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Together In Our World Alone	By : blackdiamondprincess Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
This chapter is dedicated to all of you who�ve been bugging me with
e-mails for this to come out already! Here it is, and I must warn some of you
out there that this is a very depressing chapter. We�re going to check out what
happened to Sora in the past three months following his disappearance.
This chapter
contains non-con and rape, so those of you who are sensitive to these themes
please don�t read.

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10:
Dead to the world
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The world
could end now.

The kiss felt cold and slimy, like it always did, but this
time he didn�t even shudder at the unwanted contact. Sora just lay there,
rolled on his side; abdomen covered in streaks of semen, some of it his own.
Clothing rustled in the quiet night as it got put on
hastily and Sora just laid there, his
eyes staring at the full moon outside the balcony windows, but seeing nothing.
The door whispered shut and Sora didn�t move, just lay
there, naked and alone.
Dead to the world.

He remembered the sun, shining brightly through the
small windows of the plane, waking him up from his tears induced slumber after
his last phone call to Riku. The phone was still lying in his hand and the
insurmountable urge to call him again had taken him over, only to find that the
device had run out of battery. He had cried more tears after that, the fear of
not knowing what was to happen to him or where he had landed overwhelming him.
The makeshift bed he had been in stretched from one side to the other, leaving
very little room in the small space he had been confined in. Sora had crawled
over to the nearest window and looked outside. The plane had been descending
for a while now and he had seen them flying from the sea over to the land.
45 minutes later, he watched as they manoeuvred passed
a French flag.

�Bienvenue a l�a�roport Nice C�te d�Azur��

He was in France. They had kidnapped him all the way
to France.
Two men were walking down the Arrivals Hall with him,
one on each side. When he�d been let off the plane, one of them had calmly
flashed the gun underneath his vest at him, reminding him who he was with and
to not even think of trying anything. Sora had silently acted accordingly and
followed them obediently even if he felt he�d faint from his growing anxiety.
There were so many people around; none of them were even paying attention to
him or the two imposing men he was flanked by. Wasn�t there a �help� sign
plastered on his forehead for all to see?
They left the hall and walked towards a new boarding
hall and a helicopter platform. An imposing black helicopter was waiting for
them and he was ushered in, sandwiched between his two bodyguards on the small
bench, flying away for the Principality of Monaco 5 minutes later.
He couldn�t hold his tears back anymore and they
escaped silently. There was no point in hiding them now; they had taken
everything away. He sniffled and was surprised to see a handkerchief fill his
watery view, held out by the hulky brown haired man on his right.
�Take it,� his voice sounded gruff through the
headphones he was wearing. It wasn�t really commanding, but he took the tissue
anyway.
Sora wiped away his tears and cleaned his nose. He
took a breath and closed his eyes, willing himself to stop shaking.
�Hey kid.�
A hand landed on his right knee and he instinctively
jerked away.
�Hey.�
He looked at the man who had given him the tissue with
distrusting eyes, caught between the two of them.
�My advice to you is to get over it,� he said calmly,
his blue eyes gentle orbs in his bulky face. �The live you led this far is
over, you won�t ever return.�
It wasn�t quite a threat, but more a factual
statement, which made his situation worse for it almost annihilated any hope of
him seeing his homeland and family permanently.
But Sora kept his eyes fixed on the other man
defiantly, refusing to even let go of that last shred of hope inside.
�Bloody hell Aeleus, who cares?� the man on Sora�s left rolled
his eyes turning his head to look at the scenery outside. �Jesus
man.�
Aeleus huffed and smiled softly, but
didn�t say anything, letting a strange silence to fill the small space.
Sora slowly took his former position on the bench
between the two men, warily watching both of them as they both looked out of
their respective windows. He realized with some shock that these men had done
jobs like these before and that whatever awaited Sora wasn�t something they
wished for anyone.
He gulped as he stared at his joined hands in his lap,
�What are they going to do to me?� he whispered, trying with all his might to
keep his voice from trembling.
The blonde man with the pierced ears grunted in
annoyance. �Holy fuck�.�
Sora could definitely hear the apprehension in the
guy�s voice and a new found panic bubbled up in his throat. Just remember, you�re keeping Riku safe with
this.
�We don�t know, kid,� Aeleus
answered apologetically, his eyes soft. �We only had orders to bring you here.�
�Oh...� Sora whispered with a nod. He wouldn�t have
taken any comfort in whatever other answer they would�ve given him anyway. As
long as he could preserve Riku�s memory alive in his mind, he�d survive
anything. And that was a given.
They all felt the engine losing altitude a few moments
later.
�Come on, let�s get this done,� the blonde man
murmured deep in his throat as he shifted to open the door once the helicopter
landed on a private helipad on top of an enormous villa.
Aeleus gave Sora a court nod and he
followed his companion outside.
�

