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To Hold You To My Heart	By : athenandartagnan Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 1576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-To Hold You ToHearHeart
- 2-Defiled
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Author's note: Hey, this is Athena, co-author to this story! I'm just warning you that this is NC-17, and contains graphic, non-consensual sex, so no flames, please!
The day following the long talk between Yuber and Albert, these notes were left in the Comment Box:
From: Yuber

Albert, our conversation last night meant a lot to me. I just want you to know that you're the most important thing to me, no matter what may happen between us in the future. If you want to find a way to make things work, then do, but please don't waste your time pursuing a dream that may never come true. I to to be cruel to you, but I need you to understand why I'm doing this. And I'm glad you do. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but this is the way things have to be...
Nash, I'm sorry things couldn't work out between us. But Albert is all that I can think of right now, and if I can't be with him, I don't want anybody else either.
I need time to think. I'm going for a walk. A long one. If I'm not back in a few days, don't worry about me. Not that I'd assume anyone would.
From: Albert

Yuber�s leaving?
� Sir Geddoe, I�m sorry, but I can�t just let Yuber walk away. After the talk last night, I�m afraid that he can just leave without my knowledge � and I don�t think I can bear with that. There were a lot of � hurt feelings and confusing confessions�
I�m going after him. I�m sorry to go against your orders, Geddoe, but losing Yuber is far more frightening than all the vampires�
I�m sorry.
A
Albert leaves to search for Yuber, and runs into trouble on Mount Hei-Tou�
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Yuber, you can�t just run away from me.
Albert found himself scaling the mountainside slowly, grimacing as he lost his footing and landed on the dusty path. He cursed, slowly trying to shake the disorienta awa away as he started to stand up.
�Well, well� Look what we have here, boys.�
Albert looked up through the dust settling around his prone form. Standing above him were six men dressed in what he thought was Calerian apparel. They each sported beards of varying lengths and colour. They were well-muscled with skin of burnished gold, most likely from having spent so much time outside in the sun. Over their broad, blue-clad shoulders were slung scimitars. While they didn't look overly menacing, the air about them was not at all amicable.
The redhead tried to scramble to his feet, but one sandaled foot struck him in the chest, forcing him down onto his back. He lay there staring up at them, trying to catch his breath after the unexpected blow.
�Damn, boss, is that a vamp?� inquired one of the men, scrutinizing Albert with dark eyes.
The man in front, clad with a gold sash to distinguish him as the leader, leaned down and frowned at Albert. �He doesn�t have any features of a bloodsucker,� he muttered, a leer claiming his lips. �But I think he�s a vamp.�
The little color in the strategist�s face drained away as the leader reached down and pulled him up by his collar. He gasped and reached up, frightened that it took both his hands to wrap around the wrist of the larger man. Albert tensed as the other men gathered closer, shuddering as their voracious gazes trailed over him.
Oh god, Yuber, help me�
�He�s a pretty little thing, isn�t he?� smirked one man, raising a hand to run it through Albert�s hair. �What are you doing out here all by yourself, beautiful?�
Albert struggled in vain, his breath catching in his throat as another man began to open up his coat. He kicked out, his foot connecting with man�man�s stomach and eliciting a grunt from him. �Grab his legs!� ordered the leader, still holding Albert by one hand.
Two pairs of hands gripped his thighs, spreading them apart. He whimpered, so weak with fear that he doubted he could even summon the strength to try to fight them off. A third hand snaked into the mix, exploring between his legs and finding what it sought at the junction of his thighs. The leader grinned, slowly stroking the length of his cock through the thin material of his pants. Albert moaned and tried to squirm away, but the strong hands on him would not yield.
"Listen to him, moaning like a whore," sneered one right next to his ear. The bandit's breath was sour and smelled faintly of ale. "I say we take him, boss."
The leader grabbed a fistful of Albert's hair and wrenched his head back. "How does that sound to you? Would you like to have your ass pounded into the soil?"
Albert managed a strangled groan. The leader grinned maliciously and laid claim to his lips, forcing his probing tongue into the redhead's unwilling mouth. The hand between his legs slid up and started to unbutton his pants. The redhead began to squirm against the bandits, but it was of se. se. It slipped inside and wrapped around his length, stroking none-too-gently.
