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Love:: Misunderstanding
By : hachi-miitsu
Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe
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Okay. Seriously, I think I have a twisted tendency to make female characters male. Unfortunately for all ya'll...I'm pretty unapologetic about it. Shelke was born a guy because he's not as drama-tick as Xion. But yeah, you guessed it: ShelkexReno oneshot CUZ I CAN YO. ...what? You thought I killed him? Why would I go and do a thing like that? -innocent face-

It picks up right after Shelke goes snooping in Roxas's apartment and finds out Vincent's alive. Just a little FYI; it's rather ironic that I write love stories even though I hate them so much. Makes me feel better if I can kill characters off… I MEAN…*cough*

Pantera's Cemetery Gates played the whole time I was sketching the relationship between Rude and Reno Q.Q Blah.

*pokes* Now read my little fic-a-lick. It's being broken into two parts because I'm not done with the whole thing and its totaling 30 pages so far xD

Chapter 15: Meek Meets Mad Meets Malignant Part I

The backhand stung as it sent him careening backwards. It was more than instinct, how the brunet clenched his teeth so he wouldn't bite his tongue.

Hojo loomed over him, glasses flashing as they caught the light swinging like a pendulum overhead. He didn't think of comforting things, of protection because the boy didn't have any precedent to go by.

He always relied on staying invisible for his safety in Regenesis. Ever since his parents had fallen to the hands of death from their debts, ever since Hojo had seen fit to grant him mercy as a child and take him in, this is how he repaid the kindness. He was the 'bitch' who kept his head down and scurried to do the bidding of the other members...especially Hojo. And he did it well because he knew what it took to fade into the background; to watch, to wait, to listen. At least, that's how it had always been for him...then Reno came.

"Shelke darling, repeat what you just said."

The boy froze from his position on the ground, where he'd rolled onto his stomach. In another universe, if he were a girl, he might be choking on his fear. It would be suicide now either way. He couldn't shake his head. He couldn't repeat... "I... I said I don't wan—ah!"

"Mm, that's what I thought you said", Hojo purred, fisting into chocolate locks and hauling the teen to his feet. "But see...that doesn't make sense to me." His thumb swiped Shelke's lower lip in a tender gesture, parted Shelke's mouth that panted with pain as his eyes—evil pools of tar behind his glasses—bore holes with their anger.

Shelke's eyes snapped shut. He mustn't get lost in that gaze.

Hojo's breath stank of licorice and something vaguely metallic. He was speaking again. "What you need to understand is that I am the one in charge here and you will do as I say."

Shelke nodded as much as his boss's grip would allow.

Hojo released him and flexed his fingers before pushing up his glasses. "Besides, you like him anyway. It's time you learn to take care of the pet."

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Shelke wasn't sure he'd ever get used to coming down these stairs. What made him most uncomfortable; the task he had to do when he was sent to this dank place, or that he was starting to kind of look forward to it?

The youngest member of Regenesis poked his tongue out, brows furrowed in concentration as he balanced a tray of food in one hand and some bathing materials in the other.

His footsteps sounded jarring in the tight space as he maneuvered himself carefully down the passageway. Shelke blew a relieved breathe when his feet left the metal stairs and planted on solid concrete. He swayed a minute before continuing.

Left, right, left down the naked, dingy halls. Harsh fluorescent buzzed above him. He picked up the pace as he rounded the corner, heart thudding—

And smacked right into Kadaj.

The platinum coifed teen grunted from the collision while Shelke flailed and, miraculously, managed to recover without dropping a thing. He trained his eyes down. Best not instigate Kadaj either. He was one of the more...unstable members.

Shelke's scowl deepened as he caught the elder male zipping up his fly in the cornflower of his peripherals. The boy flinched when a warm finger and thumb snagged his jaw, leading Shelke to lock gazes with twin aquamarine.

Kadaj was smirking.

Shelke's stomach sank. "Let me pass", he mumbled, attempting to look away but being held fast.

"No wonder you're known as Shelke the Transparent." Kadaj's fingers carded through fanning brunet strands. "You just fade into the background don't you?" Kadaj puffed a hot breath against Shelke's ear, husky laughter rolling over the sensitive flesh. A shiver gripped the younger male's spine with shaking fingers.

