Stinging Beauty

(Cackles madly) hehehee, I knew, I’d make your tiny little hearts bleed with the first chappie, because that’s exactly what I attempted to do, muahahahahaaaa-hack-hack-coughcoughcough, ugh(note to self: exercise mad authoress laugh^^°)!

Don’t worry, though, I won’t put too many of those tear-jerkers inside, and I’ll also try to keep the fluff in check(hides scented candles and rosepetals).

Yes, uhmm, where were we- ahh, yes, chapter two, or, in this case, chapter one!

Enjoy, and please remember to review. Arigatou!^^

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2. In the beginning

It started with a fight.

Hell, with those two, it always started with a fight.

This one, however, was different.

He should have sensed that the other one was not in a good mood today, seeing how he snarled at everyone unlucky enough to get in his way. Everybody told him to leave the other be, if just for today, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t listen.

He never listened, not when it came to this particular guy.

All morning, he pestered the other teen in his usual ways, this one only growing more tense and quiet with every jab and insult.

The fact that he didn’t retaliate, didn’t fight back, should have set off his alarms.

It did, but he chose to ignore them just as he had the warnings.

The situation escalated, when he run into the other boy in the abandoned washroom.

Standing in front of the porcelain bowl and pulling down his zipper, he smirked and let out a very bad joke about the other one’s dick.

The words were not even halfway out his lips, when his face made harsh contact with the faded tiles, the impact stunning him momentarily.

Before he could blink away the stars swarming in front of his eyes, he was grabbed by his uniform collar and hurled into one of the empty stalls.

He could have sworn he heard the sinews in his knee tearing, when it hit the rim of the toilet seat. Gritting his teeth, he tried to steady himself, just to have his forehead ground again into the coated wall, almost rendering him unconscious.

The next thing he knew was him being smashed against the locked stall door with enough force to knock the wind out of his lungs. A hand fisted his hair, even as the other one started working on his belt.

The faint, clanking sound jerked him back into full awareness, slight panic overriding his rational thinking, as he tried to escape.

Alas, the hand moved from his head to is throat, squeezing it, even as the other fist rammed again and again into his back and sides, marring the soft flesh underneath the uniform.

Pain and lack of oxygen blurred his vision, but he was still aware enough of his pants and boxers being pushed down to his knees.

“No-don’t!” he rasped, when he heard a faint slurping sound, and the one long finger entered his opening, harshly stretching him.

“You just couldn’t leave me be, ne? Just for one single day, all you had to do was stay out of my way, but no, you just had to keep pushing me! Well, see how much you like being pushed!”

With that, his attacker rammed into him, brutally, recklessly, and he cried out in agony as he felt the tender skin of his rectum open and bleed, coating the intruder’s manhood with crimson lubricant.

Every thrust sent another bolt of hurt up his spine, even as the tears on his face rivaled with the blood running down his legs.

Croaking out past his bruised lips, he asked:

“Why-why are..you doing this-to me?”

“Why..do you make me do it?” came the sobbed answer, rendering the questioner speechless.

Over and over, the teen was assaulted, until his rapist finally released into him. With a wet, slimy sound the attacker pulled out of his victim, letting the hurt boy sink to the tiled floor in a shivering heap.

“Final warning: don’t ever get in my way again. ”

Stepping carelessly across the huddled form, the teen left his broken rival curled up in his own blood, semen dotting the red life essence with white-ish streaks.

It took Seto Kaiba almost ten minutes to pick himself up off the ground.

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*My dear fellow females, if you should ever stumble, out of a drunken stupor(or pure dimwittedness) in the men’s washroom, here’s the three stone-etched commandments regarding every men’s washroom in the entire universe:

Rule No#: don’t ever stare(down there)

Rule No#2: don’t comment(if you slipped rule No#1)

Rule No#3: see rule No#1

Of course, there are some other one’s too, but I’d rather not go there…or tell you how I know(blush).° °’