Chapter Text
He didn’t want to open his eyes.
Dino had already left, cellphone pressed against his ear, mumbling about something, captives, drugs, events unfolding that Eiji wanted no part of. Still though, the scent of him lingered in the air, the thickness of cigar smoke, the spiciness of his cologne, the musk of sex.
It’s going to be fine, his brain supplied. It’s going to be alright.
The mattress shifted under him for a moment, then evened out again as Yut-lung stood.
Eiji heard the sound of him dressing quickly, then feet padding across the floor over to the other side of the bed. A finger poked Eiji in the chest.
“Pathetic,” Yut-lung muttered.
Eiji cracked an eye open to look at the boy.
He stood there silent, regarding Eiji as one who was considering the absolute uselessness of broken toy—fixable, but probably not worth the effort.
Yut-lung traced a path down Eiji’s chest, down to the soft, thin sheet that still covered him. He paused there, fingers brushing the fabric, pushing it ever so slightly lower, then scoffed and turned from the bed, stepping over to the small vanity that sat in the corner and sitting to re braid his hair.
Eiji tried to control his breathing. His hands were still cuffed above his head, he was still naked, the sheet was barely covering him at all now. The faint brush of wiry hairs from his groin was visible, and his breath caught with that information, making it impossible to suck in air again.
“Calm down, rabbit,” Yut-lung said from the corner. “They haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
Eiji closed his eyes again and tried to ignore the way his chest hurt his strangled exhalations. He sucked in a long breath of air, then slowly let it out, counting to ten. Then he did it again, and again, and again, trying to relax. “Does it…” he managed, then stopped, his voice tangling in his throat. “Does it hurt?” he managed.
There was a silence as Yut-lung considered his words. “I suppose,” he finally said. “It just is. I wouldn’t worry yourself too much about it. You’re fucked at this point, so I’d just relax while you can.”
Eiji turned his head against the pillow then, straining to watch. Yut-lung was looking at him, a feral, animalistic smile on his face. He looked all the world as if he were about to hiss.
With a flick of his braid over his shoulder, Yut-lung stood, and walked to the locked door. He drew a pin from his hair, then set to working the lock, clicking it open in only a few seconds. “Have fun, rabbit,” he called over his shoulder with a wink.
“Please,” Eiji said, struggling then, pulling at his wrists and flinching at the rub of the cuffs against the already scraped skin. “Yue, please, don’t leave me here, please—”
The door closed with a firm click as it locked once more.
***
He didn’t know how long it had been.
The room was windowless and barren except for the closet, the comfortable bed, and the small vanity. To his right was the door to the outside hallway. Directly in front of him was another door, immaculate and ornate. The winding curls of wood formed images in the grain—snakes, and lions, and bears. It was terrifying, and though Eiji was certain that it too was locked, there was something about it that whispered of darkness, some hollowed reflection behind the eyes of the shadow animals that felt as if he were being watched, being judged.
He didn’t want to go anywhere near it.
As he lay he grew cold, goosebumps freckling his arms and legs. The longer he waited there, alone, in complete silence, the more crazy with what was to come he became. He didn’t know where Shorter was, only that they’d been pulled apart, unwillingly separated. Shorter had looked terrified, screaming Eiji’s name as they pulled him around the corner.
Without him, Eiji was nothing. Without Ash he was even worse. He couldn’t fight. Couldn’t struggle, couldn’t resist, couldn’t even bring himself to speak. Golzine had entered the room and Eiji could do nothing but watch as he fucked Yue, and tremble at what might be in store.
He was worthless.
He pulled at the cuffs again, harder, then harder still, then began to shout. “Shorter!” he yelled, body twisting back and forth. “Yue, please, Yue—” tears were coming now, and his breath was coming in sharp gasps of panic. His wrists were slippery with blood as he pulled, cuffs finally wearing into skin far enough to cut. He could feel it warm and thick, trickling down his forearms, and still he fought, pulling and gasping and furiously terrified.
“Ash!”