"Let me pass Kadaj", Shelke said again, voice stronger this time.

The smirk sharpened into a downright sneer. He looked behind him at the door he just walked out of. Shelke bit his lip and followed Kadaj's line of sight. "You're lucky the boss has taken such a shine to you." He jerked his head, silver hair flicking out of his eyes as he gestured with his chin. "That could be you, you know? But then", Kadaj's hand drifted into dangerous territory as it left Shelke's face and skittered a slow path down his spine. "That might not be so bad. You'd probably like that wouldn't you?" Kadaj flexed his fingers, palming where they came to rest on Shelke's ass.

Shying away, Shelke schooled his features and shifted the things he was carrying. Just ignore them, he thought. Just ignore them and do what you're told and everything will be alright.

Kadaj delivered a playful swat then sauntered past with a harsh bark of laughter. "Oh, and Shelke?" Kadaj turned back. "Good luck. He was feistier than usual today." Patting his groin with a satisfied grin, Kadaj finally headed up the stairs, the heavy thud of his boots never seeming to fade as Shelke's heart synchronized with the ominous sound.

He sucked in a few deep breaths to ground himself. When that didn't help because they tasted like frigid mold and alcohol, he pushed forward anyways. He sighed and balanced the tray and cleaning supplies with one arm while he nudged the heavy door open. His nose crinkled at the waft of stench that blasted him in the face, making the air out in the hall seem fresh. It was sweat, and sex, and fear.

Carefully setting down his burden, Shelke padded toward the darkest corner of the small room. His eyes dragged over the sad furnishings, the walls cold, damp, and made of cement. A dirty mattress with springs poking out in odd places was shoved into the corner. The only light came from the large crack under the rusty door. It sliced through the darkness with such naked intent that even the rats feared to scurry across its path.

There was nothing else in the small room, not even a window. Though the cement should've muffled all sound, it seemed to only amplify them in this desolate place. All around , the floor buzzed with the screams of other prisoners here; whores, ones who didn't pay their debts on time, snitches. It was an entire catacomb of the damned.

He pulled up short when something grey rippled in the dark. Shelke tilted his chin down, hunching his shoulders. The boy took another step towards the corner.

He could see it now, a figure curled up adjacent from the mattress, as far as it could get from the door. Fiery red hair, long and matted acted as it's only protection and because it was waist long, the figure kept it wrapped tightly about him like a blanket. It wasn't much shelter and it didn't quite conceal that he was naked as the day he was born.

"Reno", he whispered.

The grey blob squirmed then scooted closer to the wall, hugging knees to his chest and hiding his face when Shelke shuffled a little closer. Shelke knelt down and held out a hand.

"Reno", he called softly. "It's me."

The figure stirred but didn't lift his head. Pity clutched Shelke's heart as he brought his cleaning supplies over and knelt again by Reno's side. The man was older than him yet infinitely more childlike and broken. "If you come out I can give you some food and a nice ba—ah!"

It was a blur. Reno made no sound as he launched himself forward and tackled Shelke to the ground. Struggling against the bolt of panic racing through him, Shelke rolled with Reno before he was soundly pinned against the floor, wrists stretched high above him. He was helpless.

Fingers squeezed, bruised. Reno's chest heaved with rattling gasps, his eyes close enough that Shelke could see them; dilated, glittering, wild. It wasn't the nakedness of his body that Shelke felt, it was those eyes as they pierced right through him and stole his breath.

The eyes were the doorways to the soul. It was something he'd always noticed first on a person, and a feature he'd quickly learned to fear, the way they fade when a man is broken.

In Hojo, he could see a merciless predator. And Hojo had broken many men. When Hojo tortured someone, the humanity slid right out of him and his eyes turned as dead and black as a shark's.

In Kadaj he could see nothing but a tempest that lashed out suddenly, glittering drugged insanity.

In Vincent, regret and strength soaked in blood.

In Reno…

Shelke swallowed, mouth working in a soundless cry of pain. Reno's eyes were lost and hurt, but far from empty whenever he was riled.

Reno shoved between his thighs, blunt, dirty nails digging into Shelke's wrists. He dipped his head to sniff at Shelke's neck, a deep, animalistic sound rattling from deep within him.

