Golden Sun - Humiliation

Golden Sun - Humiliations

Written by Mikaa


Author's Notes:

1) I do not own the rights to Golden Sun, the characters, or the world that the story takes place. Said ownership belongs to Nintendo and Camelot.

2) Do not ask what drove me to write this - the story suddenly occured, and I felt that it would be something of a change from what AFF.net has in its Golden Sun database. Then again, was that better?

3) WARNING WARNING - this story contains graphic, non-consentual sex between a man and a man. If this content offends, then heed this - you had ample warning, and had the choice to turn away and go look at something else. Should you continue to read, you are acknowleging that you are willing to take a look, knowing that you had a warning in advance.


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In his room, Isaac slipped into his nightwear. In the last few months, ever since the group had broken up once Vale was rebuilt, relaxation only seemed to come when he was at sleep. It was not that he was having difficutly with his life, other than the usual quirks of a young adult trying to fit into a lifestyle so differient than the one he had led for years. When you were always on the move, when the world could suddenly throw some thing at you, when you had forces seeking your dead body, returning to a simple life of farming and hunting could be unnerving.

Maybe it was the fact that two of his closest friends had left. Mia had resisted his pleas to stay with the village, determined to go back to Imil. Even though the Mercury Lighthouse had provided a source of health for the small community of the north, Mia had insisted that she had to continue her duty of training others in the art of her clan. Isaac had wanted to go, had all but packed up. But something had stopped him; he had froze, nervous of being turned down, of making a fool of himself. That hesitation had lead to Mia setting off when Ivan's transportation (a caravan from Kalay) came for him. Isaac still beat himself up over his moment of weakness, though some had tried to comfort him.

Maybe it was his anger of himself, of his innability to be strong enough to declare his feelings that led to his more recent moment of weakness. Not of being unable to express himself. No, this second incident was the result of Isaac being so consumed in self-torture, he did not bother to take into account the feelings of others.

While Isaac was breaking down in the woods northeast of Vale, Jenna had tried to cheer him up. What might have been the forming of a relationship became the exact opposite. When Jenna tried to kiss him (while caressing his leg at the same time), he rejected her, stating in no soft terms that he loved another, and that he viewed Jenna as a sister. It was the sheer devestation on her face that made time freeze, made Isaac realize that he had just thrown away another chance at being with someone close.

The memory of that day sent waves of pain through his head. As Jenna had run away, tears in her eyes, Isaac had tried to stop her, to apoligize. His efforts to stop her ended up making a few rips in her dress, and her wailing had drawn much unwanted attention. Garet and Kyle (Isaac's own FATHER!) accused Isaac of trying to "take advantage" of Jenna. To everyone's shock, Jenna herself told of Isaac's innocense, that she was the one trying to take advantage of him.

But whatever anyone else thought, Isaac saw her eyes. Jenna could just as easily, out of spite and anger, let him be humiliated and tossed out for rejecting her. But the eyes, her eyes. She loved him, loved him despite his unthinking outburst. He wanted to apoligize for what he had said even more than earlier. But in that moment, he could not, for even then he had known that his approaching her at that moment would result in agony from the community.

Isaac shuddered as he fluffed up a pillow, a tear in his eye. Isaac and Jenna had limited contact after that, more of Isaac's choice to avoid her than anything. He wanted to approach her, to ask forgiveness. But the weakness that prevented his yearning to go with Mia continued to haunt him.

But though he went out of his way to avoid Jenna, Felix was the one he dreaded being alone with. Isaac had not seen Felix on that day, but was later told by Garet's sister that Felix HAD been there, that Sheba had been the only thing that kept him from becoming involved. If what Isaac heard of Felix's face was anything to go by, he would have been dead.

But Sheba was no longer with the village. She had left to return to her home, promising to return, in her own words, "to Felix," when she could. That was over a month ago.

And in that time, Felix was consistantly in a foul mood. Part of that mood was due in part to Sheba leaving, for they were quite close (to the point that rumors and gossip suggested that they were somehow linked mentally). But Isaac was convinced that another source of Felix's dark aura was Jenna. Though he had been avoiding her, there was no way for Isaac to miss just how sad she was. She never smiled, rarely interacted with others, and seemed to radiate depression. That she had not commited suicide was often the subject of gossip that found itself a common topic. The gossip dried up whenever people noticed that he was near, and only served to remind Isaac that his own actions had caused this situation.

Moaning, he rubbed his temples, taking in the sight of his room. Loosely the size of his old room before Mt. Aleph wiped out the old Vale, it was furnished with a bed, dresser, two small tables on either side of the bed, and a small chest that housed his clothes. Beneath said clothes were some old mementos from their adventures, including a sword that he had found in the Venus Lighthouse. The rest of the house was another story. Right outside his room was a small common room, which housed a small couch, a table and two chairs, a stove and sink, and through a small sliver of a door was the rest room. When they were building the house, Felix had observed that not only was the house terribly small if one wanted a family, the strait path from the door to the bedroom door made it easy for anyone to make their way into his room without trouble. Isaac had dismissed the notion as unlikely; unless Ivan returned and conned Garet into pulling another prank (which HAD happened, though Garet had no memory of what he did), what were the odds that anyone would come after him?

Then again, he was somewhat suprised that Felix hadn't taken advantage of Isaac's stupidity.

