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What have you done?
Title: I love you but…(how could you do this to me?)
Summary: Okay, because I’m lazy I’m going to make this a short short summary. Leon gets raped by Siegfried…OoOoOoO fear the shortness…fear it!
Disclaimer: I Do not own yuu-gi-oh or ANY of the characters…if I did the show would not be suitable for children’s eyes…and ohhh the bad TV reports I would have…not to mention the millions of dollars I would have. I wouldn’t have to go to this crappy collage…*thinks* oh heaven. (Yes I plan to keep my disclaimer the same for all of my FFs)
A/N: Well, in this chapter we’re going to do a giant leap in time…Like two days. I’ll give you a tiny recap and that’s about it. This chapter is one of my darker ones, I wrote the lemon part a few weeks ago, but nothing leading up to it…is that weird or what? I would’ve worked on it a loooong time ago accept for the fact that I’m working on another project that I’m assuredly not going to post on the regular FF. Only on the AFF because it’s that dark…yeah…and it’s weird too. Really weird. And long as well…it’s already 8 pages and I’m nowhere close to being finished. It’s like a really long rape one shot…sweet…
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Leon and Siegfried awoke the very next morning and went about their usual routine as if nothing had ever happened between them. Siegfried went about doing his job and ignoring Leon who waltzed about the house being bored and thinking nothing of it. The same went for the next day, and the day after that. No love was made over those few days, but the largest event that happened was that their parents returned a day early. That’s when things started getting bad.
Their mother stormed in the front door as if she were in a rage, but that is always how she came home. It was like a loud habit of announcing her presence. Her husband, their father, walked heartily into the house as if overjoyed to be there. (Which he probably was after being away for almost a week.)
The servants passing by them through the halls would greet them and tell them they were glad they were home. Several that were closer with the masters asked if the trip was a good one only to get an un-detailed explanation that it was horrid. Later the Frau headed off in search of Siegfried leaving her husband to do whatever he wished. And at that moment he wished to find his youngest son. The one he’d heard about enjoying the love made to him from his oldest son.
He found the child sitting in front of the TV in the living room watching a rerun of the finals of some amateur duel tournament. He looked bored with the show and looked as if he knew exactly what was going to happen. He was, after all, an expert at defining strategies.
“Hello, Leon,” Herr Schroeder said in a sickening tone. Leon turned his head to smile at the man.
“Welcome home, papa.” The man wanted to glare at the child for pretending as if nothing had ever happened. How many times had he lied like this before without his father catching on? That is exactly what was pulsing through Herr Schroeder’s mind.
“I trust you and Siegfried enjoyed your alone time.” Leon began to wonder if his father found out about his and Siegfried’s relationship, judging by how he worded his question, but he kept the emotion out of his face.
“It was kinda boring actually,” Leon said, trying to keep his eyes on the TV and away from his father. Said man furrowed his brow as his child continued to dodge the answer he wanted and admit what he had done. But he was just a child and it’s hard to expect them to realize when you were aware of something. Children /always/ think that you don’t know.
“That’s not what I heard,” Herr Schroeder said. Leon found it obvious that his father did not want him paying attention to the television so he simply flipped it off and stood up. He intended to leave the room and leave his father to himself. (Usually when Herr Schroeder got talkative while you were watching the television it meant that there was something on that he wanted to watch and you were interfering.
“Oh, did Siegfried say something different? He was at work most of the time so…” Leon was silenced when he looked up at his father’s cold eyes. The man looked as if he were angry about something and he couldn’t help but wonder if he knew.
“Yes, I heard that you two had a ball…” the man stepped towards Leon causing the boy to back up in fear. “Having sex on your bedroom floor!” Leon gasped as his eyes went wide. So he really did know, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t deny it.
“Th-that’s not t-true,” Leon stammered, not being able to get the words out right.
“You liar! You’re mother told me exactly what happened! You enjoyed it!” Herr Schroeder’s eyes burned with rage and Leon knew that he was in terrible danger.
/Momma,/ Leon thought dismally. /Why? Why did you tell him? What have you done?/
“No!” His lip trembled and he swallowed hard.
“You were begging for more weren’t you!? Weren’t you!”
