasn’t quite as he expected it. The man near the ground caught him with a laugh, though it didn’t save his knees from meeting the ground roughly. A cry of pain left his mouth.

“Well then, lets get this started. His voice seems good enough to make you cum just from his screams alone.” One of the men barked out amused. A few grunts in agreement, and they moved. Hands were on him and pulling his legs apart. Eru ignored the pain and fought to keep his legs together, trying to kick at the men near him. As arms came to his shoulders to keep him still, he lashed out and tried to bite the hands. He got it. A loud curse from the one who he assumed was the one who caught him rang in the alley before a cry of his own followed; the man’s other fist connecting with his head. Having wrenched his hand away, the man moved and shoved Eru’s face into the cold ground, the bits biting into his skin again.

Eru soon found himself truly exposed and unable to do anything about it. He cursed and yelled at them to leave him be, but they fell on deaf ears. A rough calloused hand roamed over his ass, up and down his crack. Eru tried to squirm away from it but with his movement limited, it was pointless. Instead, it seemed to amuse the men, if the laughter was any real indication.

“Look at this. He’s squirming his ass! I bet he’s a slut and is just waiting for it!” Another fit of laughter echoed in the alley promptly followed by a nice loud smack. Eru couldn’t contain the cry of surprise or pain as the hand connected with his ass. He resumed his struggles to break free trying to ignore the laughter and roaming hands. A different voice fell on his ears, deep and gruff, as if the man had smoked a pack a day since birth. “Alright kiddies, let’s get to the fuckin’ already. If one of you don’t step up and get to it, I’m going to.” The way he spoke left no room to wonder if he meant it or not. This declaration had the green-eyed male in another fit of curses and yelling as he struggled.

A round of arguing amongst the captors ensued. It almost sounded like childish bickering of who was first in line that day. With an annoyed huff, the gruff voiced male knocked another out of his way as he set himself behind the bound boy. “Bunch of fucking kids, the lot of you.” No one moved to oppose him; instead, they set back to holding Eru whose thrashing fit had yet to cease. Large hands made quick work of his belt and pants, pushing them down enough to pull out his throbbing erection. Chapped lips cracked as he smirked, stroking his flesh a few times as he eyed the ass laid out in front of him. “But your asses are always the tightest.” He laughed at his own joke while his hands spread apart Eru’s buttocks. Positioning the head of his cock against the pucker of Eru’s ass, he waited and took in the sight of the boy trying to get away. Suddenly, he thrust in all the way to the hilt, a deep moan emitting from his throat. An ear piercing scream was pulled from the boy, his green eyes moist with tears.

The man started a brutal pace, thrusting in and out with vigor. The gasps and screams of pain only seemed to fuel him on. His large hands gripped pale hips to the point of bruising; the others let go as it was quite obvious the boy wasn’t going anywhere. “Why don’t one of you shut him up before he does draw attention?” The man’s voice seemed even deeper, laced with pleasure and lust. He continued to thrust into him as if it was what he was born to do.

A tan bandaged hand laced itself tightly into green hair, yanking Eru’s head upwards with another scream of pain. Pained sounds continued to fall from his mouth. The sound of a groan in front of the boy caught his attention causing pain filled eyes to crack open. They were greeted with the sight of a rigid erection, the head leaking fiercely. “Just watching him pound into you has got me this damn hard. Apparently your ass is pretty good back there. Let’s see if your mouth can match, eh?” The other tanned hand grabbed hold of Eru’s jaw, fingers digging and prying his mouth open, keeping it that way. Slowly the leaking head closed the distance till it finally touched pink lips. As it slid in, Eru tried to use his tongue to push out the intruder, but it only drew a moan from the man. Suddenly, the boy was gagging as it reached his throat then gone, then there again. The tanned man used his mouth and throat roughly, ignoring the other gagging every time he thrust in. The grip on green strands tightened, pulling several. Tears fell rapidly onto the cold pavement.

Eru tried to pull away from the man in front of him but found he only ended up meeting the thrusts behind him. Back and forth it went, pain wracked his body. His head was dizzy from pain and lack of oxygen. His vision was blurred by his tears. He tried to close his eyes to block it all out, but it only seemed to make it all intensify. He suddenly found the offensive cock shoving and stilling in his throat before it twitched and spilled out. Eru chocked as it was forced down; the taste was bitter on his tongue when the tanned cock was pulled free. He coughed and gasped for air. Laughter seemed to erupt around him, the sound echoing in his ears. Something was said, coming from behind, thought what his mind could not comprehend. The thrusts behind him stopped, and then he felt his inside flood. The soft cock was pulled free from his passage, and cum oozed out, slowly sliding down his leg. A sob left him. He felt humiliated, disgusting, dirty, used, hopeless.

