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Traitor	By : MyouTakara Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, nor am I making any money off this fic (I am being bribed with fanart. Does that count?)

Chapter List
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Chapter Two
Happy Birthday, Becky!
Ok, this is the chapter where Shadow really starts to get violent, just to warn everyone. The inspiration for the beginning of it can be found here: http:// kurotorasempai. deviantart. com/#/d4h71dp

The darkness swirled around them, the shadows screaming in Vio's ears and his breath freezing in his lungs, chilling him to the bone. He felt Shadow's iron grip on his arm, pulling him through the veil between the realms. His grip loosened for a split-second, and Vio thought Shadow intended to release him to the mercy of the Dark Realm.

But no, fate was not that kind.

His feet hit solid ground again and Shadow kicked the back of his knees, sending him crashing to the tiled floor. Vio bent over double, nauseous and woozy, gasping for breath. Shadow stood over him, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. His eyes raked over Vio's heaving, shivering form and he frowned. Something was- ah. Snapping his fingers he summoned a long purple hat in the style favored by the Links, and this he fit over Vio's blond hair. Another snap and coarse ropes wrapped around his wrists, chafing his skin.

Shadow licked his lips, his pleased smirk returning as he took in Vio's position with hungry eyes. “Much better. Now that's what I like to see. You, bound and kneeling at my feet, where you belong.”

Vio lifted his head to glare at Shadow, lips pulled back in a snarl. “Go to hell!”

Shadow scowled and backhanded him. Vio's head snapped to the side with a pained grunt. “Blue really has been a bad influence on you.” He noted absently, reaching out to trail his fingers over Vio's cheek. Vio jerked his face away, yanking uselessly at his bonds.

“Give me back my blade!” He snapped, blinking the blurriness from his vision. “Fight me honorably! I could take you out with one blow!” It was false bravado and no more than that; they both knew it. Still, Shadow laughed, dropping to one knee beside Vio and taking his chin in his hand, leaning close to hiss in his ear, hot breath burning in the chill of the room.

“Oh Vio, I could take you out with less than that.” Shadow's tongue snaked out to lick along the shell of his ear and Vio shuddered, until a hand on his chest shoved him abruptly backwards. He cracked his head against the stone again, and his back was forced to arch over his bound arms. Shadow's eyes devoured him like a starving man given a delicious steak. Anger still darkened those red orbs, but so did something else that made Vio's heart rate quicken. Lust.

Shadow reached out, chuckling as his cold hand rubbed Vio through his pants. “You're still hard, aren't you? You like it when I do this to you, don't you, you slut?” He sneered, as Vio bit his lip to avoid making a sound. “I know your weaknesses, Vio. I know where you're most sensitive. Your ears,” his long tongue snaked out, licking along the shell of his ear and Vio couldn't still his shiver.

“Your neck,” that tongue trailed down, licking the pale skin thoroughly before he gave a fanged grin, sinking his teeth into Vio's flesh. His mouth filled with red blood and Vio screamed, his body seizing with the pain though he dared not move lest he cause more damage to himself.

“The tender skin on the inside of your thigh,” claws raked over it and his legs spasmed, kicking out at Shadow. Shadow merely seized the leg and pushed it back towards Vio, stretching his muscles impossibly and drawing a pained whine.

“S-Stop, Shadow!” Vio closed his eyes, trying and failing to regain control of his body. Shadow growled and pushed his leg back further, until Vio gave a strangled cry.

“Don't try to order me!” He snapped, glaring down at Vio, leaning over him with one knee against the lump at his crotch and his other hand braced by Vio's head. A smirk spread across his lips, and he rubbed his knee against the bulge, drawing a gasp from Vio's parted lips.

“Even still you're close.” He laughed, for Vio was, his face flushed and breath escaping in little gasps that made Shadow's pants tighten uncomfortably. Shadow's hand slipped under the hem of Vio's pants, wrapping around the base of his member. Vio's breath hitched. Another few strokes would finish him, Shadow could tell.