The three men that did not have their hands on the young man eagerly reached in, one immediately gripping Albert�s wrists and prying his hands off of the leader�s huge wrist. Once that was accomplished, the two other men wrestled with the long white coat that served as Albert�s only armor. A whimper caught in Albert�s throat as he felt the coat ripped away, and he saw the bal balled up ahrowhrown into the bushes.
He jerked when the hand down his pants reached further under, teasing his sac with calloused fingers. The smirking leader released Albert from the forceful kiss, looking at the panting man even as he fondled his genitals. �Get the rest of his clothes off.�
�No--!� Albert�s scream was cut off as the leader kissed him again, and he ended up crying out into the Calerian�s mouth. He squirmed and tried to jerk away, shutting his eyes in denial as he heard the sharp sound of a knife being unsheathed. The back of his black shirt was pulled away, and he shook his head as the sound of tearing fabric invaded his ears. Along his arms, along his neck, and to his waist� His shirt fell away in pieces, revealing lithe, trembling arms and a smooth chest that shuddered with every breath.
His pants came next, the two men holding his legs taking the article of clothing by the waistband and pulling it down. The leader held Albert up under the arms as the men shredded the backs of his shoes, his unwanted kiss nearly taking Albert�s attention away from his nakedness. However, the appreciative murmurs around him soon reminded him of his situation.
�Isn�t he a piece of work?� leered the same man who had called him a whore. �I haven�t seen such a nice piece of ass since Chisha.�
�He�s prettier than that prostitute you hired, Yasir,� snorted the man who had referred to him as pretty.
Albert's skin crawled under their lewd gazes, and an involuntary ripple went down his spine. Both arms were jerked roughly in response to keep him still.
"I'll have the honour of taking you first," said Yasir, coming around from behind him. "The rest of them can have their turns when I'm finished."
Albert's eyes widened in horror. He tried to kick out at Yasir, but was impeded by human restraints. One of Yasir�s hands drifted to his waist, and the rustle from behind gave Albert an all-too-good idea as to what the larger man was doing. Something thick and hard rubbed against the crack between his buttocks, and he let out a muffled wail of alarm.
�Only once around, Yasir,� the leader remarked gruffly, pressing up against the young man�s front and squeezing his hardened sex.
�Sure thing, boss,� acknowledged the said man, resting his other hand on Albert�s hips. Albert feared his heart would explode in his chest as it hamd awd away, every muscle in his body tensing up as his buttocks were spread apart. The erection teasing his hole suddenly seemed too large, too much�
You can�t� No, please, no--
The desperate, silent pleas running through Albert�s mind were cut off as Yasir pushed in without preparation or warning. His eyes widened but sightless, his mouth open but soundless, blood running from the unprepared tunnel as his back arced in wordless agony�
Then his mind caught up to his pain sensors, and he began to scream. Yuber's name, coupled with cries for help, came out in a multitude of ragged sobs and gasps. The pain - he didn't think he could take it - why couldn't he just die? Each thrust brought a cavalcade of agony. Even the small bit of pleasure he got from it was enough to make him sick with shame. When would it end?
Gods� just kill me�
Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to spill over. Weak with pain and humiliation, he let his head drop forward onto the leader's chest. Every lunge within him forced his length into a hand that was curled far too tight around him. Vaguely, through a wall of anguish, he could hear Yasir taunting him, wishing to break him further.
"You're not tight enough to be a virgin. � Yuber? That your lover's name? He's gonna hate you for this�"
Was bodily torture not enough? His breath hitched again in his throat as he imagined his demoner, er, and he recalled the words from before�
�How can I see you without wanting to touch you?�
Yuber� Yuber, will you want me after this?
�If only we could love without restrictions.�
I�m sorry� You�ll � hate me�
�I love you.�
The tears he tried to restrain streamed from anguished green eyes, running down flushed cheeks without any sign of ending. He screamed again, a wretched, broken cry of loss and heartache, and twisted uselessly against his captors. A particularly deep thrust made Albert see stars, and the squirming strategist sank into the large men�s arms in utter hopelessness.
�That�s right, you slut� Just take it in and cry,� sneered Yasir, grinding in larger circles and smacking the young man�s ass. �No one�s gonna want you after this.�
No one� No one�
He whimpered, desperation clawing at his frenzied nerves. Lifting his head slightly, Albert stuck his tongue between his teeth and tried to bite down.