He wasn’t given much time to pity himself however. The two spent men were replaced quickly. Simultaneously, he was filled from both sides. They wasted no time picking up a vicious pace; their lust driving them to find completion as quickly as possible. Eru prayed for his endorphins to kick in, yet they were nowhere to be found. He was more likely to receive help before his body numbed itself. Even the cold toyed with him, adding to the pain. It wasn’t long till he felt the two finish. How much time had passed, however, he was not sure. How long has he been like this? It felt like hours. Green eyes slid closed, hoping to slip into oblivion. A sharp sting and harsh words pulled him away from that gateway. Slowly they reopened and were greeted with bright red hair. A grin spread across pale features, his words sounded distorted though it vaguely sounded like a promise of fun.

His world shifted and suddenly he saw a dim alley light overhead. Heat seeped into him from the body inches from his back. The red-head closed in on his front; the heat from their bodies torturing his frozen skin. He felt another length breach him, yet when he felt another nudge against his abused hole, emerald eyes grew wide with fear. Already, he felt stretched, even after having been fucked twice. Again, he pleaded for them to stop. It was painful, yet he couldn’t stop. As the other prick pushed and slowly slid in, it pulled a pained choke from the raw throat. A chuckle was all he heard before it was drowned out by an ear piercing scream that could have reached the gods. The pain was excruciating, like nothing he had ever felt before, and it grew. The two men began alternating thrusts. Though it started out slow, the pace picked up as they grew organized. It seemed as if with each thrust they would reach deeper and deeper within him. Eru wasn’t sure how much longer till they reached his core, his soul. It couldn’t be much farther. Soon, his body was nothing but a mass of pain. It ripped through his body like electricity. He wasn’t even aware of the screams leaving his lips almost as rapidly as his tears fell.

Out of nowhere, Eru found his ear ringing loudly as if suddenly someone blasted speakers by his head. Faintly screams registered, though it was too detached for him to even tell if it were his own. Cold pavement was the next thing his pain fogged mind processed, his body empty. Slowly, the screams grew clearer. Opening his eyes, he saw red pooled next to him. Following it had him meet a shock of red hair, pale skin even whiter. His gaze was fixed on the unmoving figure. A pitiful yet fear laced whimper turned sob left him before he could stop it. He felt his body shaking horribly but doubted it was entirely the cold.

Once again that night, Eru’s world shifted and found him pressed to another body. Arms wrapped around him, and a hand gently ran through his hair. His arms were released and rubbed lightly. The source of warmth disappeared momentarily before he felt himself being wrapped. Warily, he let his eyes train downwards to see a large coat draped over him. Eru gather up courage to look up at his savior; teal eyes were focused on him completely. They were filled with concern and protectiveness, rage burning in the background. Silver strands flowed loosely, a patch of black almost covering one eye. He saw the man’s lips move as he said it would be ok. That he was safe now. Oddly, Eru believed him; he felt self in this man’s arms. He let his eyes trail to his surroundings but was abruptly pulled into the other’s chest while he turned to block the view. “I lost my temper when I saw you like that. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I should have. I’m sorry, Eru.” The man’s words were soft and gently; they flowed over him and helped calm him. He curled into the man’s chest in search of warmth and comfort. They stayed like that a few moments till flashes passed through Eru’s mind. His hand clenched into the other’s shirt as he looked up slowly.

Eru’s voice was hoarse and broken, and it took a few tries to get it out. “I-I know you. You’re that g-guy I kept seeing when we got cau-aught in the rain.” Finishing, he found himself coughing as his throat felt too dry. A light pressure presented itself on his head before and hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. Next thing he knew, he was lifted and cradled like something precious. He saw the other smile and nod before his eye-lids suddenly felt like they were weighed down by sand. Leaning on the broad solid chest, he let them slide close and focused on the warmth radiating from the man. He let the beating of his heart distract him from his pain and lull him to sleep.

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I told ya it was shit. Only took me a few years to finally finish. -.-;; (Yes...it took me a few years to finish this short, crappy thing.) Regardless, comment and let me know what you think. The original story this is from may eventually be finished and written out then posted here. The first chapter or so is posted on a livejournal account of mine. I might link it at some point....maybe. X'D