Vio had only the barest hint of a warning before Shadow grinned maliciously, grasping Vio's loins tightly and twisting them harshly, delighting in the blood-curdling screams and thrashing beneath him. Tears ran freely down Vio's face now and Shadow grinned, leaning down to lick them away as he relaxed his grip, rubbing Vio again in a cruel parody of a soothing caress.

“Hurts, doesn't it?” He hissed, pulling back to stare into Vio's eyes. “That's what you did to my heart when you betrayed me, Vio, only the pain was a hundred times worse. And yet. . . “ he cupped Vio's face gently in his hand, watching as his chest heaved and tears continued to leak from those jaded blue eyes. “And yet I still find you so very beautiful, a lovely little doll for me to break.”

He straddled Vio's purple-garbed chest, lifting his own black tunic and lowering his gray tights enough to expose his hardened length. “Be a good little doll and serve your Master, Vio.”

Vio clamped his mouth shut, turning his face away. Shadow clucked his tongue in mock-disappointment. He was strangely calm in his anger now, but somehow that only made him more dangerous. “Now, now Vio, don't be like that. I'll tell you what.” He smirked, tracing the dripping tip of his cock over Vio's closed lips. “You can put that talented tongue of yours to good use on me, or I can hand you over to the Hinox and let them have their way. They're quite angry with you and the other Heroes you know, for killing so many of them. Especially you. They don't like traitors.” His tone took on that smug flippancy, watching the growing horror in Vio's eyes, though the smaller Link refused to respond. “Your choice, it doesn't much matter to me. I could always go fetch your scrawny little librarian to satisfy my needs.”

Not daring to challenge Shadow's bluff, Vio opened his mouth.

Shadow's expression turned ugly. While pleased that he'd won- Vio really was very good with his mouth- it angered him that he'd had to threaten the librarian to do it. Vio should know better than to be with anyone but him! He seized Vio's long ears in his clawed hands, very nearly piercing through them as he thrust himself roughly into Vio's mouth. The purple Link choked when the tip touched the back of his throat, but Shadow paid it no heed, slamming Vio's head against the stone again and again as he fucked his face. Vio screamed at the pain in his head and ears, but it only seemed to urge Shadow on, his pace never letting up until he groaned, slamming Vio's head back one more time and shoving his dick down Vio's throat as his body shuddered and spasmed with pleasure.

Shadow pulled out to watch the cum spatter over Vio's face and neck as the Hero groaned, his body slumping as he lost consciousness. Before his awareness faded completely Shadow leaned in close, licking a trail along Vio's cheek. “You always did look good covered in my cum.” He murmured. “Mine, and don't forget it again.”

The first thing Vio became aware of when he woke was that he was cold and wet, lying in a puddle of what he hoped was water about three or four inches deep. His soaked clothing clung to him and the frigid water sapped any heat or strength from him. His head throbbed and most of his body ached despite the numbness the cold gave him. Where was he? Why was he wet? Had he passed out in an alley somewhere? Had it rained? He tried to raise a hand to soothe his aching head, only to find that he couldn't. His arms were trapped behind his back, and he couldn't feel them at all. How?. . .

Shad. Shadow. Traitor.

Everything rushed back and Vio had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out. Forcing himself to calm and take stock of his situation, he laid still for a moment to listen for the presence of others, a footfall, a whisper, a cough. He heard water trickling somewhere nearby, but it echoed around him and he couldn't pinpoint the source. He heard a grunt some distance off that didn't sound human. Hinox then, but not anywhere close. Assured he was alone, he opened his eyes, only to find he couldn't see anything but darkness. He tried to sit up, but his head spun and the pain flared, forcing him to lie still again.

Vio took slow, even breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. Focusing on his body, he tried to make sense of the myriad aches and pains. His head was probably the most painful; a concussion if he had to guess. His face was swollen (though he suspected the cold had kept it down) and there was something unpleasant and sticky coating his face- oh, right. That.

His neck was bitten and sore, his torso battered and bruised. Breathing was painful too, he noted. A few ribs had probably cracked. There were gashes on his arms and legs that he knew were there, but the numbness kept him from really feeling them. He shifted his legs, just a little, and let out a pained hiss. His loins HURT! He didn't want to think about what they looked like right then. Shadow really was a sadistic bastard, to do something that cruel. . .

