Flashback

Author’s Note: Well it took four months for me to finally get this chapter up. I blame it on my lack of brainpower. School bored me for the longest time, even if I didn’t really do any work. But since I’m done it’s all good and I have more free time. Anyways, enough rambling, enjoy. ^^

Warnings: This chapter contains coarse language, a boy’s playful attempts to molest another boy, angst and a semi-graphic rape scene.
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Dressed and ready for the day, Roxas made his way down the white staircase and walked into the dining room for breakfast. Sephiroth was already there as usual, but he hadn’t touched any of the delicious looking food on the table. Roxas gave him a smile and pulled out his chair, sitting down.

“Did you sleep well?” Sephiroth asked. He poured some wine for himself, and took a sip from a crystal glass.

“Better than I have in a while.” Roxas answered, slipping his fork into the fluffy looking scrambled eggs. He wondered if Sephiroth worked as a chef rather than a lawyer as he discovered a couple of weeks before.

“Good to hear.”

The room was silent after that. But it no longer bugged Roxas. In fact, it was almost peaceful in a way.

Roxas took a drink of water, reached for a piece of toast, and looked around for the butter, spotting it behind the water pitcher. He was about to reach for it when the phone rang making him jump and drop his knife. It clattered loudly against the butter dish making Roxas cringe.

“Sorry.”

“It’s nothing to worry about.” Sephiroth paused as the phone rang again. “You’ll have to excuse me while I answer that.” Roxas nodded and Sephiroth left the room.

Roxas hummed softly as he buttered his toast, listening indiscreetly to bits of Sephiroth’s side of the conversation.

“Yes, of course, give it a couple of days. Everything is almost ready. In fact, I’ll give him an introduction tonight.”

He blinked, curiosity getting the better of him. Was Sephiroth talking about him? If so, what did he mean he’d give him an introduction? Roxas gently pushed his chair back and got to his feet, moving quietly to the into the hallway, concentrating fully on the conversation.

“It doesn’t work that way.” He heard Sephiroth chuckle, “You give me the money first and then you will have your show.”

Show? What the hell?

Roxas moved closer, just outside the kitchen now, making sure to stay out of Sephiroth’s sight by keeping his back against the wall, but peering around the door frame when he was sure Sephiroth wasn’t looking.

“Tomorrow? My, why so impatient?” A pause. “Yes, tomorrow then. I will give you a call in the morning. Goodbye.” Sephiroth hung up and started for the dining room. Roxas saw him heading his way and he quickly dashed back into the dining room so Sephiroth wouldn’t see that the blond had been eavesdropping.

Sephiroth returned to the dining room and noticed Roxas was breathing a little quickly, his face flushed. When he sat back down and Roxas dropped his fork. He raised an eyebrow.

“Is something wrong?”

“N-no. Why do you ask?”

“You seem…troubled.”

Roxas blushed, and leaned down to pick up his fork. “I’m fine. A piece of toast just went down the wrong way.”