"Reno", Shelke gasped. This should've scared him but it didn't, because this was such a common occurrence. He lost count of how many times he'd come in here, to this broken excuse of a man, trying and failing to put the pieces back together. Shelke failed to help because he couldn't find all the pieces. "Reno, stop…"

The redhead looming above him bared his teeth, the chain around his ankle tinkling with a lyrical quality as it dragged across the cement. He released his grip on Shelke's wrists and threw himself back, scooting away and swatting at an invisible enemy before he hid his face in his arms again.

Shelke sat up, gulping for air and crawled over to wrap the shaking man in a loose, one armed hug. He placed his free hand against Reno's grimy cheek and used his thumb to stroke soft circles. The subtle act was affectionate enough to call Reno from his baser instincts. Shelke combed his fingers through the tangled strands of Reno's hair and murmured comforting nonsense. Reno didn't fight Shelke's hold. The worst part was over.

"Its alright, you didn't hurt me."

Reno twitched and clenched his fists but didn't lift his head. Shelke's sternum gave a spasm. He could see the guilt eating away at Reno where anguish had missed; picking bones clean of flesh and meat and everything human.

Breathing a sigh through his nose, the younger male had to pause for a moment. Shelke remembered the day Reno was dragged here. He remembered the pride and wretched love in his voice, felt the screams—like they were coming from his own throat—rip at something deep inside as Reno filled the basement halls with pain and hatred while he was raped and used over and over again. Then after, when there were no hands touching him, it was his mind's turn to have a go, to torture him with memories of his beloved, and the helplessness of his…position while poison thrummed in his veins in a guise to help him cope.

Shelke remembered feeling true revulsion when those screams finally ceased, giving way to a silence that was infinitely more frightening in its vastness. Parts of Reno had died with that other guy Rude. Parts that Shelke couldn't hold, and so he couldn't put this man back together, not completely. He could only offer small comforts, bathing and feeding the broken man like a child.

Scars littered his body from his earlier days as a Triad and fresh wounds were coagulating into ugly, pink puckers from cigarette burns and lines that crossed over the old ones from blades and jagged fingernails and whatever else those who used Reno sought to torment him with. His nose was crooked from where Hojo had broken it, the cartilage never healed right.

The sad story of Reno's life was stitched into his skin like brail. Now there were punctures up his arms from needles, ugly gashes carved where he'd tried to rip them out, then was punished. Countless bruises bloomed over his throat and wrists and legs.

Reno was the favorite whore in Regenesis because he still fought. He'd been the longest to retain it so far. They might as well reward him with the best buzz after.

Shelke felt sick. Everywhere hands had touched him Shelke saw because they left their prints behind. His breath hitched with a realization. Kadaj was right. Shelke was lucky because things could always could get worse for him.

Shoving those thoughts aside, Shelke guided the man's legs down and nudged them open. Reno didn't resist. He sat there, speckled in wounds and cum that was still warm. Some dribbled out of his body as he was shifted around like a puppet but Reno didn't wince. He didn't cry out in pain, or shrink away.

However—as Shelke squeezed out a rag of hot water and took his first careful swipes across Reno's naked thighs—a pale hand shot down and closed around his wrist. With strength Shelke didn't realize Reno still had, he was dragged forward. Reno's hand left his wrist and tangled their fingers together before he guided the hand more carefully to his mouth to litter sloppy kisses over their joined flesh.

"Rude", he mumbled, eyes slipping shut and expression teetering between agony and bliss. "Oh, Rude..." He moved Shelke's hand down over his neck, where a dark mark was forming like a collar, where Kadaj had forced his belt around Reno's throat as he rode him.

Shelke's lips twisted in distaste. That was just like the bastard.

"You seem to like that filth", he heard Hojo chuckle in his ear. "So he can be your pet project. You will be in charge of his care, you will make sure that he is always in top condition to relieve my boys of their tension if they choose him. That is the purpose of a whore...unless you'd rather take his place?"

Shelke shied away from his cowardice when he'd made his face go blank. He didn't want to...be the one...but this wasn't right.

Stay invisible, stay safe. His mantra drowned Hojo's sneers and Reno's desolation. Yes, this was his purpose.