To his surprise, he noted that his backside didn't hurt at all. So, Shadow hadn't raped him in his sleep. That it was only a matter of time was a logical conclusion, however, Vio was certain, given Shadow's pattern of behavior. Despite what Shadow thought of him, Vio was a virgin still (as Blue loved to constantly remind him, much to Red's embarrassed wails). He. . .didn't really want to think about that, either.

His tongue snaked out to lick his dry lips and he winced. He could still taste the saltiness of Shadow's semen in his cotton-dry mouth, and he'd been lying here for. . .hours? Days? He had no way to tell. He needed water. Slowly, ever so slowly he turned his head to the water at his side, and his nose wrinkled. It smelled awful, a mix of disgusting scents he didn't want to even attempt to identify, overlaid with the coppery scent of blood, likely his own. Still, he needed water. His tongue snaked out to lap at it and he instantly recoiled, coughing and spitting. The liquid tasted positively foul, much worse than it smelled. It wasn't water, it was poison! The jarring to his aching body nearly made him pass out again, and he slumped back with a splash, too tired to move.

He wasn't sure how long he lay there, shivering in the chill, before he tried to sit up again. It hurt, but he had to get as much of his body out of the water as he could. “Hypothermia.” He murmured, blinking rapidly as he tried to clear his fuzzing thoughts. “At least I'm. . . still shivering. Not dead yet.”

He sat up slowly, trying not to aggravate his injuries further. Chains behind him clinked. Water ran down his neck from his wet hat and hair, making him wince in distaste. He sat for several minutes before he dared to try to move to his knees. This was more difficult on the slick stone, and several times he slipped and lost his balance, crashing back down with a splash. Each landing sent another wave of cold water over his body, and he shivered harder.

On the fifth try he made it to his knees, bent over double and panting from the exertion. Almost there. He stayed kneeling until he was almost dry, if still very cold. Carefully he moved one leg out from under himself, but his foot slipped and he toppled, landing face-first in the water with a clank and splash, soaking him all over again.

Turning his head to the side he spat out a mouthful of the water, panting with exhaustion. “Lack of coordination. Not. . .Not good. Too cold. . .” He struggled to his knees again, crawling and sliding across the slippery stone until his shoulder bumped the smooth stone wall, covered in slime. Heedless of this, he laid his forehead against it, trying to recover some of his strength. Violent shivers wracked his body and he couldn't stop his teeth from chattering, even though it hurt.

“Not enough. . .still too wet, too cold.” Bracing himself against the wall covered with who-knew-what, Vio attempted to stand. Half-way up his clinking chains pulled taunt, stopping him in an awkward half-crouch and nearly pulling him down. With a frustrated grunt he dropped to his knees again, sitting back against the wall with his legs pulled close and his eyes closed. “. . .shouldn't sleep. Bad. . . to . . .sleep. Too cold. . . to sleep. . .” But the battle was already lost. His eyelids felt like lead weights, and he didn't notice when his violent shivering became less frequent and finally stopped altogether.

“Wake the fuck up.” A kick to his chest pulled him back to the land of the waking with a pained gasp, but more slowly than it should have. Vio felt sluggish, unable to focus on the scowling Shadow. He shifted so that he lay on his stomach in midair and floated closer to inspect Vio's face. He cocked his head to the side, appraising him. “Your lips are blue. Your skin is pale. Are you cold Vio? Answer me.”

It took Vio a few seconds to pull his thoughts together. He felt so very tired, numb, and frozen. “Yes. Cold.”

“Good. I'm glad that you are. I want you to feel this chill and remember it, Vio. This is how my body felt after you left.” He placed a hand on Vio's shoulder and shoved him sideways, watching him land with a splash. Vio struggled, but his muscles were stiff and his movements slow, so that by the time he finally sat up he was gasping for air, his muscles twitching under his skin. The water, he noted faintly, had gotten deeper while he slept.