The
bright Mediterranean sun blinded him when he stepped out, the oppressing heat
nearly choking him with the first gulp of Monegasque air he breathed in.
�Is
that him?�
Sora
peered from behind his two guards at the person whose gruff voice he just
heard. It was a freakishly tall, black haired young man with rich green eyes
and high cheek bones. He couldn�t have been older than Riku, with his big hands
resting on his narrow hips and a soft smile playing on his full lips as he
playfully tried to look at Sora from between the two imposing men.
�Hey there.�
Sora
froze slightly, standing upright as he approached him with a stretched out
hand. Sora stared at it with apprehension, taking a step back.
He
kneeled in front of the brunette, flashing him one of the whitest smiles he had
ever seen.
�If
this was any other situation, I�d ask you to not be frightened,� he whispered
softly, his eyes reflecting the gentleness of his voice. �But I know you
probably are already, so all I can do is try and relieve you of it, even if
it�s just temporary.�
Sora
took a breath and found to his horror that tears were threatening to spill
again. He braced his left arm against his right one, hugging himself as he
tried to keep himself from breaking down. He had promised himself that he�d be
strong� for himself, for his family, for Riku�
�It�s
okay.�
Sora
sniffled and turned away, biting his lower lip. What did he know?! How could he
even say that it was okay? It wasn�t okay, nothing would ever be
okay!
�Here.
Take this.�
The
pristine white handkerchief was swaying slightly in the refreshing breeze and
Sora only stared at it from the corner of his eye, wanting to run from this man
with the kind eyes and understanding smile, from the henchmen just standing
there and letting it all happen, from the unfairness, the injustice and
powerlessness he felt taking over, making him fall on his knees.
�Nothing
will make
you forget him, so don�t let yourself forget him.�
Those
words, whispered comfortingly against his left ear, had helped him through the
next three months, given him strength and endurance when everything persisted
on crushing his spirit.

-3 Months later-

A
soft, wet cloth gently swept over his shivering body, closely followed by warm
and calming hands. A sigh escaped him and he closed his eyes with a sigh,
expulsing the angst and disgust he felt with it.
�Another one, huh?�
Sora
nodded, but didn�t speak, still entranced by the pale enchantment the moon
outside provided.
Tender
lips descended upon his left hip and he winced, the bite mark still fresh and
stinging.
�At
least this time he didn�t tear your skin--�
�I
don�t know how much longer��
�I�m
here.�
Sora
sniffled and curled himself up in a tight ball. �I can�t,� he whimpered. �I
can�t anymore, Nate��
Nate
crawled over his body and settled behind him, spooning him against him. �I�m so
sorry��
The
tears now flew unchecked from his eyes as Nate placed his arms around him and
one hand on his hair, stroking it gently. �His memory was the only thing that
kept me from completely dying inside. What am I supposed to do now? What is
left for me in this life?�
�Your
family, your friends��
Sora
moaned quietly and shook his head. �I can�t face them, not anymore, not after
all of this��
Nathan
closed his eyes and held him closer. Over the past three months, he had come to
care for Sora like one would for a little brother. He could see the person he
had been before he had been taken away from his peaceful life and it hurt him
to know that that joyful character had probably gone forever now, gone like the
love of his life.
�Don�t
let them have it, Sora,� he whispered into his hair. �Don�t let them have the
satisfaction of seeing you broken� I�ll help you through it, I�ll be anything
you want me to be, but don�t let them have the most precious thing you still
possess.�
�I
don�t have anything left��
�You
do,� Nathan pressed on, tightening his grip. �You still have yourself to stay
faithful to. Don�t let them take that away from you too.�
Sora
whimpered softly into the pillow, burying his face in it. He wanted out of this
life, out of the situation he found himself in. There was nothing left for him
in this world; he didn�t want to be here anymore. He just wanted to be where
Riku was.
Nathan
held him all night appeasing his deepest fears and soothing the worst of his
pains, knowing that it was all he could do at the present time.