Reno jerked him back to the present as he panted and dragged Shelke's hand further down, over his stomach and finally over his cock. Shelke tried to pull back, away from the velvety heat that pulsed under his fingers but Reno held him there and bit his lip, thrusting, seeking, begging.

Shelke relaxed, stroked slow and hard, once, making Reno double over, a scratchy, choked whimper losing itself against the warmth of Shelke's neck. He nuzzled and teethed over the fragrant skin as he started to tremble.

"They've drugged you again, haven't they? This soon?" Shelke's brows drew together, already having his answer because of Reno's affectionate behavior. Reno pressed himself closer to Shelke with a husky, panting whine.

"Reno…stop, please. Let me clean you. A-and you need to eat."

A wordless croak of protest answered him when he drew his hand away. Distressed, Reno reached for him as Shelke scooted back and stopped him from following. Shelke gave him a kind smile even though his heart was breaking because he knew he had to avoid that lost, hurt look . He hooked the man's elbow and helped him regain shaky feet. Together, they limped across the room, Reno content to bury his face in Shelke's hair until they reached the mattress.

All seemed to be going well until Shelke lowered Reno to sit. His panic was instantaneous as he scrambled off the bed and pressed his face against the crook of Shelke's neck again, clinging to his shoulders and heedless of how awkward the position was because he was so much taller.

Shelke pried him off again, biting his lip while a crease formed between his brows. Even with the atrocities that Regenesis committed, he was a gentle soul by nature and this hurt him. "Reno, come on now."

"R-Rude…hurts", Reno choked.

With a sigh, the brunet barked, "Get back."

He watched flashes of emotion flit across Reno's face; shock, anxiety, confusion before his face wiped itself cleaner than a slate. If Shelke pried Reno's thoughts into the open right now they would probably be nothing but white noise. It was better this way though…for both of them.

With Reno subservient like this, stuck in the numbing subspace his mind used as survival mode, Shelke could come in, bathe him, feed him, and callously prep him for the next person that wanted to use Reno's body.

Woe fall to them both if Shelke tried to see him as human.

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Worthless toys deserve to be broken.

Icy air crawled over damp skin, forcing Reno to convulse. He didn't move any more than that, he couldn't afford the further weariness in his aching muscles. Laying on his stomach, lifeless and empty, glassy eyes dragged over the room.

He didn't try to curl up and keep warm. There wasn't a sheet to cover himself with anyway, and his body…couldn't move.

Shelke...Shelke was a good kid. But he didn't know why the brat bothered. He never stayed clean and fed for long. The sex burned what little food he could get down out of his system.

When the door finally shut earlier, leaving him alone again, he remembered clawing at the mattress, trying to pull himself from the grimy surface and into the corner where he felt safe, but…the renewed pain that any attempt at motion brought was too costly. Especially now. If he moved, the tear might reopen…the bleeding would start again…His ass, his throat…

He blinked and swallowed. These thoughts were vague snatches of awareness drifting in the back of his mind. The rest of him was hollow, a slow, brokenhearted repetition of: Rude…ude…de…

For a long time, nothing else existed. When something fresh flickered inside him, intruding from somewhere else, cutting off the endless mantra, he moaned.

How the arrogant have fallen. You were proud once...an invincible Dragon but now look at you. Look at where fraternizing with the enemy has gotten you.

No, he groaned. Rude is worth it. Rude...

Ha! Don't fool yourself. You betrayed him. He'll never want to touch your filthy body now. If he could see this…But he can't. Rude is d-dea…

The unwelcome thought and familiar voice brought memories with them. At the first flash of crystalline recollection, a wave of nausea rolled Reno's stomach. It swept his mind away and made him tremble. It was... far too powerful…

Right where he lay, Reno vomited.

The small mess was little more than stomach acid—Reno hadn't eaten dinner for a while because he hadn't earned it…hadn't pleased them enough with his body.

When the purge was over, Reno squeezed his eyes shut, grit his teeth and turned his head toward the wall. Renewed agony forced him to stop moving before he could try to scoot off the mattress. Not that he could have escaped…

Memories of hands, pain, violence. Memories of a snarled demand, hot and suffocating against the shell of his ear.

"Tell me what they're planning."

They…his brothers…Triads.