“Ah.” Sephiroth brought his glass to his lips, taking a drink and watching Roxas. He was doing a sloppy job of spreading butter on another piece of toast. The boy seemed rather jumpy about something. No matter. He’d find out soon enough.

~~~
“That will be 2.49.” Sora said cheerfully as he took some munny from a customer and opened the cash register, slipping in a five-dollar bill then quickly gathered up the change and handed to the man. “One vanilla latte coming right up.” He told him as he skipped away make the order. He was in a good mood today, and Cloud was in a fairly good one too. After Squall had called about Roxas a couple of weeks ago and was ensured that he was fine, Cloud had begun to take interest in work again.

Sora stuck a cover on the top of the cup and handed it to the man. “There you go. Have a good day.” The man thanked him and walked over to a booth to enjoy his order.

“Hey shorty.”

Sora looked up upon hearing a familiar sexy voice and he grinned, ignoring the horrible nickname. “Hi Riku!”

Riku smiled and leaned in against the counter. “When’s your break?”

“Lunch. Why?”

Riku grinned and Sora glared.

“Jerk. Is that all you care about?”

“When it involves you and me, yes.”

“Liar. Now get lost, I’m working.”

Sora stuck his nose in the air and looked over Riku’s shoulder to see if there were any actual customers behind him. None. Damnit.

“You were happy to see me a second ago. Now you’re telling me to get lost. What’s up with that?” Riku looked hurt. But Sora knew otherwise.

“Because all you can think about is sex. It’s never just a visit to come see me.” Sora pouted, crossing his arms.

Riku rolled his eyes and looked around to make sure no one was watching. Satisfied, he used his powers and appeared behind the counter with Sora. “Calm down. You know that’s not true.”

Sora jumped and glared at him. “You ass, don’t do that!”

“You should have seen that coming.” Riku laughed. He pulled Sora against him and kissed his neck.

“It’s not my fault I keep forgetting!” Sora grumbled, but Riku was determined to make Sora happy. He slowly, sensually ran his hands down the Sora’s bare arms, making him shiver.

“I am a vampire if you haven’t noticed.”

“I know. I still haven’t gotten used to the nasty smell.” Sora was pouting now, but noticeably smitten with the silver haired sex-god. The love shining in his sapphire eyes proved it.

“Excuse me? Smell?” Riku spun the little brunet around to face him.

“Yes, smell. It was nasty when I first met you, and it’s still nasty now.”

Riku chuckled and pressed his lips against Sora’s, shutting him up for the moment. Sora’s cheeks turned a little pink, but he wrapped his arms around Riku’s neck, eyes closing as he returned the kiss.

“Nice to know I can rely on you.” A soft, yet deep voice came from behind the two teenagers.

Sora froze. His lips were still against Riku’s as he opened an eye to see his older brother frowning at him. “Heh, hi Cloud…” He murmured.

Riku broke the kiss and looked over Sora’s shoulder at Cloud, giving him a sheepish grin. He released the brunet, who looked just as sheepish. Cloud shook his head.

“You’re absolutely useless, Sora.”

“I’m sorry…”

“No you’re not.”

Cloud looked a little amused so Sora assumed his brother wasn’t too angry.

“You can fuck him later when you’re done working, ok?”

Sora blushed, but nodded. “Ok.”

Cloud sighed, shaking his head, muttering something under his breath as walked off to finish cleaning off the tables.

Sora and Riku watched him for a minute before Riku turned to look at Sora. “I’ll go sit down and wait for your break and then we can pick up where we started.”

Sora giggled and kissed Riku once more. “’K.”

Riku grinned; returning the kiss then transported himself over onto the other side of the counter and made his way over to an empty booth. Sora whined, wishing it was lunch now, but eventually got back to work as another familiar face showed himself at the counter.

“Hi Squall,” Sora said cheerfully.

Squall gave a slight nod in greeting. “Cloud seems to be doing better,” he commented.

Sora nodded. “Yep. But he’s being mean today.”

“Why?”

“He’s making me work.” Sora whined.

“That’s terrible.” Squall felt no sympathy for the little brunet whatsoever and Sora knew this.

“You’re a jerk, Squall. I don’t know what Cloud sees in you.”

The man smirked. “Simple. My good looks and ability to make him scream...”

Sora made a face. “Ew you’re sick.”

Squall looked quite proud of himself. “Whatever.” He put some munny on the counter and Sora just gave it a blank look.

“What’s that for?”

“…My tea.”

“Which is?”

Flat look.

Sora grinned. “I’m kidding. Green tea with a pinch of lemon.”

“Good.”

Sora stuck his tongue out at Squall, gave a wave and a wink to Riku, who just grinned, and set to work preparing Squall’s tea. Squall just sighed and pinched his nose.

Kids were so annoying.

~~~

Sora’s break had come and gone and he and Riku did the dirty before sharing a nice lunch together. But now it was about 8’clock and there were no more customers coming. Cloud had decided they should just close up for the night and clean up the café before heading upstairs. Cloud straightened up behind the counter and in the kitchen while Sora and Riku swept the floor and cleaned off the tables. But the cleaning didn’t last long as Sora soon turned work into play by whacking Riku in the head with his broom then taking off across the café, giggling with Riku chasing after him, whipping the wet cloth out at Sora’s ass.

Sora yelped and held his hands over his ass as he ran.

“Get back here and take it like a man.” Riku called after him.

“But I’m not a man! I’m a cute, innocent little boy, and if you hit me with that cloth one more time I’ll scream rape.” Sora yelped as Riku did just that.

“Ah! Rape!”

Riku laughed and did it again.

“Quit it!”

“You started it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too. You hit me over the head with the broom.” Riku crossed his arms, watching the little brunet.

Sora giggled, further proving Riku’s point. “It was funny though.”

“Yeah and so is this!”

Snap!

“Riku!” Sora yelped as he felt the wet cloth smack his ass once more. “Cloud, tell him to stop!”

Cloud came out of the kitchen with a dish in his hands. “Cut it out you guys. You’re supposed to be sweeping, Sora. And he’s cleaning off the tables.”

