Forgiveness

There's nothing more I want than to see him hurt like I had.

The long stretch of leather whistled through the darkness, cracking against the open canvas and deftly stroking red lines like a magnificent piece of art. Crisscrossed desires mirrored the crisscrossed patterns lining smooth, sun kissed skin. Love in hate’s disguise.

The angel's song, muffled behind the obstruction in a pure, untainted mouth, still rang out, reverberating off the far walls of the dark, dank dungeon of the Castle that Never Was as another stripe danced merrily down the canvas of his back. Rivulets of smooth, crimson silk dropped like rain. The scent of blood was pungent in the stuffy air.

Limbs were tightly bound, including his proverbial wings which had also been stained with blood like the rest of him, small wrists stretched way up over his head and secured to the ceiling, keeping the small, thin body vertically in place, open to another kiss of leather which had him singing those tortured lullabies.

He writhed in his bonds, eyes, mirroring his name, were glazed over in a new forming death, while gathered saline spilled down porcelain cheeks. It wasn't supposed to be this way..

The ripping and burning pain came to a sudden halt, just so the shadow could take place looming over his captive angel. The softness of the ebon cloak pressed up against bare, tainted skin; a deep contrast to the rough touch of gloved hands, which wandered aimlessly over his lithe body. Squeezing, groping, pinching, scratching.

A moan into the gag only spurred the elder on, who dropped a gloved finger to the cleft between globes of flesh that flushed a deep red from previous assaults and he prodded at that virgin orifice despite the protesting squeals and whimpers. More tears spilled forth from tightly clamped eyes.

"What have you done to me?" A velvety purr lacked emotion of any sort as the elder captured the boy’s chin in his free hand, while his other ventured onwards, past the silky untouched ring only to draw a pleading muffled whine. "Look what you've turned me into."

A bit deeper, and the tears were flowing like acid, burning down his cheeks as the angel bowed his head. Gentle eyes mirrored the anguish of his tortured mind, and he mewled behind the gag, all resolve seeping from him like the blood from his wounds.

But the finger withdrew, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness and longing, despite the tortured facade, and another whimper, music to "Ansem's" ears cause a jump beneath the elder’s organization cloak.

"You're such a liar." Came the fierce growl into the waiting ears of the captive, who tightened his eyes shut and leaned his head to welcome the warmth of the breath at the bared portion of his neck. A sharp sting followed, as untarnished flesh was ripped between teeth, though silky lips pressed to the wound then after, nursing it, as well as partaking of the blood of this proverbial virgin sacrifice. "You abandoned me. So now I'll abandon you. Everything you once knew and loved is gone, Sora. So now all you're left with is the monster you created."

The rustle of fabric was audible as it fell to the floor, uncloaking the monstrous brute of a man that had once been a child, and was altered due to the darkness clouding his heart, coursing through his veins in place of blood; A darkness made possible thanks to the angel that was supposed to love him.

The shudder that resonated right up the elder’s form, felt against the tortured body of his angel, caused him to grin with a maniacal sort of delight, and strong arms captured the teen's small waist, pulling his struggling form against him and allowing him to feel the ever-present need that continued to grow and pulse, nestling where that gloved finger had once ventured.

Struggling resumed a new, coupled with fearful shrieks and cries, muffled begging, "no"’s behind his gag as he wrenched to get away, only to find himself glued to that older body, whose hands then roamed the terrain of the angel’s bared stomach, drifting dangerously low to his own apparent arousal and "Ansem" sneered in disdain as a hand tightened around it.

"As I said. You're a liar." Rhythmic pumping was torturously slow, eliciting hidden moans from the teen as he twisted in the elder’s grasp, but a single arm still encircling his waist held him firmly in place, just as he readied himself, positioning his own incarnated lust at the barely-touched orifice. "And liars often get punished, no?"

His stroking hand left the boy, merely to dance the tips of gloved fingers all the way to the boy’s hip, where it settled, squeezing in preparation.

"Ansem" chuckled a dark, maniacal laughter that echoed off those walls and reached the unwilling ears of the captive as the elder once more leaned his hot breath onto the boy's bared neck.

"And I’m ready to sacrifice this worthless liar." He growled with a new resolve while gloved finger tips settled between the cleft of bruised flesh, parting the twin spheres in order to allow entrance into that unwilling, waiting path.

"So scream for me, Sora, I want to hear you beg"

A new sort of pain ripped the angel apart from the inside, ripping to shreds those proverbial wings and stealing the purity that rained from him in unrelenting spurts of blood.

And scream he did, the bittersweet lullaby that echoed off the walls and filled "Ansem" with such joy. Darkness had taken him, but he found a new reason to exist.

His angel would pay for eternity.

“Forgive me, Riku”