Shadow smirked, snapping his fingers for Vio's attention, as one might a dog. It occurred to Vio that he could see him; torches had been lit nearby and their wane light fell over them both, though they gave no heat. Vio craned his neck back, realizing that he was in fact in a pit of some kind, seven feet deep and perhaps six feet wide with a grating overhead leaking water.“Do you like this place? It's rather ingenious if I do say so myself. See, water comes from that grate there,” Shadow pointed above them, “and drains here.” He motioned towards another grate in the floor of the pit, near one edge and away from where the chain in the center was connected. He floated up and out, and Vio watched him tiredly as he floated towards two levers set back in the wall.

“I can control the water from here. This lever lowers the water level.” He pulled it, and the floor grating groaned as it opened, some of the water draining out before he closed it again. “But this one. . This one makes the water flow faster.” He yanked it down, and the grating overhead creaked open, foul, filthy water crashing down in a cascade on Vio's head, knocking him over and pinning him to the floor of the pit so that no matter how he wriggled or rolled he couldn't get out from under it, couldn't get up, or breathe, and he was so cold!

The waterfall finally stopped and Vio managed to kick off well enough to break the surface of the water, but only just. He had to strain, pulling at his bound wrists just to keep his nose above the surface. He coughed violently, but the water was so deep now it only flowed back into his mouth and made him choke again.

Shadow was laughing as he watched. “I wonder, Vio, how long can you keep that up? How long can you live with the cold? Not as long as I have, I'll bet.” He floated down and seized the front of Vio's tunic, pulling him up enough to bring his mouth above the water. He winced as the movement forced his arms into an even more uncomfortable position, threatening to dislocate his shoulder, but the cold made it difficult to really feel it. Something flickered in Shadow's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

“Vio, do you want to live? I can leave you here, you know. Either you'll drown or the cold will kill you before too long. Or, if you beg me, I can take you out. Which do you prefer?” Shadow's eyes were as cold as the water around them when he offered his choice. He held tightly to Vio's tunic, awaiting the answer.

The other Links wouldn't beg. Vio knew Green was too stubborn, Blue too stupid. Red would cry, but he wouldn't beg. But he wasn't like the others. While he would risk his life for something greater, he'd done it before, after all, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to die like this.

“Please. . .” he whispered. Shadow sneered and dunked his head under the water, holding him there for several seconds while he struggled, before pulling him out again.

“Please what?”

Vio sputtered and gagged. “Please. . T-take me. . .”

“Oh, I will.” Shadow purred.

“T-take me o-out.” His speech was slurred, his vision fuzzy. He had almost stopped shivering again.

Shadow made a motion and the chain attached to the bottom of the pit suddenly released him. Two Hinox lumbered over and grabbed him, one under each arm, to haul him out of the pit and from the room. He couldn't get his legs under him well enough to walk, and so they dragged him through the dim halls of the dungeon. Vio tried to remember the path, but he quickly found it to be impossible to keep track of the twists and turns.

The room they entered had several burning torches casting dancing shadows along the walls. It was brighter than the pit room and felt just a little warmer. The Hinox dragged him to the center of the room and dropped him there. Shadow snapped his fingers and shackles shot from the ceiling to wrap about Vio's wrists, dispelling the ropes that had been there before. Shadow made another motion, and the chains tugged him up by his wrists. Vio cried out at the wrench to his stiff muscles, forced to stand or let his arms hold his weight. Other shackles around his ankles allowed for some movement, but not enough to risk him kicking his captors. Ice cold, foul water dripped from his clothes as Shadow circled him, stalking him like prey.

He stopped in front of Vio, wrinkling his nose. “You look so pretty, hanging there like that, but you smell awful. You need a bath.” He snapped his fingers and the Hinox left, grunting something unintelligible to each other. Shadow placed a hand on Vio's chest, delighting in his shiver. “Your clothes are wet. We should probably get you out of them before you catch a cold, hm?” He crooned, his tone one of mocking, false care. Shadow took a step back and held out his hand, a long whip made of black shadows forming in it. He grinned as he watched Vio's eyes widen, snapping the whip close to his face to watch him flinch. He dragged the handle of it down Vio's cheek, enjoying the fear in his eyes.

He began to pace again, around and around while Vio shivered, trying to focus his sluggish mind. The cold must have seeped into his brain, he thought.