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The
seagulls screeched over the inhabited hill stretching out below the villa
terrace, the day announcing itself to be hot and
sweltering.
The
paper was folded open in front of him and his tired eyes landed on it,
arduously reading the headline splattered across the front page.

�Riku Masako: Accident or Premeditated?�

Sora
pushed the paper away with a lustless gesture, leaving his breakfast plate
untouched.
Xehanort
took a sip of his coffee and watched the brunette quietly, smiling to himself.
�I heard you had an unexpected visitor last night, Sora. You seem worn out, I
take it you both enjoyed yourselves?�
Sora
looked at him now, his eyes cold and distant as he slowly said, �I know he did,
but next time I plan on enjoying myself as well.�
A
pale eyebrow rose in silent amusement and he gave a pleased nod in
acknowledgement. �I�m sure Kadaj would be pleased to
indulge you with his most sincere affections.�
Sora
chuckled humorlessly at that. �Mind you,� he said in a soft tone, his blue eyes
holding the older man�s in a tight grip, �I plan on enjoying myself next time�
as I slit his throat oh so slowly and then watch his vile blood stain the
sheets while he chokes in it.�
The
cup of coffee slipped out of Xehanort�s hand and fell onto the floor. The smile
he wore before was gone and replaced by a thin line of pressed lips, the
sparkle of amusement vanished from his pale amber eyes.
Sora
stood and turned without another word, leaving the terrace and entering the
coolness of the house.
A
contemplative expression formed on Xehanort�s face and he sat back against his
chair.
His
phone then rang and he picked it up from where it was lying next to his plate
on the table.
�There�s no trace of him in passenger records
or of any male resembling him in morgues. If he escaped, he hid his tracks
extremely well. We�ll continue on searching.�
He
hung up and sat silently for a while, looking out over the Mediterranean in the
distance.
�If
you think you can fool us, you�re sadly mistaken, Riku,� he smirked to himself.
�I won�t believe you dead before I see your ensanguined body lifelessly lying
at my feet.�

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Nathan
stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing than a towel low on his hips. He
used another one to dry his hair with as he made his way to his dresser to find
underwear.
�I�m
going to kill him.�
He
turned towards his king-size bed to find Sora sitting at the end of it, wearing
snow white sweatpants and a white sleeveless top. He took the towel on his head
off and walked to the smaller male, sitting next to him.
Sora
was looking at him, his eyes hardened with determination.
Nathan
threw the wet towel in the nearby laundry bin and fixed his eyes on Sora�s.
�And then what?�
�I
don�t care,� Sora answered between gritted teeth, eyes filling with tears. �I
won�t stand that man touching me again!�
�Hey,�
Nathan whispered, his large hand cupping Sora�s left cheek. Sora pushed it
away. �Hey!� he said again, gripping his face with both hands now. �Listen to me!� he said through gritted
teeth, keeping his voice low. Sora stilled immediately, but his eyes kept their
defiant edge. �You can�t say things like that. Not now. Not here.�
�Why not?� Sora whispered back harshly, his voice and lips
trembling with barely concealed rage. �I�ll kill each and every last one of
them if I have to! They didn�t keep their word; they had Riku killed! Why
should I just roll over and accept that without doing anything?!� he got up and
turned to Nathan, eyes aflame, voice angry beyond control. �He was the love of
my life!� he yelled, knowing that there were guards right outside the door.
�The love of my life,� he then whispered to Nathan in a pleading tone, his
voice breaking.
Nathan
took him into his arms and held him tightly to him, supporting him as he broke
down in more tears and wordless wails. �I understand Sora�� he said against his
hair. �I do��
�Then
why don�t you let me?� Sora whimpered brokenly, holding on to him in his
desolation. �You told me� they took you away from your family too. How can you
accept what they�ve made you become?�
Nathan
smiled into his hair and shook his head slightly. �That�s the thing, Sora. They
haven�t turned me into anything.�
Sora
took a step back and they stared at each other for a few moments.
�They
never turned me into something. I never let them.�
Confusion
etched over the brunette�s face. �But the clients and the�� he shuddered and
wrapped his arms around himself, refusing to feel the ghost hands run all over
his body.
�Just
because they make me bed with men against my will, doesn�t make me a whore. I
never had low self-esteem issues and I�m not going to let them take what�s left
of it away. Never. I am who I choose to be.� Nathan
looked into his eyes intently. �If you let them take everything away, you�ll
become no better than they are.�
�Fuck��
Sora whimpered, closing his eyes and looking away, his entire body trembling.
He knew Nathan was right, but it was so damn hard to not just give into this
pent up rage and anger.
�Hey,�
Nathan whispered, making Sora look at him again. �Do you think Riku would want
you to become a killer?�
�Nate��
Sora murmured pleadingly, shaking his head. �It�s so hard.�
He
nodded, reaching out to him again. �I�m glad you came to me.�
Sora
smiled a little and leaned into his touch, placing a hand against his holding
his face. �There�s no one else I can turn to in this goddamned place��
Nathan
moved closer and brought his other hand on his other cheek. �I�m here,� he
said, wiping away the tears rolling down Sora�s face.
�Nate��
�It�s
alright�� he whispered, kissing his cheek softly and slowly working his way up
towards his full lips. �I�m here, Sora��

Afterwards,
they lay on the bed, entangled in the sheets and each other, staring into the
other�s eyes.
�I
think I�m going to be late�� Sora whispered with a small, sleepy smile as he
struggled to keep his eyes open. �I�m supposed to open the gallery today� �
�Then� I indeed think you�re going to be late,�
Nathan whispered with a dreamy smile of his own, his right hand resting lightly
on the brunette�s left hip.
�Yeah��
Sora sighed, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to him.
Nathan
watched him succumb to sleep a few moments later and leaned in to land a soft
kiss on his forehead.
After
their first meeting on the helicopter pad on the top of the villa three months
ago, he had immediately become attached to the little brunette and they had
become more and more familiar with each other before becoming friends, then
confidants and finally lovers. That last stage of their relationship had only
begun two weeks ago on a stormy and particularly emotional night for Sora after
Kadaj had brutally abused of him. They sought each
other up for comfort and somehow found it in each other�s arms in bed. He had
known to not expect too much from this new turn, but Sora seemed to find great
solace in being with him and therefore never asked about how he felt about it
with Riku in the back of his mind, even though Nathan knew Sora struggled with
it in his own time.
He
watched this young man that had been through so much in his short life and
wished with all his heart that no matter what lay in store for him, he�d still
maintain that immaculate innocence he saw shining through his eyes now and
then.

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Gallerie
Montesquieu was located in the centre of the city, on a high-class shopping
boulevard a couple of miles away from the beach.