�Not so fast, bitch.� One of the men who were not actively involved in the young man�s rape grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open and tying a strip of cloth around his face as a gag. �Who the hell said you could die?�
�I want you to die someday.�
�Yasir, make the little slut come,� ordered the boss, releasing Albert�s abused sex and taking a step back to watch the spectacle. Without the other man in front, Albert�s head and upper torso lolled forward.
Yasir began to thrust faster and deeper, forcing more blood down the backs of his thighs. Nearly senseless with pain, Albert took little notice of the man kneeling in front of him until he felt his cock being taken into a warm, wet mouth. He arced forward against his will, hating himself, hating his body for betraying him. But he mostly hated that mouth, the tongue and lips that probed and sucked, teasing his most intimate parts, trying to coax him to orgasm. And Yasir's abuse from behind kept pushing him deeper and deeper. The sensation of being worked from both ends was just too much.
He came, screaming in despair and shame and anguish. Yasir grunted and kept on fucking the smaller man, his actions becoming more frenzied as he sought his own release. The man kneeling in front of him got to his feet. Albert looked up at him weakly, miserably, eyes glassy and rimmed with red. Sneering, the Calerian spat in the redhead's , dr, drenching his already sweaty and teary face with his own seed.
Yasir gave one last thrust and finished, releasing a wet and sticky substance inside of him. He whimpered, but did not resume his attempts to squirm away from the chest heaving against his back. The hands gripping him suddenly fell away, leaving him to sink to his knees in the dirt.
Yuber� I'm sorry�
A kick to his ribs sent him sprawling. "Get up, slut!" Yasir's voice. "We're not done with you yet."
Despite his own tired state and the blood running from his rear, Albert tried to speak through the gag in his mouth. This action resulted in another kick, this one directly aimed at his stomach. He cried out, his muffled shriek only eliciting laughter from his tormenters. Another kick sent him onto his back, and he lay in the dust, legs spread and trying to protect his aching stomach.
�Get up!� snarled Yasir again, an undeniably malicious gleam in his eyes as he advanced further.
One of the other Calerians held Yasir back, giving the man a gruff glare. �You�ve had your fun, Yasir,� he grumbled. �Let us have him now.�
�Let them do as they want,� agreed the leader, still watching with a smirk.
Grudgingly complying, Yasir and the one that had given Albert�s blowjob stood back and watched the others surround Albert. One man pulled his legs up, the hard ground scratching at Albert�s legs and soon drawing blood. Another tore away the gag, capturthe the young man�s lips in another kiss even as the last man took Albert�s limp sex into his mouth. Strung almost upside-down by the positioning, the crying redhead felt blood rush to his head as he was entered again.
He felt faint, the last threads of his strength leaving him completely. Invaded, bruised, and abused, the redhead�s limbs dangled, giving him all the appearance of a broken marionette in the rapists� arms.
"� Albert?"
� That voice�
The mouths left him, the thrusting stopped, and he heard the crunching of dirt as footsteps hurrtowatoward him. He was dropped abruptly to the ground, landing hard on his shoulder. Ignoring the pain that the not-so-gentle landing had caused, he rolled slowly onto his stomach and opened his eyes. Standing above him was Yuber. The black hat he usually wore had blown away, and his hair was coming out of its usually neat braid. The point of one sword was pressed into the soft flesh under one man's chin.
"What do thinthink you're doing?" the demon asked coldly, looking to each for an answer.
The leader put a hand on his hip. "We were just having some fun."
Yuber's eyes flashed. "Fun? You call this fun?" he roared. He gestured to Albert with his free hand, a wrathful red look in his eyes. "You don't think he's enjoying himself, do you?"
"You didn't hear him moaning," Yasir sneered.
Albert's face flushed. He hadn't wanted Yuber to see him like this in the first place, and Yasir was only making things worse by suggesting that he had enjoyed himself. He was now convinced that the demon would shun him completely. The thought was enough to bring him to tears again.
"Look at him� crying like the little whore he is," Yasir said scornfully, nodding at the redhead. "Maybe he wants to be fucked some more."
"Shut up!" Yuber snarled. His blade pierced the Calerian's neck. Blood gushed from the wound. "You are all going to pay for this."
"And who do you think you are to stop us?" demanded the leader. "It's six against one. Do you think you have any hope of defeating us all at once?"