“Tell him that.” Riku said, pointing to Sora. “He hit me with the broom.”

“And he smacked my ass with the cloth!” Sora countered.

“I don’t care…” Cloud sighed. “I’m tired and I want to get everything cleaned up before we go to bed.”

“You go to bed then, Cloud. We’ll finish up.”

Cloud gave his brother a look. “Yeah? When in the morning?”

“No…before midnight.” The answer was innocent enough, but Cloud frowned and crossed his arms.

Sora grinned.

“Get back to work.”

“Fiiine. I’m going, I’m going.”

Cloud rubbed his temples and walked back behind the counter, heading upstairs, going to bed. He knew he was making a mistake leaving Sora alone with that fool of a vampire but right now, he just wanted to sleep.

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Roxas had felt a little uneasy before going to sleep that night, his earlier suspicions toward Sephiroth returned when he remembered the strange call the silver haired man took earlier that day. He was still curious to know what Sephiroth and the caller had been talking about, and as he lay there, he went over in his mind what could possibly be so secretive that made Sephiroth want to keep as little information out of his side of the conversation as possible. Roxas’ first thought was that Sephiroth was a drug dealer and that call was a client wanting to buy some drugs, however it didn’t fit as Roxas just remembered Sephiroth mentioning something about a show and ‘he’ getting an introduction to something. He shivered involuntarily, whatever it was; Sephiroth was obviously keeping this to himself for a reason.

The blond rolled over, facing the window. The moon was a thin sliver against the dark blue canvas of the night sky, its light shone down from above, pooling in a bright rectangle forming the shape of his window, and bending so that the light spilled over his bed as well. The stars, spread out in the sky, had not enough strength to add their dull light to the pure white lay out in his room. It was comforting, but at the same time gave off the feeling of a painful loneliness that Roxas had never felt with such intensity. The room was silent and comfortable, and if Roxas shut his eyes he might be able to imagine he was back in his old room with his brother Sora just across the hall, and Cloud further down, but it was the thought that he was even there that was calming.

But he was not in his old room and Roxas knew that. He swallowed hard and pressed his face into the cool pillow, its softness reminding him once more of home. His bed was never this comfortable no matter what he did to it, but every time he took a breath, he swore he was able to smell the candy-sweet scent of Sora, and he buried his face deeper into the pillow. He missed Sora so much. It was no secret the blond was in love with his brother, and Sora had no shame returning the love. The two boys had often shared a kiss and loving embrace, even in Cloud’s presence, though the older brother was disturbed by the very thought of his younger brothers together in such a way, he never did anything to stop them.

Tears formed and burned his eyes, but Roxas being the stubborn person he was, refused to let them fall. He tried not to cry very often if he could help it, but the longing he felt for home, for his brothers was so bad it hurt. It made Roxas feel sick right down to the pit of his stomach. It was unbearable. A tear escaped the confines of its prison and slid slowly down his cheek, curving down his jaw line and to the bottom of his chin where it stayed for a few seconds before continuing on its travel down his chin in a cold, lonely trail until it evaporated somewhere on his neck, leaving a quickly drying salted spot.

With the boy’s guard down, the rest of the tears found it an easy jailbreak and soon followed the one to have made history, sliding down both his cheeks in a desperate attempt to flee and not get caught. Next to come was that dreadful heart-wrenching sound, climbing up his throat, and pushing its way through trembling lips, making his whole body shake as the sob joined its free prison mates.

It was that sound that Sephiroth heard, as he stepped up to the closed door; hand on the doorknob getting ready to turn it. He heard another sob and raised a delicate eyebrow before slowly turning the knob and pushing the door open with no sound whatsoever. Roxas saw the artificial light from the hallway slowly merge with the wall, the pale yellow dancing before his watery vision. He curled his lips in and shut his eyes. There was no use letting Sephiroth see him cry. It was best to pretend he was asleep, but then again he probably heard him crying anyways. Roxas waited a few minutes, trying his best to regulate his breathing, as one who was in a deep sleep would sound.

Sephiroth strode over silently, a slow smirk on his lips as he looked down upon the still form.

“I know you are awake, Roxas. I could hear you crying.”

Roxas stiffened and a soft sob slipped out. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“Please don’t trouble yourself over those thoughts Roxas. I haven’t gone to bed yet.”

“Oh.”

Roxas hastily wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and slowly sat up, turning to face Sephiroth. The man was standing directly in the moonlight, giving him a rather eerie appearance as his silver hair practically glowed in the white light and his pale skin only adding to the ghostly figure. Roxas shivered.

