Cries of Yesterday

Cries of Yesterday
A Grandia 2 fanfiction
Written by Krisa Kelly a.k.a. Scarlet Shaman © 2004

Chapter Three

WARNING: RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER (skip if you do NOT wish to read)

Diego walked over and roughly pushed Roan down. He crawled on top of him, using his own weight to stop him from moving. It mattered very little if his angel would submit because he would take him by force if needed. That way it would be easier to break the young blond, then he would have no choice but to become a member of Diego's small 'family'. He admired Roan's attempts at trying to gain some control of the situation but it was impossible to happen. Diego had the power and control and he was going to use it to show Roan just who was in charge.

Roan squirmed and breathed deeply as Diego sat on him, crushing his smaller body into the soft bed. He panicked and felt tears prickle in the corners of his blue eyes, especially when Diego forced his lips on his and kissed him roughly. He bit and sucked on Roan's lower lip and delivered a bruising kiss, using his tongue to force his mouth open and slipping it inside, tasting the boy greedily.

Finding that he had hardly any control over his body, Roan used the only method that would hopefully give him some independence back. When Diego's tongue darted inside his mouth swiftly, Roan bit as hard as he could, enough to draw blood.

The red-haired man hissed in pain and sat up, spitting out the blood. His eyes narrowed and his face twisted into a cynical set. Diego raised his hand and backhanded Roan across the face, the bulky ring cutting deep into the blond's cheek.

“If you disobey me, angel, you will be punished. You will learn soon that I am the master and you are just a cheep whore!”

Diego smiled in satisfaction as he watched the blood seep from Roan's cheek. He roughly pulled the tie from Roan's hair and began to eagerly undo the orange kerchief that was loosely tied around his neck. Both the articles were thrown to the floor and Diego continued to discard Roan's clothes, ignoring his loud pleas of protest.

Soon, Roan was discarded of all his clothes but his long tunic-like top. Diego didn't want to risk untying Roan's hands for a second in case the boy managed to somehow better him. It mattered little to him because he still had full access to Roan. If anything, it should reassure Roan that at least he wouldn't be fully naked when Diego took advantage of him. But it wouldn't do anything to stop the terrible act from happening, would it?

The scarlet-haired man's clothes swiftly joined Roan's on the floor and he crawled onto the blond's body, inhaling the sweet and pure scent.

“Please, don't,” Roan whimpered in a feeble attempt to stop Diego. He wasn't able to move because of the full weight of the man's body pinning him down. He could feel Diego's hot breath on his neck as he nibbled and bit the soft flesh there. Roan shook his head to stop the man from making any kind of mark on his neck but he just gasped as his head was pushed back and Diego bit harder.

“It's too late to go back now. You see what you've done to me? Can you feel how hard you make me? Well, since you've made me this hard, you're going to relieve me of this 'problem',” he laughed, seductively.

“No…”

Diego chose to disregard the pleas as he looked at the Roan's face. His eyes were half closed and he could see the tears that would soon begin to fall from his beautiful eyes. He wanted Roan to cry. He wanted to hear him scream. Diego smiled and moved off his warm body, pulling his legs apart widely.

Roan closed his eyes. This was really going to happen to him, wasn't it? He began to shiver in fear. He didn't want this; he didn't want to be here. Maybe he should never have even left Cyrum Kingdom in the first place and accepted who he was.

Diego's eyes landed on Roan's face, watching intently as he suddenly pushed a long, dry finger into him. Followed by another … and another…

Tears fell from Roan's eyes as he bit his bottom lip, not wanting the man to hear the pain he was causing him.

Diego pushed his fingers in further and faster, leaning over to lick away Roan's tears. “Delicious…” He removed his fingers swiftly and positioned himself between Roan's legs. “You'll enjoy this, angel, I know I will.”

Roan choked back more sobs as Diego's thick length penetrated him. His hardness slowly stretched him, forcing its way past the muscle ring and deeper inside.

The boy screamed in agony. The pain was like nothing he had felt before. With each thrust of Diego's member, it endured in another pain filled scream. He felt as if he was being torn apart. It hurt so much. Tears fell from his clenched eyes and he could do nothing to stop them. He wanted the man to stop; he just wanted it all to be over. Was he being punished for what he was doing? Travelling under false pretences? For who he was the ancestor of? He called for him to stop, but that ended in him violently thrusting deeper inside him.

Diego grunted as Roan's tightness gripped him.

“Oh, you're so tight, little one…”

But Roan couldn't hear due to his own loud screams. His throat became dry and began to hurt with all his screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the other. This pain would not ease or go away. He wanted to rid himself of it. It was degrading. How could this happen to him? HIM? Of all people? He was royalty. How could he go about his position when he was violated in such a disgusting manner? They wouldn't accept him. His father would hate him … and his friends…

He felt revolted with himself for letting this happen. Maybe if he was more careful…

Diego slowly continued to pull from Roan's orifice and force himself back inside. Roan continued to cry out, but Diego never took notice, always too caught up in his own pleasure. The redhead groaned as he ventured far into Roan, noticing a warm substance coating his hardness and acting as a lubricant. It was blood. The boy was bleeding. But it didn't make Diego put an end to his brutal assault … it made him act more. He thrust faster and harder. He wanted release inside the boy.

“Do you like that? I'd say you're the best fuck I've had so far… oh yes, you're so tight.”

“Please, stop! It hurts … you're hurting me! Please, I beg of you, please stop…” Roan was crying in earnest now, pleading innocently. He didn't care how degrading it was to beg for the pain to be over, it was better than being abused like this. Being raped and having everything taken from you.

“Can't do that, angel. I've started and now I've gotta finish…”

To be continued…