Unable to struggle, barely able to think, Reno focused on the one thing he had left. Silence would've been easier, but he forced answers from his choking voice, through his tears and through his throat, raw with screams.

"F-Fuck yo-u Ho…jo."

"You want more, little bitch? That can be arranged."

"Ahhh! N-no…!"

"I am your master now. Tell. Me. What. They're. Planning!" He'd punctuated each word with a gut-wrenching slam of hips that stole Reno's breath and polluted his mind.

Pain was his true master though, as it tore him apart from the inside out. Reno couldn't see past his own tears, could barely draw in enough air to speak, but he had to. He had to. He would not let them…

"D-don't know. I was a th-ugh! I don't know! Ngh..."

An endless string of filthy names poured into his ears after that, corroding his soul and driving into the deepest places in his body. But the questions had stopped. Reno held onto his mind long enough to hope this meant Hojo believed him…then he'd turned every remaining fragment of himself to surviving the pain.

Because there was nothing else. Not the faintest trace of pleasure, not even a sliver of twisted arousal…not after his body was conditioned to receive this brutality by Hojo's hand. Nothing, nothing smothered the horror, the absolute revulsion that gripped Reno's body as this man—the one who'd murdered Rude—dirtied him.

A flicker of detached curiosity whispered now, because he was alone and the wraiths were allowed to descend like carrion to devour the rest of him—Will he punish me later…because I didn't cum for him…?

It was soon gone. The memories kept replaying, the cruel voice of his attacker, over and over, in harmony now with another voice that whispered in his mind, snaking through the horrible images and horrible words and singing softly with thoughts of despair. You never deserved better than this anyway, this is what you get for being greedy, you trash. This is what you get for being so weak.

His heart's longing whisper of Rude, Rude, Rude…strong Rude, patient Rude, wise and invincible and d-dea…painted a clear picture in his mind of his lover walking in and lifting him up from this vile bed and taking him away…until the other voice broke in, drowning that dream in black tar with cold, wet fingers.

If he walked in now, he'd take one look at you and leave. Can you imagine the disgust on his face, once he saw what you really are? You were strong and proud before but now all you can do is lick their feet and grovel for more. Can't you see the loathing in those beautiful eyes that he only showed to you…?

Then that dreaded scene was all Reno could see, because tears spilled from his glassy eyes and poured down his cheeks, blinding him to everything else.

Don't come…don't look at me…Rude…

Time passed.

Kadaj. His little brothers tag-teaming as they liked to do. Tseng. Elena. Elena, always watching, always polluting the air with lusty little hisses as she watched her boyfriend go to town.

Hojo…Hojo. Reno slumped into the damp mattress, unable to do anything about the IV needle in his arm or the perpetual hell it brought.

Hojo hadn't said a word about Reno's lack of arousal when he'd raped him the first time. But after a while it seemed to bother the big boss so he ordered to have the redhead hooked to a stream of protomateria in it's most potent form: liquid. This ensured a constant, torturous state of arousal, whether or not anyone was present to take advantage of that.

Abortive little wiggles against the sharp springs poking out of the mattress did nothing to lessen his misery. Sickened by the irony that his only moments of relief from the maddening need came when his captors suddenly appeared out of his fevered haze to rape him, Reno gave in, allowed himself to finally climax and regain his sanity for a few cold minutes before the drug took effect again.

Past the muddled pain and sick need, Reno knew why this was happening. And he felt something else too, though it was merely a stray suspicion in those precious, wretched moments of clarity as Hojo closed the door behind him time after time: if this went on long enough his mind would truly break, leaving his body craving mindlessly for sex. I'll never leave this place.

No one would come look for him. No one even payed. Hojo just snapped his fingers, Reno spread his legs, and anyone could have him. It would have been easier to control him if he was scared of death, but he wasn't. So they tied him down and pumped him full of drugs.

The realization barely occurred to him in one of the moments of post-rape lucidity…when the door opened again. He stiffened, flinching at the resulting pain but unable to help it. It wasn't often that he heard Hojo come in. Usually, he just woke up in the beginning of the man's attack. And Hojo had just left! Not again…not already! I can't…I…

Reno wrapped his shattered pride around himself and stubbornly refused to make a sound. He thought, if I stay silent, if I don't acknowledge this…then it won't happen…it won't…happen…

He sealed his lips. Reno was able to recognize touches by now and luckily it wasn't Hojo's palms dragging down his ravaged back. These were Kadaj's savage fingers that dug into his skin, that clutched and groped. "On your knees."

