Love Hurts [Closed]

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Character(s): Ansem x Gojyo
Content: Ansem comes out to play in Paixao, starting with the Kappa.
Setting: Outside of Haja O Que Houver
Time: Night, day 1
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con, violence, and other kinds of good clean fun.


The Aryan locals were staring as Ansem led the way to the main doors.
There was something decidedly wrong about them, but he couldn't be bothered with that right now. If they decided to attempt to obstruct his plans, he would simply eliminate them.

And for now, they seemed undecided.

Outside, Ansem crossed the street to a narrow alleyway between storefronts. He leaned back against one wall, waiting for his new toy to take the other.

When he did, somewhat unsteadily from drink, Ansem folded his arms across his chest and gave his companion a long, slow look, from boots to bandana.

He was wearing fitted, black leather pants. Classic.
Ansem needed them.
He couldn't stand the unflattering juvenile pseudo-fashion his pet insisted upon clothing himself in. It was a waste of an admirable young body.

But he could remedy that now.

"Give me your pants."

It was an order, but stated in a pleasant tone of voice, just as someone might say, 'Nice weather, isn't it?'

Comments

exposition type thing

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Gojyo didn't notice Ansem's interested once-over of his body- he was busy digging a crumpled cigarette pack out of his pocket. The lighter sparked and flame and he was just about to light the end when the boy/man spoke.

"Wha?"

Was all he managed around the cigarette in his mouth. That's when Ansem moved closer... too close- even for a drunken half-breed to notice that something was up. A shiver ran up Gojyo's spine and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stiffen. Silky words were dropped into his ear like sugar into tea...

"Get off..."

Gojyo managed, shoving the other's hand away with alcohol induced clumsiness. This did not please Ansem...not at all. The half-breed registered a loud hiss before a tan hand connected hard with the side of his face. His head whipped to one side, the kappa stared dazedly at the wall, a red mark blossoming on his cheek. Before he had time to do anything else, he felt a fist bunch in the fabric of his vest and he was jerked forward roughly. Ansem seemed to be growling something about defiance, but the half-breed's head was too muzzy and he was too startled by all this unexpected violence that he missed it.

And suddenly, he couldn't move. Not a muscle- no matter how hard he tried, his limbs seemed to be locked in place. A spell of some kind...? How in the hell did he get himself into something like this?

"Learn your place..."

He heard the other snarl very close to his ear. And then pain was lancing through his skull- Ansem had a fistful of his hair and was using it to yank his head downward. Gojyo groaned through his clenched teeth... His place? Who was this little punk to suddenly turn into some all powerful being and try and lord over him like this? A low growl bubbled in his throat.

But before it could get out he was shocked into silence by cruel lips on his mouth. Things began to blur together after that first humiliation... partly because of the beer and partly because Gojyo's brain did not want to register what was happening to him.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain he lay on the cobblestones, bleeding and panting... His jaw wouldn't even close, for at any minute he felt he might throw up the dinner he was so kindly served only an hour ago... The shadow over him began to draw away. A unfashionable pair of too short pants drifted down beside him on the pavement. Ansem's parting 'gift'....

Gojyo willed his mouth to close and ground his teeth together so hard he felt they might shatter. How could this have happened...? How? Raw and unadulterated hatred seeped through his chest, pooling in the pit of his stomach like a ball of lava. He was taken advantage of... violated... his trust betrayed...

One thing was clear. Riku would have to pay. Somehow, he would find him and rip him into bits so small that the worms wouldn't even be able to find them...

Gojyo forced himself to his feet, staggering from the lancing pain caused by the action. He limped quietly towards the back door of the Inn, making it up the stairs without coming in contact with anyone. Once in his room, he ran to the bathroom. Just as he was about to jump into a burning hot shower to scrub off any essence of /him/- he caught his own reflection in the mirror. Dirty, bloody... The half-breed drew back a fist and slammed it directly into the glass.

Nobody would could know about this. Ever.

[Riku, would you mind if we were still kind of close to the Haja O Que Houver? Oh, and this post is done this way for a reason- so yeah...nobody freak out- its been discussed and its not god-moding.]

ooc

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Done with total permission and lots of planning.

Good job writing around it, Shira. No easy task I stuck you with.

And they were just across the street, so that's fine.

Also, Ansem left Gojyo a little parting gift aside from Riku's bitchpants - he fastened one of Riku's ankle belts around his neck like a collar and burned his name into it - Ansem, that is.

Wonder what he'll make of that in the morning. ;D

~S

to my new pet, and all my adoring subjects across the universe...

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