“I-I think I’m going to try and get some sleep now.” He meekly told Sephiroth.

“Goodnight.”

Sephiroth headed over to the open door and Roxas settled back down under the covers, sniffling and hoping sleep would come quickly. Just as he was closing his eyes, he heard the click of his door locking and then the very faint sound of feet scuffling into the carpet.

Frowning, Roxas sat back up and looked over at his door, it was dark in that area, and he saw nothing. “Seph?”

There was no answer, but an ominous feeling washed over Roxas as he felt the bed dip slightly underneath another’s weight. He scrambled backwards, heart pounding against his chest as the ghostly white from the moon captured a visual of a thin, muscular figure, silver hair, and pale skin illuminating a creepy smile. Roxas was terrified.

The smile never left as Sephiroth took hold of one end of the blankets and peeled them back before straddling the boy’s legs. Roxas’s eyes widened, but his mind was numb with fear, any orders his brain gave out didn’t reach his body in time to react quickly enough.

Sephiroth reached out, placing his hand on the side of Roxas’s face. “Be a good boy…” He whispered, leaning in slowly, tilting his head so that his lips fit perfectly over the blond’s. He kissed him, slowly, gently, almost lovingly.

Roxas’s eyes grew ten times larger. He pulled away from the kiss and scrambled back as far as he could go, his back pressed against the headboard. “Don’t you fucking touch me!”

Sephiroth merely smirked and moved up further on Roxas, taking hold of both his wrists, holding them above his head as he leaned in once more, kissing the trembling lips. Roxas whimpered into the kiss and moved his head to the side as he struggled to free his wrists, but Sephiroth only held on tighter as he found Roxas’s lips once more, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue past the frightened boy’s lips and into the delicious damp heat of his mouth. He pressed his body closer to the smaller one and let go of the blond’s wrists. Roxas immediately tried to get away, struggling to get his legs out from under the silver haired man, and pushing against his chest. This only made him laugh.

“Relax, Roxas, it will go faster if you do, and I promise to make it enjoyable for you...” Sephiroth slipped his hands under Roxas’s shirt, traveling upward until they found what they were looking for. He pinched the small nubs simultaneously.

Roxas gasped, and shut his eyes. He didn’t want this. Oh god he didn’t want this.

“Relax…” Sephiroth whispered in his ear, kissing around it as he continued to pinch and rub the blond’s nipples.

Roxas squirmed under the bittersweet torture, gritting his teeth and pushing against the man again. “No!”

“Why?”

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

The silver haired man merely ignored Roxas’ anger, finding it more amusing than anything. He took his hands out from under Roxas’s shirt and moved them down to the elastic of his pants.

Roxas glared at Sephiroth, determined not to show he was scared. But it was getting much harder as each second passed.

Long fingers slipped into the waistband of Roxas’ pants and teasingly stroked his flaccid length through the rough material of his boxers.

Roxas shuddered and swallowed back tears that were threatening to fall again. “Stop it!” He gritted out, pushing harder against the silver haired man, “Get the fuck off me, now! Get off!”

“You will learn to like it,” Sephiroth said calmly, still stroking Roxas’ slowly hardening length.

“NO!”

Roxas thrashed around, chest burning with the build up of emotions he was feeling. Oh God, why was this happening? Why couldn’t he get him off? Why did he have to be so helpless in the worst situation ever?!

The ministrations he was receiving coaxed Roxas to full hardness and making him lose control of his body. He didn’t want it, the tears in his eyes was proof, but with each stroke of Sephiroth’s hand his hips would jut forward, wanting more, and a soft, barely perceptible moan escaped his quivering lips.

“S-stop!”

“But why would I do such a thing when you’re clearly enjoying this?”

Roxas glared up at him wishing he could just tear that smirk off the older man’s lips.

“I’m not you sick bastard!”

“Such a filthy mouth you have, perhaps it should be washed out later…”

Roxas’ mind was corrupted enough by that age to know what Sephiroth meant. He shuddered.

“Go to hell.”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes and just yanked down the flannel pajama bottoms, along with boxers. He looked the small body over and lifted his chin, pleased with what he saw.

Roxas felt sick, exposed and helpless. This was degrading. He had always heard of this stuff happening to people on the news, kids younger than him kidnapped and sexually assaulted, their bodies found months—even years later, but never in a million years did he think he’d fall victim to the same lust-filled and sadistic freaks like Sephiroth.