“N-no!” Tears formed at the sides of Leon’s eyes. He feared what was going to happen to him and knew that no matter what no one would stop his father if worst came to worst.
“Stop lying!” Herr Schroeder grabbed his son painfully by the wrist and slammed him back into the stone wall. Leon whimpered loudly and shook violently as his father loomed over him. “You wanted it didn’t you!”
“Yes!” Leon cried with a chocked sob as he felt his father’s grip on his wrist increase. He feared what the future held for him and was sure that it meant severe pain. His father let out a growl and tugged at Leon’s wrist guiding him towards the door.
“Come here!” Leon tried desperately to keep up with his father’s long strides. With each passing second maids and butlers with sympathetic looks passed by. Leon could not slow himself down for a second for his father would violently tug on his wrist with enough force to pull it out of socket. “And stop your damned whimpering!” Leon had been crying and whimpering as he was pulled violently along. He was so terrified of what was going to happen to him.
Leon felt even more frightened when he found himself be dragged up the steps towards the bedroom. /Is he going to….No, he thinks incest is dirty. He wouldn’t even think of hurting me like that…Would he?/
Leon was soon to realize how false his accusation was.
“You want incest? I’ll give you damned incest!” Leon found himself bent over the edge of the guestroom bed whimpering as he heard the sound of a belt being unfastened and a fly being pulled down. He felt a hand go around his waist undo the button on his pants along with pulling down his zipper. He felt his father pull at the waist of his pants and then they fell freely to the floor. He knew what came next and couldn’t help but whimper at the thought. “I said be quiet!” Leon felt his father’s hand collide painfully with his ass and refrained from calling out or making any other noises. “Now spread your legs.”
Leon swallowed hard but did as he was instructed. And not ten seconds later did he feel his father’s member pressing at his entrance. No preparation was done here like with Siegfried, nothing to make the experience gentle or any bit painless. And then with a sickening laugh from his father Leon felt the dick being painfully, and quickly thrust into his body as far as it would go. Leon screamed not being able to hold it back only to have his father slam him on the back of his head.
Leon felt his walls being torn and begin to bleed as his father pulled out once more and thrust deep in again causing the child in front of him to yelp once more and dig his fingers into the soft sheets on the bed. Tears flooded down his cheeks and drenched the sheets more and more with each wet tear.
Once again his father pulled out of his bloody canal and slammed back in with only a little less friction than before. Leon tried to muffle his yelps and sobs in the mattress but found it next to impossible. More and more the deep and painful thrusts continued spilling streams of blood down the child’s legs and staining the clothes at his feet. His father was only glad that it wasn’t staining the carpet.
Once and only once his father spoke to him, freezing in his motions to lean forward and whisper to his sobbing son. And only to mock the child for his tears.
“What’s the mater, Leon? I thought you enjoyed this?” Then he laughed, pulled out to the head and slammed back in painfully making Leon jump and yell out loud enough that someone downstairs could hear. Well, a couple of someone’s actually.
Herr Schroeder continued slamming into the abused shaft releasing more blood and forcing more whimpers and yelps from his child. And after a few more minutes he released his seed into the boy burning the sores and cuts that the child had obtained. Leon screamed out at the top of his lungs attracting the attention of a couple more people than just the two on the lower level. The servants who had seen Leon being pulled away shook their heads dismally and one kind maid sobbed at the thought of her kind young master being hurt so badly. She had no clue of what was happening to him, but she had /never/ heard Leon scream like that before, not ever.
There was a slam of a door as Herr Schroeder left his son to be discovered or undiscovered in the guest room on his knees sobbing in front of the bed. Dark red blood and white cum pooled on the clothes between his legs. Not a drop of the two substances reached the floor, Herr Schroeder made sure of that.
However, the instant Herr Schroeder stepped foot on the lower floor he was instantly bombarded with questions from his wife and oldest son.
“What did you do to make Leon yell like that? Didn’t I tell you that I had a migraine?” Yes, the Frau, only concerned with her hangover, never thinking that her husband had just molested her son.
“Yes, what /did/ you do to him?” Siegfried glared at the man with a look of intelligence on his face. He had a pretty good idea of what happened to his kid brother in one of the rooms above them.