Sora
was currently on the top floor of the gallery, checking the list of artworks
that needed to be moved to the Locker for the inventory of later that week. He
turned to the two workmen standing next to a gigantic block of crafted marble
and nodded towards them, pointing with his pen in the direction of the service
elevator at the other end of the floor. �That one too, please,� he said.
The
men nodded and went to work in silence. Sora took a last look around the
emptied space and nodded. The gallery was presenting the works of a new artist
tonight and they needed this floor to display her works.
Sora
glanced at his watch and groaned, �For the love of��
He
had been calling the delivery company for over a week now, and they had
guaranteed him that the collection would be brought in in
time for the exposition, which was but 4 hours away now.
Sora
descended the stairs to his office on the first floor. �Emma,� he asked his
secretary, �have you heard from those chuckleheads yet?�
�Non, monsieur,� the pretty brunette said with a shake of her
curls and an amused smile. �They �aven�t
yet.� She handed him a document holder, �Monsieur Xehanort
faxed dhis through for you a little while ago.�
�Thanks,�
he whispered, quickly stepping out of the office with his heart thundering in
his chest.
He
knew what it was that he held in his hand, it was the same thing every month.
The
list of men he would have to charm tonight at the reception.
Sora
took a breath to calm himself and leant against the
wall just outside the office, needing a few moments to recompose himself. The
men he was forced to offer his charms to were often high muckamucks
in the business world that Xehanort wanted to
influence in becoming potential clients of the Nobuhiro
Zaibatsu, now renamed Nobuhiro Financial
Conglomerate. It wasn�t even something the company relied on, but it kept Sora
and others in his situation out of the big boss�s hair and most importantly;
obedient and mute. This job as manager was just something to keep Sora busy,
something Xehanort had offered to him as a reprieve,
something that would help him ground himself better in his new life.
Strangely
enough, it did help Sora on some days� there were even days when he had been
able to smile aboveboard, when he had enjoyed selling artworks to rich and even
famous people.
But
it never helped him forget what he had sacrificed.
�Hello�?�
Sora
pushed himself away from the wall and quickly wiped off some stray tears. A
potential costumer had just walked in.
�Hello,
anyone here?�
�May
I help you?� Sora asked with a soft smile, descending the last flight of steps
leading to the ground floor and main exhibition hall.
The
young, blond woman twirled around at the sound of his voice, taking off her too
large, designer sunglasses. Her big green eyes twinkled happily at the sight of
him and she grinned a big toothed smile his way. �Hi,
I was wondering if it�s possible to rent artwork here. Is it? Because I have
seen this marvelous Matrenkaja hanging from outside
the display window and I just want it in my house for this party I�m organizing
at the end of the month.�
Sora
chuckled a little at the amazing speed she was propelling those words out of
her mouth and the absolute rich-girl air she was giving off with it. Some
people really lived in a reality of their own�
�Yes,�
he answered with a smile, looking up at the painting in question, �we do rent
out paintings and sculptures.� He resisted a giggle at her enthusiastic squeal,
�Perhaps if you are interested in more work from Matrenkaja,
you can come to her exhibition tonight.�
�Oh,
it would be absolutely wonderful if you could put me on the guest list!� she
exclaimed breathlessly, �I would love to meet her, she is my hero!�
Sora
smiled politely and moved to the reception desk behind him. �Have you studied
art?�
�Yes,�
she nodded, rumbling around in her over-sized golden Gucci bag and taking out a
contact card. �In Paris last summer. Ugh! I completely
fell in love with the city!�
Sora
took the card she was holding out and began writing down the information he
needed on the guest list of tonight�s event. �I hear it�s gorgeous during
summer,� he glanced at the card again, �Miss Heartly.�
�It
is! It absolutely is!� she said, making a definite movement with her perfectly manicured
right hand. She then looked around and frowned, �At what time is this
exhibition?�
�8.30, miss.�
She
bit her lower lip and leaned in a little, �Do you think I could get a sneak
peak?�
Sora
shook his head a little and grinned, �Don�t you think I�d lose my job?� Not even if I did show her, he thought.
�Oh!
Of course!� she said with an embarrassed chuckle,
�What was I thinking! I�m so sorry!�
Sora
shook his head, �No it�s alright,� he shrugged, �There is nothing up there to
show yet, anyway. We are still waiting for the transport company that�s
supposed to bring the collection in.�
�Whoa,
that�s going to be a close call.�
He
sighed and looked at his watch again, �I�m afraid so.�
�Hey,
what company is it anyway?�
�Ilford Transport, why?�
�She suddenly grinned widely and took a bottle
of water out of her bag. �Those people are such screw ups,
they probably lost the cargo by now.�
Sora
frowned, mildly worried, �Have you done business with them before?�
She
took a sip from the bottle and shook her head, �No, but they�re my father�s
main competition.�
�Your
father owns a transport company?�
She
nodded, �Yeah, well, transport and warehousing. �Kingdom
Logistics�. Here,� she handed him another card with the information.
�They can get the artwork here in an hour if it�s stored nearby.�
�Yeah,�
Sora said with enthusiasm, �It�s stored at a warehouse near the Port
of Fontvielle.�
�That�s absolutely not far from
here!� she said with unmasked surprise.
Sora nodded, �Which tempts me
even more to call your father�s company��
She placed a hand on his arm
and smiled, �Hey, you have to do what you have to do, right? I�m not forcing
your arm here or anything.�
�What?� Sora laughed, �Those
idiots from Ilford promised to deliver like a week
ago, but every time they postponed it and now look where I�m at.�
�Alright, let me call my
father�s company, maybe I can get them to deliver even faster!� she said with a
wink, taking out her strass-covered cell phone.
�Oh, but I couldn�t ask��
�No problem!� she said over her
shoulder with a grin. �And by the way, my name is Riquelle,
but friends call me Rikka.�
Sora rose
a brow at how similar to Riku her name sounded and before he knew it, he nodded
in acknowledgement.� �I�m Sora.�
�Nice to meet you,� she giggled
before her attention went to her phone again.