The first lash across his chest caught him by surprise. His tunic tore, a red welt raised, and his body jerked, but still nothing hurt as much as it probably should have. The second and third lashes followed quickly after, one on his back and another to his side. Shadow stopped to watch red blood leak slowly from the wounds. “You don't feel it yet, do you?” he asked from somewhere to Vio's left, it was difficult to turn to look at him. “You will, once you're warm.”

Four, five six, stomach, chest, hips. Seven, eight, nine, back, shoulders, thighs. Blood welled from his pale-bluish skin too slowly.

The cell door clanked open, and the two Hinox entered again with large buckets in their arms. Shadow dispersed his whip as he walked over to them, sticking his finger in one of the steaming buckets and pulling it quickly out again. “Perfect. Douse him.”

The first Hinox lumbered closer and upended the bucket of soapy water over his head. Vio screamed and sputtered and tried to jerk from it when it scalded his cold body, his clothing absorbing and holding it against his skin while it burned so terribly, erasing the almost-welcome numbness so very brutally. He gasped for breath and tried to convince himself the water on his face was only what had been dumped on him.

Shadow was grinning, clearly enjoying watching him squirm and writhe, his skin flushed red from the sudden heat. “The other one!” He ordered. A bucket of clear water this time was thrown over him, and Vio swore this one was hotter than the last as it splashed against his chest and face and ran down his body, clearing the soap and stench away. Some of it landed in his mouth, cutting off his screams, and he swallowed lest he choke, the heat burning and stinging all the way to his stomach.

He didn't have time to catch his breath before Shadow was on him, his mouth covering Vio's and his claws tearing away the remaining fabric of his tunic, exposing his reddened, bruised and bleeding torso. He bent lower, running his tongue over the long, now-freely bleeding cuts, aggravating them and drawing more blood forth. “You are so very lovely when you're like this, your skin stained with your blood and flushed with pleasure.”

“I am not-” Shadow's hand on his mouth stopped him, and Vio glared, quieting.

“I want to see more of that lovely red, now that you can feel it.” Shadow murmured, raking his claws down Vio's chest. The purple Link gritted his teeth against it, cringing when Shadow's tongue followed the path his claw had taken. He stopped near Vio's belt, useless now with his tunic all by destroyed, and unbuckled it, holding it up for examination. “This will do.” He murmured. He walked behind Vio, watching with amusement when the other tried to turn his head to follow him.

Shadow stopped and stood behind him, enjoyed the view of Vio's wet pants clinging to the strong, toned muscles of his shapely behind. He stepped a pace closer and placed his hand on Vio's clothed backside, drawing a gasp from his lips. He rubbed and massaged it slowly, peering over Vio's shoulder for a glimpse at his face. It looked redder than the rest of him, Shadow thought, before Vio turned his face away so he wouldn't have to look at him.

“Are you embarrassed? Angry with me for what I'm doing? It's no less than you deserve, you know. Perhaps you are afraid of me, Vio?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Vio's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Vio sucked in a breath, biting back a moan. His pulse, too slow before, now sped up considerably.

“I'm not afraid of you.” Vio turned to glare at him, stubborn rebellion in his eyes. Shadow gave an exaggerated sigh.

“You will be.” He tore at Vio's pants, the fabric shredding easily under his claws to expose Vio completely. Vio gasped before he could stop himself, tugging on his chains in a futile effort to escape the shadow's hands. More Hinox had begun to gather near the cell door, and they guffawed and pointed at him, laid bare before them.

Shadow took no notice of their audience, tightened his grip on Vio's belt and raising it high, cracking the buckle-less end across his butt and thighs. Vio cried out at the sudden blow to his tingling, too-sensitive skin. Shadow struck him again and twice more before he lowered the belt, caressing the spot he'd struck with mock-tenderness. Vio whined and Shadow grinned, hitting him again and harder still. He didn't stop until the skin was as red as Vio's face and hot to the touch, threatening to bruise.

Vio's eyes shot wide and he looked down at himself. He couldn't. . .he couldn't possibly. . .

The Hinox were laughing harder now, nudging each other and pointing at Vio's crotch. Shadow peered over Vio's shoulder and laughed softly, wrapping an arm around his waist to grip his hardening erection. Vio grit his teeth and whimpered; he was still sore and bruised from Shadow's earlier treatment of it, pain overlaying with pleasure at the touch.