Yuber's eyes narrowed. �You have no hope of defeating me.� He clenched his swords expertly, frowning dangerously as he heard Albert�s sobs behind him. Trembling with a rage he had n fel felt in his centuries of life, Yuber looked back at the shivering, naked form of his raped companion.
One man dared to unsheathe his scimitar with Yuber�s back turned, and he was the first to face the wrath of the blonde devil. With supernatural speed, Yuber covered the ground between him and his first victim, feral eyes wide with emotion as he slid one sword into the Calerian�s chest. His other sword went straight for the neck, blood spraying onto the nearby rocks and fauna as he beheaded the man.
�You bastard!� snarled another man. The other five Calerians had their swords out, looking more enraged by their comrade�s death than disturbed by his way of death.
�I can�t believe you hurt him.� Yuber�s voice had returned to that cold monotone, even as his eyes flared with murderous intent. �I can�t believe you raped him!!�
He flew, swords wet with blood and seeking more. With one clean slice, he removed one man�s limb; another slash cut the ribcage in half, spurting blood out onto the mountain path. The remaining four men moved in to surround Yuber, who glared hatefully at the larger men.
He lunged at the nearest Calerian, hacking off a leg below the knee. The man howled and stumbled forward, giving Yuber the opportunity to stab him through the back. Another came at him from behind. He spun around and thrust his blade through the enemy's throat. The Calerian backed off, gurgling as blood spewed forth from his mouth, and Yuber finished him off with a quick slice through the gut.
He turned to face Yasir and the leader, the remaining two Calerians. "Your turn�" he growled, rage drowning out any amusement that he otherwise would have gotten from the overabundance of blood.
However, as the demon began to move towards the remaining Calerians, Yasir bolted to Albert's side and dragged the startled young man to his feet. Using him as a shield, the bandit brought his sword up and placed the edge of it across the young man's throat. The redhead whimpered, fearing that the tiniest breath would be enough to kill him.
"One step closer and the little slut dies," he threatened. He took a fistful of the redhead's hair and twisted his head to the side, kissing him roughly on the mouth. "Hmm� I can still taste the whore's come on his face."
Yuber growled and tightened his grip on his swords. He stared at Yasir�s bloodied and bruised captive, caught in indecision as Albert was used against him. Those tear-filled green eyes wavered, focusing on something beyond the blonde. �Yuber!!� The voice was almost alien, broken and lacking any of the control Yuber associated with Albert Silverberg, but the desperation in the tone was enough to cause him to react.
He turned and caught sight of the leader as the large man barreled towards him, and he gritted his teeth as the man�s scir smr smashed into one of his swords. The unexpected attack sent the sword flying from his grasp, and he snarled and clenched his right hand into a fist. Green energy crackled in his hand as he reopened it, the Thunder Rune flaring to life on the back of his pale hand.
Raging Blow.
A funnel of great, destructive magic left Yuber�s hand, engulfing the startled leader even as he prepared to attack again. Yuber�s stance was rigid as the spell ended, eyes filled with hate as the electrocuted man crumpled to the dust, dead. Seething audibly, the blonde turned and glared at Yasir over Albert�s head.
�Let him go, you miserable fuck,� he ground out. �If you value your soul at all, you�ll let him go.�
Yasir was surprisingly steady, even with the odds greatly against him now. He did not seem to mind the butchered corpses littering the ground around him, instead focusing his attention on his naked victim. �You want the slut, huh?� he smirked. �Fine.�
Albert cried out as the k at at his throat cut the flesh, and Yuber snarled as blood flowed from Albert�s throat.
"I've already had my fun with him," Yasir sneered. His tongue flicked out, tracing the redhead's ear. Albert whimpered. "If you want to fuck his filthy ass, be my guest."
He shoved the strategist forward, drawing a scrape of blood with his sword as he did so. Yuber caught Albert in one arm, carefully holding the trembling form. He looked up. Yasir was brandishing his sword, waiting for the demon to make the first move.
"Albert, wrap yourself up in your coat and stay out of the way," Yuber instructed quietly, nudging the redhead towards the bushes. "I'll take you back to the castle once I kill him�"
Albert did as he was asked. Yuber turned to Yasir, holding up his remaining blade. The larger man was leering, clearly convinced that the slighter man was no match for him. Yuber bared his teeth and leaped at him, knocking him to the ground. The demon snarled and began tearing at the Calerian's face with his nails, dragging trails of blood down his tanned cheeks.