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The night was hot and
sweltering as expected and the art exhibition was a complete success; they had
sold over three quarters of the entire collection in a few hours.
�Congratulations, Sora, you
have done well with your preparations.�
Sora turned from his leaning
position against the balcony railing outside the galleries� first floor. �Mr Norbert, you�ve made it.�
�Yes,� the middle aged, bald
man said with a smirk, �I wouldn�t have missed it for the world, no matter what
that damn doctor says.� He made his way over to the young male, his cane
hitting the paved floor rhythmically with every other step. He placed an
encouraging hand on the brunette�s shoulder and squeezed it lightly. �I heard
you were quite in a predicament before opening tonight?�
�Yes sir, the collection
arrived only 3 hours before it was to be exposed,� Sora explained to the owner
of the gallery. �If it hadn�t been for Miss Heartly,
I don't know when the artwork would�ve arrived.�
�I trust you have dismissed the
company you asked help from before?�
�Oh yes, I will never work with
them again.�
�Good, good�� he coaxed Sora
back into the crowded room, leaning a little on Sora with an arm. �And this
Miss Heartly, who is she?�
�She is here,� Sora said with a
smirk and a nod in the direction of the cute blonde standing a few feet away in
a sober black dress, staring at a vivaciously colored painting with a dreamy
smile on her blood red lips. �Right over there. She is an avid fan of the artist.�
�Oh, is she now?� George
Norbert whispered with interest.
�Shall I introduce you?� Sora
asked with a knowing smile.
�No, no� that�s fine, son��
�Alright,� Sora whispered. He
then watched him go to her and saw them striking up a conversation.
He spotted Xehanort
and Nathan a few moments later, talking to a young man Sora recognized as the
director of a local shipping company and another guy dressed completely in
black he did not recognize. He quickly avoided them by taking a left after the
statue of the ecstatic man and slipping into the men�s bathroom.
His back hurt, his thighs hurt,
his arms hurt and he was pretty sure the hairs on the back of his neck hurt.
�God�� he whispered to himself
as he looked at his tired face in the mirror. He just needed to breathe, even
it was but for a minute. These expositions were nothing but a cover-up for what
happened in the basement. And tonight he wouldn�t be part of it if he could
escape it.
��Having a rough night?�
Sora nearly jumped a hole in
the ceiling. �Nate!� he whispered through gritted teeth, holding on to his
chest in an attempt to slow his heartbeat.
�Hello to you too,� the other
brunette said, caressing a soft kiss onto Sora�s right cheek. �I saw you coming
in here. Although �sneaking� would be a more appropriate
word.�
Sora scowled at him through the
mirror and leant onto the sink with a tired sigh. �I�m sneaking out later, I don�t care.�
Nathan wrapped his arms around
his waist and rested his chin in the crook of his shoulder, giving him a
contemplative look in the mirror. �No one�s stopping you,� he said and Sora
released himself from his grip with a roll of his eyes.
�I just want to go sleep.�
Nathan only stared at him.
�Whatever.� Sora walked passed
him and exited.
�There you are, Sora.�
He cringed slightly and slowly
turned apprehensively.
This was exactly what he had
feared all night.
�Are you somehow avoiding me?�
His voice hitched in his
throat. �Kadaj,� he whispered flatly, his heart
dancing a mad tango in his chest.
That smile, that leery, deceptive
smile was etched on his face. The one that told Sora he should run, run now or
live through the promises that smile guaranteed.
But his feet did not move. He
was pinned to the floor, standing there, waiting for his worst nightmare to
come true. Again.
�Hey, baby,� Kadaj breathed into his ear, fingers slipping through his
hair to keep him close. He moaned softly, his excitement evident when he bit
into the higher shell of Sora�s right ear and Sora whimpered. �Did you miss me?