“Nothing worse than you did, Siegfried.” Herr Schroeder walked causally away with his wife following after him holding her head.
“What exactly does that mean?” Her mind was still foggy from her champagne drunk. She wasn’t stating her inquiry angrily as if she knew what had happened and wanted to hear a confession, no, the tone she used meant that she really did not have the slightest clue of what he meant. But Siegfried did and the instant his parents were out of sight he sprinted up the staircase opening every door to every room looking for his small lover. And when he found the room where Leon had been defiled he was shocked at what he saw.
Leon was no longer on his knees sobbing in front of the bed, but his blood stained clothes were still there and the only trace of his movement was a patchy blood trial that lead to the room’s bathroom.
“Leon?” Siegfried walked towards the bathroom where he heard the faint sound of running water from behind the closed wooden door. “Leon? Are you alright?” He knocked quietly on the wooden door and his only reply was the sound of the water being turned off and highly chocked words. “I-I’m coming in there.”
Siegfried walked into the bath only to find his small lover curled up on the tield floor weeping tears all over the floor. “Siegfried…it hurts…” He chocked turning his redden eyes at his big brother.
Siegfried was stunned at the sight before his eyes. He knelt to his brother and pushed his chin lightly so Leon would look him in the eyes. “It’s ok…It’s all over…” He placed a light kiss on the child’s lips only get a sob in response. “What did that animal do to you?” Siegfried asked already knowing the answer as his eyes darted over every inch of the child in front of him.
“Siegfried,” Leon mumbled, casting his eyes away from his older brother. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I…I don’t…” Siegfried waited unusually patient for his small weeping object of utter and pure affection to finish his sentence. “I don’t want to be your lover anymore…”
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A/N: OoOoOoOo a cliffy…well sorta. It’s kinda sad that I finished this chapter before I even wrote the start of it, lol. Damn that bastard Herr Schroeder! Damn him! Or damn me because I’m the one who wrote him to be like that…uh…*guilty as charged* R&R and maybe, just maybe I’ll make this fic have a happy ending, neh? (The next chapter IS going to be the last one.)
Summary: Okay, because I’m lazy I’m going to make this a short short summary. Leon gets raped by Siegfried…OoOoOoO fear the shortness…fear it!
Disclaimer: I Do not own yuu-gi-oh or ANY of the characters…if I did the show would not be suitable for children’s eyes…and ohhh the bad TV reports I would have…not to mention the millions of dollars I would have. I wouldn’t have to go to this crappy collage…*thinks* oh heaven. (Yes I plan to keep my disclaimer the same for all of my FFs)
A/N: Well, in this chapter we’re going to do a giant leap in time…Like two days. I’ll give you a tiny recap and that’s about it. This chapter is one of my darker ones, I wrote the lemon part a few weeks ago, but nothing leading up to it…is that weird or what? I would’ve worked on it a loooong time ago accept for the fact that I’m working on another project that I’m assuredly not going to post on the regular FF. Only on the AFF because it’s that dark…yeah…and it’s weird too. Really weird. And long as well…it’s already 8 pages and I’m nowhere close to being finished. It’s like a really long rape one shot…sweet…
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Leon and Siegfried awoke the very next morning and went about their usual routine as if nothing had ever happened between them. Siegfried went about doing his job and ignoring Leon who waltzed about the house being bored and thinking nothing of it. The same went for the next day, and the day after that. No love was made over those few days, but the largest event that happened was that their parents returned a day early. That’s when things started getting bad.
Their mother stormed in the front door as if she were in a rage, but that is always how she came home. It was like a loud habit of announcing her presence. Her husband, their father, walked heartily into the house as if overjoyed to be there. (Which he probably was after being away for almost a week.)
The servants passing by them through the halls would greet them and tell them they were glad they were home. Several that were closer with the masters asked if the trip was a good one only to get an un-detailed explanation that it was horrid. Later the Frau headed off in search of Siegfried leaving her husband to do whatever he wished. And at that moment he wished to find his youngest son. The one he’d heard about enjoying the love made to him from his oldest son.