He felt a finger run along the inside of his thigh, brushing against the base of his penis, and bit his lip to hold back another moan.

“How old did you say you were, Roxas?”

“If you can’t remember then you’re out of luck—ahh!”

Sephiroth’s finger pushed inside his tight entrance making him gasp and close his eyes in pain.

“I’ll guess then. How about 12?”

“I’ll never tell you!” Roxas swallowed a sob.

A second finger was added.

“Stop it!”

Third finger.

“Annnh! Stop, please!”

“Just tell me your age,”

“Annh! 14!”

Roxas was crying now, wishing as he always did, that his parents were still alive. He would be at home if they were, helping his mother sell freshly baked cookies to their customers, while Sora goofed off and their father tried to convince Cloud stop worrying about the café and go to University.

“There now, was that really so bad?”

Sephiroth’s voice broke through his thoughts, his happy could-have-been-world shattered. The pain, which was a dull stinging, intensified as he was brought back to reality. He wasn’t at home with his family, he was trapped beneath an old man whose fingers were up his ass.

“Take them out!”

“Hm?”

“It hurts! Take them out!”

“But I haven’t even done anything yet.” Sephiroth whispered, leaning in to capture Roxas’ lips in kiss, but Roxas moved his head away. “It only hurts because you’re a virgin. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Roxas’ eyes widened with the realization of what Sephiroth said. Oh, God…this pain was nothing compared to what he would feel if Sephiroth fucked him.

“Get the hell off me!” Roxas yelled, struggling wildly, pushing himself into a sitting position, and trying to back out from under the older man.

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes, removed his fingers, and flipped Roxas on to his stomach. Roxas tried to scramble away but was pinned down by Sephiroth’s body, rendering the blond even more helpless than he had been before. Now even his arms were useless.

Roxas panted hard trying once more to escape, but it was in vain. He felt something hard press against his opening and whimpered, digging his fingers into the sheets, bracing himself for excruciating pain.

Even though it only took a few seconds for Sephiroth to push himself in all the way to the hilt, it felt like hours to Roxas. Many long, torturous hours.

The pain was horrendous, like nothing Roxas had ever felt before, even worse than the time he stepped on a nail when he went camping with his family eight years ago. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he screamed for Sephiroth to stop. He was sure if it were Sora or even Axel doing this, it wouldn’t be so bad, they loved too much to cause him pain. But Sephiroth paid no attention to the continuous screams that ripped from his young victim’s throat. He grunted, shifting his hips slightly then began quick, painful thrusts inside of him, purposefully ignoring Roxas’ prostrate.

Roxas didn’t think it was possible to feel so much pain all at once. He cried harder, pressing his face into the sheets, feeling sick to his stomach.

“Stop...please…” His voice was muffled, words indecipherable.

Sephiroth gripped Roxas’ hips and thrust against the small bundle of nerves, which instantly caused Roxas to see white before his eyes and have him crying out with unexpected pleasure.

“Would you like to repeat that?”

“Get off me…” He still felt sick, ashamed now that he liked it.

The only response he got was continuous thrusting, faster and harder. “You love this, you little slut.”

Roxas shook his head, breathing hard as he tried to hold back a moan. “N-no…”

“Yes. You want me as deep as I can go. You want me to fill you.”

“No! That’s a—nnnghh—that’s a lie!”

“Relax Roxas, let yourself go.”

“Fuck off!”

Sephiroth only chuckled and focused on hitting Roxas’ prostrate over and over, he could feel the smaller body beneath him tense up, breath quickening, accompanied by failed attempts to stifle moans.

“Come for me, Roxas.”

“You bastard!” The blond sobbed, trying to hold back, but not succeeding. He released a moan, mixed with a sob as he came, spilling on to the sheets. It was another minute before Sephiroth came, groaning and gripping Roxas’ hips tightly thrusting a few more times, as he emptied himself inside of him.

Roxas barely remembered feeling Sephiroth pull out or leave, wishing him a good night. He didn’t even care that he was still naked, just pulled the covers over himself and slipped into a miserable sleep filled with dark dreams.

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Well that’s it for this chapter. Hope you liked it, even though it seems a little quick near the end. So that’s just the beginning for things for Roxas, it’s supposed to get worse later on. I’m debating just how far to take some of my ideas, though. Please review and tell me what you think, and if you have any ideas for any future chapters that would be greatly appreciated, too. And it’s not only ideas for Roxas’ situation, but RikuxSora, and Leon--from now on I will be calling him Squall ‘cause that’s what I’m used to—and Cloud.

Thanks. ^^