“I knew you liked it. You wanted me to do this. That's why you did all those things. It was all to provoke me, wasn't it?” Shadow murmured against his neck. Vio shook his head in furious denial, making his still-aching head spin.

“I wonder. . .” Shadow let go of him, walking around to stand between him and the Hinox outside. Vio gaped when Shadow knelt before him, studying the purple-blue skin of his manhood in fascination. He leaned closer to it, giving it a long lick that drew a muffled groan from Vio. “I wonder if it will hurt, if I sucked it now?”

“Ah, Shadow, don't-” His words cut off with a high-pitched keen as Shadow took him completely into his mouth, sucking hard. Pain and pleasure mixed in one twisted symphony in his body, and he tugged furiously at the chains that bound him, unintelligible pleas escaping his lips. Shadow bobbed his head over Vio's length, his fangs scraping the skin ever-so-slightly, making Vio scream impossibly louder. Still, he didn't soften, the pleasure coiling and building inside of him until he thought he might explode with it.

Shadow stuck two fingers in Vio's mouth, moving them in and out in time with his motions below. Vio moaned around them, swirling his tongue over them almost without realizing what he was doing. The fingers withdrew, moving lower. Shadow's wet fingers traced the curve of his ass, slipping between his cheeks and stroking his entrance. Vio's eyes shot wide with fear and he let out a shout when Shadow thrust the two fingers inside of him, stretching, burning, oh how it hurt! He twisted the fingers harshly and Vio's cry rose to a scream. He struggled frantically and Shadow made an amused sound around his cock, the vibrations bringing him close, so close-!

There was a pressure around the base of his shaft and the feeling receded, leaving him hard and aching. Shadow pulled back to smirk at him, revealing a small ring-like object encircling the base of his penis. Vio squirmed against the fingers thrusting inside of him and whimpered, the need still so strong. “What? Did you think I'd let you finish so easily? Not a chance.” Shadow sneered at him.

He removed his fingers and Vio whined before he could stop himself, making Shadow laugh as he stood before him again, lusty red staring into hazy blue eyes. “Spread your legs.” He ordered huskily.

Some part of Vio's mind regained its senses, registering the implications of that command. His eyes grew wide with fear and he fought harder to free himself, though he knew it was useless. He tried to pull away, pushing his legs together as best he could, shaking his head in denial even as his cock throbbed for release. Shadow slapped him, grabbing his face to force him to meet his eyes.

“Listen, you have two choices. Spread your legs for me, or I'll beat you senseless, rape you, then let the Hinox have you.” He stepped aside, giving Vio a clear view of the half-dozen Hinox staring into the cell, all with very obvious bulges under their rough tunics. Vio's eyes grew impossibly wider; a glance at Shadow Link told him he was serious.

Vio spread his legs.

Shadow grinned. “Glad to see you've come around.” He said, stroking his fingers along the inside of Vio's scratched thigh. “Hm. You look delicious like this, but. . .” He snapped his fingers and more chains shot from the ceiling to secure Vio just above his knees. Those around his ankles detached from the floor and Vio yelped when they lifted and spread his legs wider, pulling his knees closer to his chest. The chains flew backwards against the wall, and Vio cringed when his sore back collided with the stone. Shadow hummed with appreciation, stepping closer to caress the exposed skin of Vio's delicious ass.

Vio's breath came fast and hitching. “Shadow, please. . .” He whispered. “You don't want to do this.”

Shadow chuckled as he pulled off his tunic, dispelling it. He lowered his pants around his knees, taking hold of Vio's hips. “Oh, but I think I do.” He pressed the tip against Vio's tight hole, teasing him. Vio panicked.

“Shadow, think reasonably, you've barely prepared me at all, I've never slept with anyone. You'll tear me apart, please, don't-” Shadow thrust in, burying himself half-way while Vio screamed, head thrown back as Shadow tore into him so brutally. He gave Vio no time to adjust, setting a fast, furious pace that slammed Vio repeatedly back against the wall. Blood quickly became his lube and Vio could no longer hold back his sobs, tears falling down his cheeks as he cried.