The simple command was accompanied by a slap as Kadaj dragged Reno's hips up and spread his thighs. It was quick, yet no less brutal, the way his thrusts drilled hard and deep into Reno's sore body. The redhead ignored the sounds of flesh slapping together and Kadaj's hoarse moans as he fought the urge to gag when he suddenly came. The familiar sensation of an unwelcome orgasm; hot, rancid, and sticky, gushed into his ass. Disgusting, disgusting, don't cry, don't make a sound…Rude…

When Kadaj was done, he rolled off Reno then zipped his fly back up. Crouching, he stroked Reno's flank like he was some beast, silent, smirking, a loathsome presence that made Reno's humiliation sting that much more.

The worst part, maybe, wasn't even the pain or being used like a public toilet. Those things weren't new. The worst part was probably how, within minutes of an experience so revolting it made him want to throw up, Reno's body would be forced back into a state of frustrated arousal by the never-ending drip in his bloodstream. It's just the drug, I can't help it, it's just the drug.He knew. But that wasn't how it felt.

It felt as if his body liked what was happening. And the more his body responded to the drug while the memory of rape was still cooling on his skin, the more frantic and horrified Reno felt. He wanted to cry and he wanted to scream and he wanted, needed so much for the cycle to end, for rescue to come or for some way of escape. Before it was too much.

Too late.

Hojo visited him again and this time the needle was yanked from his arm. Fingers convulsing, muscles throbbing, he no less rejoiced that the IV was finally, mercifully, gone.

Reno groaned when his face was snatched, cheeks squeezed until his mouth was pried open. Hojo force-fed him a few small pills from a prescription bottle. A glass of water shoved against his mouth, the plastic cutting his gums and when Reno tried to struggle, Hojo cracked him across the face.

Reno stopped fighting and slurped the water until Hojo was mollified. The man sat back on his haunches, expression clinical while he watched Reno like a snake might study a mouse. Reno gulped air as his world tilted from nausea. It took a few minutes, the pills were counteracting the other drugs, and they would offer him a few hours of sanity at most, or that's what he thought Hojo was saying. The madness and unwanted heat subsided from his body, leaving him cold and drained. But his mind…oh God it was so unfair…his mind raced with fearful, tortured guesses at what would happen.

Guesses at what would happen…now.

His wrists were dragged behind him, and he cried out when Hojo yanked him to his feet. The man led him to the corner and forced him to his knees, locked him to the wall with his arms above his head. Chained again… What does he think I can even do against him at this point?

Reno struggled to hold his head up. He clung to his mind, his will, and each moment of awareness, despite the agony, was welcome. Sober eyes drifted vacantly downward. Oh God… Reno gagged and this time, a thin stream of bile dribbled down his chest. The naked body before him…his body was covered with bruises and scratches, broken skin, smeared with dry and drying…fluids.

The room around him, the ratty bed, he could suddenly smell and it was a mess, reeking of sweat and the vile things that had been done here. Done tome.

You were dirty before…look at younow…

…so disgusting…so f-filthy! He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the sight. Reno had never been so repulsed by his own body…so desperate to crawl out of his spoiled skin.

Please let this end…

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"I don't want to."

"You don't have a choice, worm. Boss's orders." Kadaj smirked down at him and grabbed the scruff of his shirt before dragging him bodily down the stairs. "Come on, it won't be that bad. You don't have to participate, just watch. You can sit with Elena, she never touches him either. It'll put some hair on your chest. Been getting too close to that dog and you need a little reminder that he doesn't deserve to be called human."

Shelke's insides went cold. Before he could pause, Kadaj was shoving him forward again. The younger male gagged as he teetered on the edge of falling. With an irritated sigh, Kadaj hauled him over his shoulder mid-step and took the last few stairs at a leap.

"Put me down", Shelke squeaked.

"Keep your short-shorts on. We're here." Kadaj set him down roughly and held open the door for him. Shelke felt his knees shake as he took his first hesitant steps, crying out when Kadaj shoved him again, this time hard enough to knock him down.