I couldn�t stop thinking about you all day. My dick just wouldn�t stand down��
Sora stood there, still as
rigid as a plank, hands balled on each side of his body, eyes directed up to
the ceiling, emotionlessly staring as the horny whispers in his ears continued.
There was no escaping it now.
Not anymore.
�You have no idea what you do
to me� Those pouty lips of yours� how I�d love to see them wrapped around my
cock again� hear those sounds you make while I fuck your little tight ass over
and over� hmmm��
Sora
got pushed into a dark corner of the hallway they were in, crushed between Kadaj�s body and the wall behind him, gasping out softly at
the pain at the back of his skull. �Kadaj, you�re
hurting me.�
Kadaj chuckled lowly in his throat and pushed some of
Sora�s hair back so he could lick a broad stripe up his throat and then nibble
on his ear again. �You�ve never been too shy of pain before��
�Stop��
he breathed, eyes averted from his face, �Not here��
Kadaj smirked and let go of him, licking his lips as he
admired his work. �You�re so fucking beautiful.�
Sora
pushed himself away from the wall and shakily took a few steps in the direction
of the stairs, searching for support on the railing when he reached it. He felt
so tired and honestly did not believe he�d survive another night with that
monster right now. Sora glanced at the reception going on in the nearby room
and shivered when Kadaj came to block his only escape
route.
Kadaj shook his shoulder length silver hair out of his
slanted green eyes and grinned, placing a hand around the smaller male�s waist.
�Let�s go.�
His
body screamed �no� and he struggled a little as he was
pulled onto his feet. �Please, I just��
�Hey!
Sora!�
They
both looked into the direction of the reception room and saw Riquelle Heartly coming towards
them with an excited grin.
Kadaj loosened his grip on him and let Sora walk over to
her. �H-hey, Rikka� are you enjoying yourself?�
�Yeah,�
she said breathlessly, her smile wavering a little as
she noted the solid grip the silver haired man had on Sora�s right arm. �Are
you leaving?�
�N-no,�
Sora whispered, pulling his arm away from Kadaj, �I�m
not going anywhere, we were just talking. Can I help you with anything?�
Not
wanting to make a scene, Kadaj let the statement
stand, but his lips were now curled into an ugly sneer.
�Oh,�
she whispered, averting her eyes away from Kadaj.
�Well, I was wondering if you�d like to come to my cocktail party at the end of
the month. I would love to have you there, so I can have someone to talk Art
with.�
�I
would love��
�I�m
sorry,� Kadaj interrupted him, smiling disdainfully
at her and placing his arm around Sora�s waist again. �At the end of the month
I�m taking Sora on a yacht-trip on the Mediterranean.� He then turned to the
brunette on his arm, �Did you forget, babe?�
Sora
rolled his eyes to the floor and closed them. It had been foolish to hope for
an escape in the form of this gentle young lady.
�Excuse
me, I believe we haven�t been properly introduced,� Rikka
spoke diplomatically; though it was evident she was trying to keep her
annoyance under the surface. �You are�?�
�Kadaj Aikuro, vice president of��
�The
new Nobuhiro Conglomerate,� she interrupted him with
an unimpressed expression. �I thought I recognized you from somewhere.�
�I
see my reputation has preceded me�� Kadaj said with
fake humbleness.
She
rose an eyebrow at that and held out her hand. �Riquelle Heartly.�
�Nice to meet you, Miss Heartly.� He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back
of her hand.
�So,
obviously my invitation comes a little too late,� Rikka
said, her eyes watching Sora intently. �Too bad.�
�Yes,
too bad indeed�� Kadaj said, sneering again. �Come
on,� he kissed Sora on his temple, �I�m tired.�
In
a moment of panic, Sora reached out to Rikka with a
strained smile, consequently startling her with his abruptness. �I�m sorry I
forgot I had plans already.�
�That�s
alright, Sora,� she whispered with a comforting smile. �Perhaps
some other time.�
�I�d
love to,� he whispered back, tears prickling behind his eyes. They let each other