He found the child sitting in front of the TV in the living room watching a rerun of the finals of some amateur duel tournament. He looked bored with the show and looked as if he knew exactly what was going to happen. He was, after all, an expert at defining strategies.
“Hello, Leon,” Herr Schroeder said in a sickening tone. Leon turned his head to smile at the man.
“Welcome home, papa.” The man wanted to glare at the child for pretending as if nothing had ever happened. How many times had he lied like this before without his father catching on? That is exactly what was pulsing through Herr Schroeder’s mind.
“I trust you and Siegfried enjoyed your alone time.” Leon began to wonder if his father found out about his and Siegfried’s relationship, judging by how he worded his question, but he kept the emotion out of his face.
“It was kinda boring actually,” Leon said, trying to keep his eyes on the TV and away from his father. Said man furrowed his brow as his child continued to dodge the answer he wanted and admit what he had done. But he was just a child and it’s hard to expect them to realize when you were aware of something. Children /always/ think that you don’t know.
“That’s not what I heard,” Herr Schroeder said. Leon found it obvious that his father did not want him paying attention to the television so he simply flipped it off and stood up. He intended to leave the room and leave his father to himself. (Usually when Herr Schroeder got talkative while you were watching the television it meant that there was something on that he wanted to watch and you were interfering.
“Oh, did Siegfried say something different? He was at work most of the time so…” Leon was silenced when he looked up at his father’s cold eyes. The man looked as if he were angry about something and he couldn’t help but wonder if he knew.
“Yes, I heard that you two had a ball…” the man stepped towards Leon causing the boy to back up in fear. “Having sex on your bedroom floor!” Leon gasped as his eyes went wide. So he really did know, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t deny it.
“Th-that’s not t-true,” Leon stammered, not being able to get the words out right.
“You liar! You’re mother told me exactly what happened! You enjoyed it!” Herr Schroeder’s eyes burned with rage and Leon knew that he was in terrible danger.
/Momma,/ Leon thought dismally. /Why? Why did you tell him? What have you done?/
“No!” His lip trembled and he swallowed hard.
“You were begging for more weren’t you!? Weren’t you!”
“N-no!” Tears formed at the sides of Leon’s eyes. He feared what was going to happen to him and knew that no matter what no one would stop his father if worst came to worst.
“Stop lying!” Herr Schroeder grabbed his son painfully by the wrist and slammed him back into the stone wall. Leon whimpered loudly and shook violently as his father loomed over him. “You wanted it didn’t you!”
“Yes!” Leon cried with a chocked sob as he felt his father’s grip on his wrist increase. He feared what the future held for him and was sure that it meant severe pain. His father let out a growl and tugged at Leon’s wrist guiding him towards the door.
“Come here!” Leon tried desperately to keep up with his father’s long strides. With each passing second maids and butlers with sympathetic looks passed by. Leon could not slow himself down for a second for his father would violently tug on his wrist with enough force to pull it out of socket. “And stop your damned whimpering!” Leon had been crying and whimpering as he was pulled violently along. He was so terrified of what was going to happen to him.
Leon felt even more frightened when he found himself be dragged up the steps towards the bedroom. /Is he going to….No, he thinks incest is dirty. He wouldn’t even think of hurting me like that…Would he?/
Leon was soon to realize how false his accusation was.
“You want incest? I’ll give you damned incest!” Leon found himself bent over the edge of the guestroom bed whimpering as he heard the sound of a belt being unfastened and a fly being pulled down. He felt a hand go around his waist undo the button on his pants along with pulling down his zipper. He felt his father pull at the waist of his pants and then they fell freely to the floor. He knew what came next and couldn’t help but whimper at the thought. “I said be quiet!” Leon felt his father’s hand collide painfully with his ass and refrained from calling out or making any other noises. “Now spread your legs.”
Leon swallowed hard but did as he was instructed. And not ten seconds later did he feel his father’s member pressing at his entrance. No preparation was done here like with Siegfried, nothing to make the experience gentle or any bit painless. And then with a sickening laugh from his father Leon felt the dick being painfully, and quickly thrust into his body as far as it would go. Leon screamed not being able to hold it back only to have his father slam him on the back of his head.