He took a few shaky breaths and lifted his head. He could already hear the sounds of Reno struggling. He must've been gagged because he wasn't crying out. Grunts that weren't his filled the dark air, chains scratching at the floor.

"Welcome to the party", Elena murmured next to Shelke's ear. He shot up and she caught him with soft laughter. Kadaj went to stand in the corner where there were two…other…

Oh God.

Reno was gagged with something alright. Terror was plainly visible in his open eyes, tearing up as he fought for oxygen around Tseng's notable girth. The sharp man snapped his hips forward again with a gruff moan and met Kadaj's lecherous grin with one of his own.

Silver hair rippling, Kadaj dropped to his knees and tucked himself close to Reno's back until his pale ass was pressed tight into the curve of Kadaj's lap. Reno, for his part, jerked with surprise and panic, bound hands flexing behind him in a futile attempt to push Kadaj off.

"Now sweetheart", Tseng growled above them, "Don't be so mean."

Elena snickered and snatched Shelke's chin when he started to avert his eyes. "Watch", she warned, guiding them both over to sit against the wall while the scene unfolded. For extra incentive, she took her gun out and nudged it snugly between Shelke's legs. He cried out at the cold barrel that made his crotch throb. She stroked his stomach but didn't move the gun anymore, it was simply a reminder that he was here for the same purpose as her.

Reno was drawn to the sound. He knew that the blonde liked to watch, sick bitch, but he wanted to wretch when he found Shelke staring back at him, brimming with pity and disgust as stark as his own fear.

He squeezed his eyes shut, breath hitching when Tseng shoved more of himself down Reno's throat. "That's it slut, take it all." Loathsome fingers twisted in his hair and tugged him forward at the same time Tseng began to rut against his face in earnest.

I'm somewhere else, he thought. I'm with Rude right now. I'm…I…

That blissful numb descended over his mind as Tseng unloaded a hot stream into the deep recesses of his throat. His eye's deadened and his body went slack. He felt Kadaj catch him as he sagged into the younger male's chest. Reno turned when Kadaj guided him, opened his legs, did anything and everything he was told from then on. He was tired. His fight could only last for so long.

At some point he cracked bleary eyes open because the touching stopped, yet he knew his punishment was far from over. Surprise burned like a hot ember in his stomach as blurry shapes swirled in a storm of muted colors above him. He squinted, blinked hard and then sound switched back on in his mind.

Sound…screams…screams that weren't his own.

Breath rattled in his lungs as he basked in the momentary reprieve. What was going on?

"Reno!"

Someone was crying his name. Someone dear. Rude? N-no…Rude was…

"Reno run! Please, stop letting them—ah!"

He struggled through the thick fog that shrouded his mind and made his body pulse from the abuse.

"I told you to watch! Stay the fuck down little boy. You just had to go and interfere huh? Ouch, hold still damn you!"

A strangled cry. One of the blurs swept down, the motion making Reno dizzy as something heavy collided with flesh. The splat echoed in the room, fading into pitiful sniffles and weak sobs.

"Ah…s-orry…sorry...m'so-mm!"

"Beg you sniveling wench. You wanna take his place so bad?"

More scuffling. More pleading. "No! No p-please!"

The last thing Reno heard before he blacked out was the ripping of cloth.

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Kadaj kicked him. Elena spat on him then tossed his clothes on top of him as she passed. Tseng did nothing, but he didn't need to. He'd already done enough.

Shelke curled into the tightest ball he could manage and hugged his tattered excuses for cover, shivering and stifling the sobs that wracked his entire body with shudders.

Kadaj snickered. "That was good. We'll have to do it again sometime." He was the last one out. The door slammed and left the two remaining occupants in the room with an impression of a freshly shot bullet.

Hand trembling, Shelke reached across the room, where Reno lay curled in a similar state.

"…lp…no…Re-no", he croaked. Shelke wasn't sure where he found the strength to pull on his pants or crawl across the room. Every movement shot bolts of pain sizzling down his spine, stole his breath, made him want to curl up and give into the blackness again. But he couldn't.

"Reno", he managed to choke out, voice raspy but louder this time.

He rolled the older male over, stunned by the tears he found blazing lines down grimy, pale cheeks. It was the final fracture in his own ragged composure. With sobs kicking his chest, Shelke hugged Reno's limp body in a rough embrace.