go.
�Take
care of yourself, Sora,� she said softly. �Mister Aikuro,� she lowered her head slightly in a nod and began
to turn back to the reception.
�Enough
of this,� Kadaj said, yanking Sora in the direction
of the stairs now, nearly making him trip over his own feet.
Sora
only winced, but didn�t protest, having accepted his fate.
Yet
he just couldn�t be a silent warrior like Nate was; accepting the consecutive
blows to his dignity without batting an eye. He hated this man with all his
heart, so much he was certain he was capable of murder if given the chance. He
didn�t want to, but he felt cornered and couldn�t wait any longer. No one was
coming for him; it was a hope he had quickly buried on his second day here. He
had to dig his own way out. He had nothing left to lose.
�What about your friends and family?�
Each
time he thought about them, the hole inside him became darker. If he escaped,
he�d be able to warn them, have them run away, leave Astoria to someplace
safer� Maybe�
When
the blow came, he hadn�t seen it coming. It was the throbbing pain and the
coppery taste in his mouth that brought him back to the present.
They
had gotten to the basement of the building and they were now standing in the
corridor leading to the Locker. No one would come here at this hour of the
night and the monster knew this.
�What
are you waiting for?�
He
was harshly pushed down onto his knees on the hard concrete floor, right in
front of his rigid, weeping cock.
�Kadaj��
Before
his protest could come to a close, his mouth was filled with the bitter taste
of a hard pulsing dick and he gagged, tears filling his eyes as he tried to
breathe, tried to crane his head in the direction the hands pulling on his hair
urgently requested. He ignored the rapid stabs to the back of his throat and
repressed his gag reflex the best he could, taking in shaky breaths through his
nose.
�Look
at me.�
Sora
did, opening his teary eyes, staring at him with all the defiance he could
muster, wanting to bite his dick off.
�Do
it and you know what awaits you,� Kadaj smirked, his
right hand caressing the bulge on the brunette�s left cheek, loving the
knowledge that it was him in there, fucking this pretty thing�s mouth.
Sora
knew all too well what happened the last time he tried to bite Kadaj�s masculine pride� the welts on his inner thighs had
kept him from sitting comfortably for a whole week and the bruises on his
ankles and wrists had hurt for days.
So
he kept quiet, listening intently to Kadaj�s
breathing pattern, hoping for that one guttural groan that would announce the
end of his ordeal.
The
groan came, sooner than he had anticipated, and he prepared himself for the
searing rush down his throat, closing his eyes tightly.
What
he hadn�t anticipated was the dull sound of a fist connecting with flesh and Kadaj�s startled grunt as he was knocked out cold. Sora
opened his eyes and found everything to still be black. He let go of the cock
and blindly stood to his feet, feeling around him for the wall and finding the
unconscious body of Kadaj lying at his feet. He took
three startled steps back and bumped into something�or rather, someone and
gasped.
�What�?�
�Shh� don�t be afraid��
Sora
froze.
�It�ll
all be over soon. Hold on just a little longer, I�m here now. Nothing will ever
keep me away from you again.�
Strong
arms wrapped around him and Sora trembled, not believing it was happening, not
believing it was even possible.
Was
it a dream? Oh please, let it be a dream� he couldn�t bare being deceived in
this reality again�
�Look
out for me when you least expect it.�
And
with that the warm body was gone and the darkness around him was lifted,
leaving him shivering in the corridor.
Sora
slid down to the floor, his heart beating madly, his body tingling with renewed
hope.
�Oh
thank God�� he whimpered, covering his mouth as the
tears rolled down his cheeks. �Thank God� you�re not dead��

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To be continued�

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