"You don't deserve mercy," Yuber growled. He ripped off a chunk of the Calerian's flesh. "You don't deserve to live. And you definitely don't deserve to keep your limbs. I would emasculate you, but you would probably enjoy it."
Yasir roared in pain and, in a burst of strength, managed to flip the blonde underneath him. He began to punch the smaller man, his large fist cracking something in Yuber's cheekbone. The demon grunted and, when he succeeded in bringing his knee up hard between the Calerian's legs, he scrambled to his feet, kicking the burly man aside.
Yuber panted, trying to regain his breath, as he stared down at the writhing Calerian. "I hope it hurts like hell," he spat, wiping blood off his lips with the back of his hand.
"Son of a bitch," Yasir puffed, struggling to his feet whilst still clutching himself. "You're going to pay for that."
"Maybe one day," Yuber retorted. "But you won't be around to see it."
Yuber flew towards the enemy, and in one sure swordstroke he unseamed the Calerian from the navel to the throat. As the demon stood back, not entirely satisfied with his own handiwork, Yasir looked down at himself in surprise. Blood was already staining the front of his torn blue uniform.
"And so it ends," Yuber said coldly, turning his back on the dying man. "I personally don't feel that you suffered as much as you should have, but I don't have time to waste with swine like you."
Yuber turned his gaze to Albert as the body thudded to the ground behind him. The redhead was huddled on the ground by the bushes, looking entirely too small and helpless in the coat wrapped around his shoulders. Yuber's heart plummeted. His sword clattered to the ground, and he ran to the strategist's side. He sank to his knees and pulled the broken creature into his arms, holding him tight as if never to let go. But it hurt when Albert flinched at his touch.
�Yuber�� There were tears in the young man�s eyes as he whispered, and Yuber could feel him shiver in his embrace. Albert shook his head and burst into a new stream of tears, clutching his coat around him in a futile attempt to cover his battered body. From the world or from Yuber, the demon could not tell.
�Albert� Albert, my god, what are you doing here�?� Yuber found himself unable to hold the redhead�s gaze, as the other shied away from his attempts to catch his chin. He could not get the image of Albert strung up powerlessly between the three large men out of his head, and he sighed raggedly. When at last he managed to grab Albert�s chin, he nearly released it again when he saw those large, terrified green eyes.
�Don�t look at me�� The wavering tremor in his voice was impossible to ignore, and Yuber found himself unable to dredge up any anger at the world as he listened to the broken murmur. Guilt gripped his heart in a bloody vice, and he looked at Albert silently. This seemed to upset the redhead further, as heewedewed his eyes shut and tried to escape Yuber�s grasp. �Please don�t look at me��
This is my fault� I shouldn�t have left like that�
He gently released the crying man�s chin, fingers drifting over the bruised lips and stained cheeks. The harsh red marks across Albert�s jaw told him that the man had been gagged, and he slowly loosened his grip to see his other injuries. There were lacerations against his neck and collarbone where the last Calerian had caught him with his knife, as well as scratches that disappeared underneath Albert�s soiled jacket. He nearly moved to part the coat, but quickly changed his mind when the young Silverberg withdrew further into his last remaining bit of clothing.
�Albert, listen to me�� Yuber was bewildered by Albert�s reaction to his voice, as the strategist stilled immediately and appeared to be waiting to be hurt again. �Can you make it back to the castle?� No response. �Albert, please��
�� Don�t leave me, Yuber��
Something wrenched at the blonde�s heart at those words, so much like that night when they had argued about their relationship � and yet, so much more significant now, with his shattered partner unable to look at him without cringing. He buried his face in Albert�s sweaty, dirtied hair, his tears running silently from his eyes as he rocked the smaller man.
�I will never leave you�,� he vowed breathlessly, shifting Albert in his arms and carefully lifting him up. Albert�s head fell to rest at the crook of his neck, soaking the black material with tears as he timidly clutched onto the front of Yuber�s shirt. Yuber placed a soft kiss on the other�s hair, quietly acknowledging that the younger man would not feel it in the middle of his inner turmoil.
Lips set in a grim line, Yuber turned and began the trek down the mountainside. Behind him, he left pools of blood and ravaged bodies, as well as both of his swords. However, his swords soon faded from the scene and returned to their place in nothingness, leaving the six corpses as a reminder of the greatest turning point in the men�s relationship.
�I will never leave you.�
~FIN~
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