They were like two refugees clinging together after a natural disaster. Rape, like a disease, eats away the pride and illusion that nothing can hurt you. Mentally, physically, emotionally, it ravages men and women alike until there is nothing left…except anger, an all-consuming desire to never let it happen again. How the hell did Reno take this abuse over and over?

"Come on", Shelke hissed. "I can't do this all by myself. …I can't save you if you don't help. Rude is gone, and…you'll die too if you don't fight back." He paused as coughs rocked his body, fingers digging into Reno's skin. "I can't get you out of here by myself", he panted. "Please…fight Reno."

At the mention of the Yakuza's name Reno tried to roll away but he paused as hot tears dripped and rolled down his face, mingling with his own. He swallowed and raised a weak hand to cup Shelke's cheek.

People talk about therapy, and change, and the power of Christ but maybe all it takes is waking up one day and saying you're not going to do it anymore. Maybe it takes watching someone else suffer for you to realize just how weak you are. Then you can say you're not going to act like someone who feels that way. You begin with words that taste strange on your tongue, they resonate in a heart you thought died long ago. Then you act.

"K-kay."

Shelke made a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob.

Face your pain. The time for rest is over. Wake up, wake up...

Reno struggled to sit up and wrapped the younger male in a hug. "Okay", he muttered against Shelke's hair, voice husky with exhaustion and pain. "Okay."

They were ripped apart when Hojo materialized next to them, nearly blind with fury. He fisted a hand in Shelke's tousled hair and yanked him to his feet. Wailing like a dying animal, Shelke struggled to lock his legs under him. "S-sto—ah!"

"Not another word, you little fool." Hojo shook him a little, glared down at Reno and kicked him until the redhead was cowering against the wall, then dragged Shelke from the room.

Up the stairs, into the loading dock where Kadaj and the others were gathered. "Wha-what's", Shelke swallowed, his tired body quaking with fear and pain. A fresh wave of sweat dotted his brow, he clutched his shirt to his chest in a feeble attempt at cover.

"Is it true", Hojo demanded.

Shelke jerked at the sound of his voice, amplified to thunder in this sprawling space.

"Is it true", Hojo shouted, voice louder, angrier...

"I-I..."

In three strides Hojo was in his face, delivering a sound backhand that made Shelke spit blood. He stood frozen, even his shaking stopped as his head hung limp, to the side. He could feel their eyes burning, raking his skin, fucking him again. His thighs squeezed together. Shelke could hear Kadaj panting and even though his eyes were closed, the boy imagined his tormentor salivating.

"You were always the weakest link, little one. And tonight you've disobeyed me. I tried to be magnanimous with you", Hojo cupped Shelke's throbbing cheek, ignoring his slight wince, and directed teary cornflower up to meet his gaze. "But you did not want to do this the easy way. Your lesson begins now."

He stepped back and the parody of regret curled into a sneer when Kadaj took his place.

Shelke's screams reached even Vincent's ears, who bowed his head in the basement and for the first time in a long time, wept for someone other than himself.

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Shelke swallowed the heavy lump that settled in his throat as he kicked his feet against the bed frame. He was back in his room, and clean, as clean as he could get himself under a scalding shower head. The bruises remained like nasty stains on his skin though, no matter how hard he scrubbed. He suddenly realized how much Reno must appreciate the attention Shelke gave him, even if he wasn't always aware enough to express it.

He heard nothing from Hojo after the boss himself escorted Shelke back to his place with a stern warning.

Just this once, if you obey me, understand? Stop crying. Yes, I know it hurts so don't make me pass that judgement again. You're like my child, don't you see? Yes, I promise.

Shelke was startled at himself, at the sickening urge he felt building within him to spit at Hojo and all he stood for. Shelke had been fooling himself for so long, he was starting to believe his own lie.

He bowed his head. It was time to wake up.

The time for laying down and turning his face away, letting atrocities happen because he was too scared to do anything...that time was over. His breath hitched. Hojo was about to learn a little lesson of his own; it was the quiet ones you needed to watch out for. Shelke was not a cyborg.

Body still thrumming with pain, Shelke picked up his phone.

Part II on the way soon!
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