The name died on his lips, falling like lead. He didn’t want to think about Ash. He didn’t want to think about how he’d been in this position before, how he’d been brave, how he’d been kept for years, tortured and raped and degraded and still he rose to conquer it.
Eiji couldn’t do that.
He was too scared, he was nauseous with it. He just wanted to go home, he didn’t want to be here—
The sheet slipped from his body entirely with his thrashing and he froze. “No,” he whispered. “No…no…no, no, no, no—” they built within him, louder and louder until he was shouting. His cock lay soft between his legs, shriveled and cold and he was exposed now entirely, and he couldn’t do this, he couldn’t take it, “no, no, no—”
The animal door swung open and Eiji froze.
“What do we have here?” a man asked, laughter bubbling at the end of the question.
Eiji couldn’t stop the way his chest was trembling with every breath, he couldn’t wipe at the tear tracks on his face.
The man walked over to him, four others following him through the door, and Eiji didn’t know where to look, didn’t know who to watch, didn’t know who the leader was, who the dangerous one was.
“Pathetic,” Yue had said, and he was right.
A sob formed deep within his throat but he pressed his lips closed, refusing to give them the satisfaction.
“Marvin,” the first man said, holding out a hand. “Oh. How terribly sad, my fault,” he apologized, bringing it back. “Looks as though you won’t be shaking hands.” He chucked at this, as though he were supremely clever.
Eiji wanted to kick him in the balls.
“A nice package Golzine has left us, eh?” Marvin asked, still not looking away from Eiji though he addressed the other men in the room. He reached out a hand then and touched Eiji’s cheek, letting a finger dip through the tears and wipe them.
Eiji tried to jerk his head away but Marvin followed with his hand. He grabbed a fistful of Eiji’s hair and yanked his head back, forcing their gaze to meet.
“I hope you aren’t planning on being difficult,” he whispered.
Eiji tried to turn his head again, but Marvin yanked it right back into place.
“You’re scared,” he said. “Terrified, even.”
Eiji’s heart was rabbiting in his chest. He tried to swallow, but it was thick with fear, chalky against the back of his throat. Marvin yanked his head even further back and then it was painful to swallow. He could feel the way his throat bobbed anxiously, trying to catch up.
“Not really my type,” Marvin said. “Fucking Jap.”
The men behind him laughed and agreed and Eiji felt his face go hot with humiliation. He closed his eyes to it, trying to breath in colors, trying to make the present fuzz to the back of his consciousness.
Thwack.
Eiji yelped, eyes flying open at the backhand to his cheek. It stung, bringing more tears to his eyes.
“Keep your eyes open, you fucking shit,” Marvin said, still smiling.
He let his hand drop further then, trailing down Eiji’s neck to his chest. He circled a nipple once, then bend down over Eiji and licked a stripe up his stomach.
“Stop,” Eiji whispered.
Marvin looked up at him. “What did you just say?”
Eiji shook his head as much as he could with the hand still holding him in place. He pressed his lips shut, and tried to calm the full body tremors that were shaking through him.
Marvin held a hand out behind him and one of the men stepped forward, dropping something into it. Eiji couldn’t see, he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if he should answer—
There was a loud click, and then the metal barrel of a gun was pressed to his temple. “What. Did. You. Say?” Marvin said. The smile was gone now, in it’s place a feral, growling smirk that cut across his face.
“I’m…” Eiji tried to swallow and couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” he tried. His voice was weak in his ears, quaking and full of fear.
There was another click—the safety disengaging. Marvin tapped the pistol against Eiji’s temple gently. “Sorry for what?” he asked.
His voice was strong. Masculine. Confident and self assured and so, so, so in control. Eiji’s lower lip began to tremble. “I’m sorry…” he said again, breath quickening, eyes beginning to water.
Marvin hauled back then came down hard with the butt of the pistol on Eiji’s cheek. He heard a crack, then there was nothing but red hot pain, fiery and impossible and still building with insane pressure. Somewhere, there was a loud keening moan and he didn’t know who it was, he didn’t know what was happening. Everything was fuzzy, he was dizzy with pain, and the room flashed to black for a few long moments, then he was back in his body and the keening sound was him, was pathetically him. He was breathing fast and heavy but every inhale burned with hurt. His cheek was already swelling, pushing his left eye closed.