“Cry all you want, I love your tears! I'll break your body like you broke my heart!” Shadow screamed, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust until he pressed their hips together, groaning at the feeling of being encased so completely. He pulled out and thrust back in again, this time hitting something, drawing a sharp scream from Vio's throat that wasn't entirely due to pain.

Shadow's eyes glinted and he focused on that spot, driving against it harder and harder, gripping Vio's hips so tightly his claws left bloody scratches. “More. Scream for me. Let me hear it!”

Vio screamed. It hurt and it felt so good and why was he still hard he shouldn't stay hard for this it didn't make any sense but he was and oh-! His stomach coiled and he felt pleasure building again, an aching, burning need deep inside of him that had to be released or he would lose his mind.

Shadow pressed close until their chests touched, Vio's cock trapped between the friction of their bodies. Vio whined at the added layer of pleasure and Shadow cackled, his thrusts coming faster as he neared his own release. He pulled back just enough to stare Vio in the eyes, his own burning with deep-seated lust and rage. “You want to cum, Vio? Beg me for it! Beg me!” He slammed in deep, and Vio cried out but turned his head away, breathing hard.

Shadow growled and grabbed Vio's face, forcing him to look forward again. “Beg, or I swear I'll slit your fucking throat!” He snarled, claws poised dangerously close to Vio's jugular.

The courageous part of him protested, insisting he keep hold of the last of his dignity, but the cool, quiet voice of reason that defined him spoke up. Just give him what he wants. He's almost finished. Let him think he broke you. You know he likes to gloat; he won't kill you yet.

His eyes squeezed shut, and when they opened again they were the picture of broken helplessness. “Please, Shadow.” He whined, all the while knowing his false pleas were only half-lies.

Another punishing thrust and Shadow sank his fangs into Vio's throat, drawing more blood and a pained cry. “Please what?”

“Please let me cum!” Vio gasped, more tears dripping down his face. Shadow smirked, leaning in to lick them up. The hand left his chin, trailing lower to his aching cock. Finally, finally, the unrelenting pressure disappeared and Shadow stroked him firmly in time with his thrusts. Vio shuddered and screamed when his orgasm washed over him, his seed coating their chests and flecking on his face.

Shadow groaned, watching the erotic sight of Vio in the midst of his pleasure. The sight went straight to his cock and he gave three more brutal thrusts before he stilled with a long, drawn-out sound. Warmth filled Vio's body and Shadow pressed impossibly closer, tucking his head against Vio's bloody neck. He remained there for several moments, breathing heavily as he softened inside of Vio.

One of the Hinoxes outside the cell laughed too loudly and Shadow twisted to glare at them, suddenly furious. “GET OUT!” He screamed. “Get out, all of you! Get out of my sight!”

The Hinox looked at each other and shrugged, lumbering off. Shadow turned back to Vio and bowed his head so his bangs covered his eyes, resting his forehead against Vio's chest as his breathing slowed and his shoulders shook. “It didn't have to be this way.” He whispered, his voice trembling with some unnamed emotion. “I never wanted it to be this way, our first time, together.”

Vio's heart softened ever so slightly as he looked down at Shadow's dull black hair. “Shadow. . .”

Shadow's head snapped up, his face twisted with anger. “Shut up!” He snarled, cracking Vio across the face to force him to turn his head away so he wouldn't have to look at him. “This is your fault!” He screamed, pulling away. “This is all your fault! I never would have had to do this if you hadn't betrayed me! You made me do this!” He pulled out and hurried to right himself, fixing his pants and reforming his shadowed tunic as he ran for the cell door. “You made me!”

The door clanged shut behind him and the chains suspending Vio's legs vanished, dropping him back to his feet without warning. Fire shot up his backside and he shrieked, collapsing forward, but unable to fall. Blood and semen mixed together ran down his legs in sickening, sticky rivulets, his head spun, and Shadow's voice rang in his bleeding ears. His vision darkened and he slumped forward until only his wrists supported him, blissfully unconscious.

So there you are. Shadow's lost it, Vio's not much better, and then there's the Hinox....

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