Leon felt his walls being torn and begin to bleed as his father pulled out once more and thrust deep in again causing the child in front of him to yelp once more and dig his fingers into the soft sheets on the bed. Tears flooded down his cheeks and drenched the sheets more and more with each wet tear.
Once again his father pulled out of his bloody canal and slammed back in with only a little less friction than before. Leon tried to muffle his yelps and sobs in the mattress but found it next to impossible. More and more the deep and painful thrusts continued spilling streams of blood down the child’s legs and staining the clothes at his feet. His father was only glad that it wasn’t staining the carpet.
Once and only once his father spoke to him, freezing in his motions to lean forward and whisper to his sobbing son. And only to mock the child for his tears.
“What’s the mater, Leon? I thought you enjoyed this?” Then he laughed, pulled out to the head and slammed back in painfully making Leon jump and yell out loud enough that someone downstairs could hear. Well, a couple of someone’s actually.
Herr Schroeder continued slamming into the abused shaft releasing more blood and forcing more whimpers and yelps from his child. And after a few more minutes he released his seed into the boy burning the sores and cuts that the child had obtained. Leon screamed out at the top of his lungs attracting the attention of a couple more people than just the two on the lower level. The servants who had seen Leon being pulled away shook their heads dismally and one kind maid sobbed at the thought of her kind young master being hurt so badly. She had no clue of what was happening to him, but she had /never/ heard Leon scream like that before, not ever.
There was a slam of a door as Herr Schroeder left his son to be discovered or undiscovered in the guest room on his knees sobbing in front of the bed. Dark red blood and white cum pooled on the clothes between his legs. Not a drop of the two substances reached the floor, Herr Schroeder made sure of that.
However, the instant Herr Schroeder stepped foot on the lower floor he was instantly bombarded with questions from his wife and oldest son.
“What did you do to make Leon yell like that? Didn’t I tell you that I had a migraine?” Yes, the Frau, only concerned with her hangover, never thinking that her husband had just molested her son.
“Yes, what /did/ you do to him?” Siegfried glared at the man with a look of intelligence on his face. He had a pretty good idea of what happened to his kid brother in one of the rooms above them.
“Nothing worse than you did, Siegfried.” Herr Schroeder walked causally away with his wife following after him holding her head.
“What exactly does that mean?” Her mind was still foggy from her champagne drunk. She wasn’t stating her inquiry angrily as if she knew what had happened and wanted to hear a confession, no, the tone she used meant that she really did not have the slightest clue of what he meant. But Siegfried did and the instant his parents were out of sight he sprinted up the staircase opening every door to every room looking for his small lover. And when he found the room where Leon had been defiled he was shocked at what he saw.
Leon was no longer on his knees sobbing in front of the bed, but his blood stained clothes were still there and the only trace of his movement was a patchy blood trial that lead to the room’s bathroom.
“Leon?” Siegfried walked towards the bathroom where he heard the faint sound of running water from behind the closed wooden door. “Leon? Are you alright?” He knocked quietly on the wooden door and his only reply was the sound of the water being turned off and highly chocked words. “I-I’m coming in there.”
Siegfried walked into the bath only to find his small lover curled up on the tield floor weeping tears all over the floor. “Siegfried…it hurts…” He chocked turning his redden eyes at his big brother.
Siegfried was stunned at the sight before his eyes. He knelt to his brother and pushed his chin lightly so Leon would look him in the eyes. “It’s ok…It’s all over…” He placed a light kiss on the child’s lips only get a sob in response. “What did that animal do to you?” Siegfried asked already knowing the answer as his eyes darted over every inch of the child in front of him.
“Siegfried,” Leon mumbled, casting his eyes away from his older brother. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I…I don’t…” Siegfried waited unusually patient for his small weeping object of utter and pure affection to finish his sentence. “I don’t want to be your lover anymore…”
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A/N: OoOoOoOo a cliffy…well sorta. It’s kinda sad that I finished this chapter before I even wrote the start of it, lol. Damn that bastard Herr Schroeder! Damn him! Or damn me because I’m the one who wrote him to be like that…uh…*guilty as charged* R&R and maybe, just maybe I’ll make this fic have a happy ending, neh? (The next chapter IS going to be the last one.)