The men were laughing.
It was awful laughter, laughter of the sick, of the damned. He could hear them talking amongst one another, excitedly plotting, deciding who was going to get to fuck him first, and then the pain crested as he swallowed, suddenly too much to handle. Nausea roiled in his gut and he turned his head to the side and puked.
“Disgusting,” Marvin said.
The mattress dipped as the man crawled on top of Eiji, swinging a leg over and then sitting on his thighs, pinning him to the mattress.
He was blurry in Eiji’s sight now, fading in and out of his vision, and as the dizziness took over, the nausea grew again. “I’m—” Eiji tried, then he gagged again, trying not to puke all over himself.
“You’re a fucking mess,” Marvin said, but as he stroked Eiji’s chest again with the fat pads of his fingers, he smiled. “I’m going to enjoy training you.”
“Training?” Eiji whispered the question, his lips moving slowly, carefully, trying not jar his broken cheek.
Another man grabbed at his hair and pulled his head up as far as it was able to go. “Hey baby,” he said, crooning in Eiji’s face.
His teeth were yellow and tobacco stained, and his breath smelt of garlic. Eiji gasped in his grip. His cheekbone felt as though it were shifting with every movement, and his left eye was completely swollen shut now. He could barely see anything.
“Dino likes his pets to behave,” the man said. “We’re here to break you in.”
The cuffs above Eiji’s head were clinking against the metal bed frame and he realized he was starting to shake. There were hands all over his body, between his legs, at his throat, at his chest and legs and arms, and he couldn’t see them all—his peripheral vision was gone—and this was almost more terrifying than anything else. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t see who was touching him, he didn’t know where to look, he didn’t know how to escape, he didn’t understand how to be anything but completely helpless.
I’m sorry, Ash, he thought.
A hand grabbed his chin harshly, and Eiji cried out at the pain in his cheek.
“Open up, kitten,” someone said.
Eiji shook his head, pressing his lips together as tightly as he could. His chest was heaving with terror. Fingers pushed against his mouth, against his jawbone, trying to find entrance. Someone pinched his nose closed then, and Eiji tried to hold out, tried not to give in, but he needed air, he needed to breath.
He opened his mouth and something bitter fell in—a pill, a tablet, something that was already beginning to dissolve. “Fuck you,” he cried, jerking his head from their grasp and trying to spit. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—”
They grabbed him and held his jaw shut. Someone was rubbing circles at his Adam’s apple, triggering his swallowing reflex, and he couldn’t help it, the pill was already almost completely dissolved, he had to swallow and he did, tears falling and a horrible snuffling noise coming from his nose.
“There we go,” Marvin said.
He hadn’t moved from Eiji’s thighs, and he started to rock then, against Eiji’s cock. He reached down and unbuttoned, and his thick cock burst free, already enormously hard. He stroked himself a few times, rocking back on Eiji.
“Don’t,” Eiji tried to say. The hands were still at his throat, at his hair, at his chest. He wanted to cry, then he was crying, then he wanted to stop crying, he wanted this to end, he didn’t want to be here.
“Fuck,” Marvin muttered. His cock was already glistening with pre-cum.
Eiji closed his good eye as tightly as he could.
“Don’t worry, kitten,” Marvin said sweetly. “We’re not ready to fuck you quite yet. Still have a lot of fun to come first.” He leaned over Eiji, his belly flush against Eiji’s chest.
Eiji felt as though he were suffocating, unable to breathe, unable to move, but then there was a click of the handcuffs, and his wrists fell free.
“There we go,” Marvin said.
Eiji tried to move, tried to throw a punch. His movements were slow and languid, fuzzing at the edges. He couldn’t lift his arm. “What…” he said, swallowing. “What did you do?” Every syllable was work to force past swollen lips.
“Ehh…give it a few minutes still,” Marvin said. “I think you’re going to enjoy this next part.”