Flashback

Author’s Note: This chapter annoyed me to no end. I wrote a little, decided I didn’t like it, wrote more, got pissed off with that, and then I was back to square one. I lost my motivation to write after that. Then I got myself a job finally. ^^ But that’s beside the point. The point is, it took me five months to finish the chapter and I think I’m good for the next one too, I’m already working on it.

Warnings: Mild swearing, Sexual Harassment, Mentions of rape.


Enjoy. ^^

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Roxas opened his eyes to the bright sunlight streaming in through the open window, curtains billowing softly in the breeze, and glanced around the room slowly, feeling like everything about it was familiar and yet somehow all wrong at the same time. The ivory walls and deep blue carpet was like something from a dream. The brown dresser against the wall adjacent to his bed, the mirror across the room—all of it had had some significant meaning to him, but what? And where were his Matallica, AFI, Linkin Park and Fall Out Boy posters? And the framed pictures of him and his family, the other of just him and his brothers that were sitting on his nightstand?

And his bed…he looked down at the white sheets and navy comforter—they weren’t his mismatched sheets, and comfortable faded red sleeping bag—half covering… his naked body?

Why was he naked?

He sat up a little, wincing as a sharp pain shot up his backside, and then he knew. Last night had actually happened. His mind tried to trick him into believing it was just a nightmare, but now, sitting there, cold, naked and in pain, he knew the truth.

Afraid and ashamed, Roxas shut his eyes, praying that when he opened them he would be in his room at home, not this fake one that suddenly reminded him of Sephiroth. It was too clean, too orderly. Too expensive. Only someone with a lot of money could afford to decorate a room like this. Someone like Sephiroth.

When he opened his eyes again he was still in the spacious room with its white walls. Roxas looked to the window, the sky outside bright blue and sunny—hardly a cloud in the sky. The overwhelming urge to leave came over him. To leave this house with all its creepy ivory painted walls, and elegant and expensive décor. Roxas took a deep breath and slowly-- painfully slid out bed. He stood on shaky legs, gripping the nightstand for support. The room spun slightly and a wave of nausea hit hard. He groaned and eased himself back down onto the bed, breathing slowly and swallowing the bad taste that lingered in his mouth.

The nausea lasted for nearly an hour, and it was only due to Roxas’ determination not to throw up that he managed to shut his eyes and slip into a restless sleep. When he awoke again, he still felt a little ill, but not nearly as bad as before. He breathed in slowly and exhaled as he pushed himself up for the second time and staggered to his feet. He felt weak, but thankfully the room was no longer spinning. He took a few tentative steps forward, testing his legs. They were no longer shaky, but with each step he felt a stab of pain in his behind.

The cold air coming from the open window made him shiver, but he continued moving until at last he reached his dresser. He dug through the drawers and pulled a t-shirt over his head, then through gritted teeth he slipped a pair of boxers on. A soft gasp escaped his lips. The pants could wait for the moment.

Roxas whirled around quickly, getting the eerie feeling someone was watching him. And he was right. Standing in his doorway was Sephiroth. Roxas’s breath caught in his throat and his heart beat quickly against his chest. He gritted his teeth and glared at the silver haired man.

“What the fuck do you want?” The hoarseness of his own voice surprised him. He swallowed and winced. His throat was sore. The forbidden memory of last night came back to him in a quick flashback. He could hear himself sobbing, pleading for the man on top of him to stop, and screaming in pain until his voice left him.

“I was checking to see if you were awake.” Sephiroth answered in his usual calm voice. It made Roxas growl. How dare he act like nothing happened! “It appears you are.”

Roxas swallowed hard, and glared at him. “Go to hell.” He snarled, turning his back on Sephiroth to put a pair of jeans on, no matter how pain he was in. He wasn’t letting the man have a free show. He buttoned the jeans with shaky fingers then turned to face him again. “When my brothers hear about this—“

“On the contrary, Roxas,” Sephiroth interrupted with a smirk. “I don’t think you should tell them.”

“Oh I’m telling them! And the police too!”

Sephiroth continued to watch Roxas, unnatural green eyes mocking. “I’m sure you want to.”

“I’m going to!”

Roxas made to shove past the older man, but in one swift movement, Sephiroth grabbed the back on his shirt. Roxas yelped and staggered back a little. Sephiroth tightened his grip on the back of Roxas’ shirt and pulled him against his body.

“You will do no such thing.” The man growled softly. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Roxas sensed a threat in Sephiroth’s words, but his need to get out of there, his determination to get away from this pervert overrode all other senses. He squirmed and struggled trying to get out of his shirt and was finally rewarded with the cold air against his bare upper half. Both man and teenager blinked in surprise then as what had happened registered to them, Sephiroth made a grab for Roxas, but was too late as Roxas tore out of the room and down the hall, bare feet pounding against the stairs as he ran down them.

Roxas could hear Sephiroth pursuing him, but didn’t stop to look back. He ran into the main hallway, nearly colliding with the dolphin fountain, but swerved around it just in time. The front door was just a few feet away. Filled with relief, Roxas bolted toward the door, hearing Sephiroth coming. He grasped the doorknob tightly and turned it, wrenching the door open. Just as he was about to run out he felt something grab his hair and he was wrenched back roughly. Roxas yelped and struggled wildly, shoving his elbow into Sephiroth’s stomach. The man grunted, but still didn’t release him.

“Let.Me.Go!” Roxas screamed, rushing forward. Searing pain burned his scalp where his hair was being pulled. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as his head was wrenched back just as roughly as before.

“Don’t ever try that again.” Sephiroth whispered in his still too-calm voice. He pushed released his grip on Roxas’s hair and spun the blond around so they were facing each other.

Roxas glared up at him, tears of anger burning in his sapphire eyes. “I hate you so much.”

Sephiroth smirked. “Save some of that hate for later.” He pinned the teen against the wall and kissed him roughly. Roxas squirmed to get away, but Sephiroth’s body was pressed up against his own, every ounce of strength the man put into the effort of holding Roxas there. He moved his lips down to Roxas’ neck, kissing gently, caressing the soft skin with lips, nibbling every so often.

Roxas looked away, tears of shame burning in his eyes. He bit his lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape, but when he felt the wetness of Sephiroth’s tongue, the moan slipped free, followed by a sob. Why was he so powerless to do anything about this? Why couldn’t he fight back?!

Because the sensations assaulting the young teenager’s body was too much for him. Roxas hated what Sephiroth was doing to him—hated it with a passion, but his body was betraying him once more. He felt the long fingers grab him through his jeans and let out a louder moan, the tears slipping down his cheeks.

Sephiroth smirked.

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I know it’s a lot shorter than the others, but I figured it was about time to put something up rather than nothing at all. Comments are appreciated. Thanks ^^