Making for the bed, Isaac blinked when the light seemed to flicker for a moment. Using a psynergy crystal for light was far better than using a candle (and without a stench), but they had a nasty habit of not being albe to hold their illumination when someone uses a high ammount of psynerg-

He was too slow. Isaac had no time to feel dread at what he saw. A sharp pain hit the back of his head, not a blunt object, but a fist. Stumbling forward, his effort to turn to face his attacker was met with a punch across the face. As the world became white and blurred, a voice ozzed through the air:

"Why?"

Isaac tried to talk, but his mouth refused to move, his tongue resisted the tones his mind wanted formed, his throat screamed with a question that was heard only as a whimper. His innability to speak was met with a dark chuckle, and the horror of who had hit him only made him cringe in fear.

"Here you are, in your cozy little room, not a care in the world. Glad you are so happy by yourself." Though the words were soft yet angry, there was a notable hint of anguish in the words. "I try to tell myself that Jenna was telling the truth, that you didn't try to hurt her. I try to tell myself that she was not lying when she claimed that she tried to..." The hissing of Felix's breath was one of a person biting a painful memory. The white world in Isaac's eyes began to give way to solid figures, yet just as the outline of Felix began to form, he moved.

Isaac tried to move, but the punch hit him in the gut. Reeling from the hit, Isaac fell to the bed, rolling onto his side.

"I always wondered why you turned her away, why you didn't go with Mia. So small a house, no room for family?" A dark laugh. "You sick freak. Do you know how many times I have wanted to beat you for killing Jenna?"

Pain shot through Isaac, and not from any attack Felix had inflicted onto him. Again, he tried to talk, only managing a weak moan that might have been "Wha?"

"The day I saw Jenna running from the woods from you is the day she ceased to be Jenna, or did your sick mind not think of what it saw? Jenna used to smile, used to laugh. Damnit, she used to say she wanted a family so I wouldn't be lonely in my old age!" Again, he hit Isaac, curving his fist to hit just above the arm that was futily trying to stop the pain in his belly.

"Tell me, Isaac, what is it that caused you to hate women, anyway?" Isaac sputtered air, trying to tell Felix where he could send THAT idea, but again, only a whimper came out. Trying to rise to face Felix, he barely saw the hand that backhanded his face, and again Isaac hit the bed, this time on his belly.

"I can't understand you, Isaac. I thought I knew you better." Isaac was unsure if his hearing was off because of the spinning the room seemed to be doing, but he was almost positive that the last few words were slurred. Felix was drunk? Another whimper, this time sounding like "Oh hell..."

There was a rustling of clothing, and suddenly, a pair of hands began to pull down his own pajamas and briefs. Despite the hits to his face, Isaac's eyes flew wide. Pain from the hits restricting his movements, Isaac tried to scramble away, but his efforts only allowed Felix to pull Isaac's pants further down. This act only made it harder for Isaac to move.

"Why run away? I thought you LIKED this kind of thing!" Felix had crawled onto the bed, and something long and hard rubbed along Isaac's rear. Ignoring the fact that Felix was actually hard about doing that which apparently disgusted him, Isaac realized that he was not able to run from what was about to happen. If he teleported, Felix would track him down, maybe do worse than what was to come. But if he didn't fight back-

A shove from Felix forced Isaac to lay on his belly, Felix grinding his manhood along Isaac's rear. To Isaac's shame, he himself was actually getting stiff from this. His face red, and not from the beatings, tears flew down his cheeks.

Abruptly, the rubbing stopped, and for a brief moment, he thought that Felix had finished humiliating him. The sudden sharp pain in his ass killed all thoughts that he had of trying to run. With only blood to slicken the shaft in his rear, Isaac cried out as Felix forced his way into the blonde Venusian. After what seemed like hours, Felix had pressed himself in all the way. Isaac was having trouble breathing, the pain tearing through him. Abruptly, Felix quickly pulled out, only to slam into him again. Within moments, Felix raised Isaac onto his knees, quickening his thrusts. Isaac had given up trying to breathe, trying to run. Tears flowed down his face, his will to flee gone.

Abruptly, Felix pulled out completely, rolling Isaac onto his back. Felix pressed into him again, faster this time. Isaac forced himself to look at Felix, only to see that his old friend had a look of pure carnal rage. There was no lust, no anger, only the need to dominate another person. Felix's thrusts quickened again, until he gave a final thrust, pressing himself as far into Isaac as he could. The pain was nothing compared to the horror at the realization as to what the warm goo that began to flow inside him was. Isaac climaxed as well, his seed spraying out onto his face, his chest, his hair, his sheets. Felix pulled out, still hard. Climbing onto Isaac's torso, Felix took aim, and came again, his seed mixing with Isaac's.

Reality came and went. Breathing somehow came back to Isaac, but he barely noticed. He was vaguely aware of Felix making use of the sink and facilities, then leaving (by door or teleport, Isaac could not tell). Isaac didn't move, though why was beyond him. If he fell asleep, he didn't notice it. Indeed, though he saw the forms that appeared, he didn't seem to relate the shapes to the people they were.

Had he done so, he might have noticed that it was Jenna first, who had come looking for him. Though he did not comprehend the sounds and sights that occured, later, as he lay in a room at the inn while healing, pieces formed in his mind. Jenna had been the one to find him, having noticed that he had not avoided her yet again. Never had Isaac realized that Jenna had deliberately made it her habit to get up early in the day to be somewhere outside his door to be near him. Not to stalk him, but to make sure he was fine. Though she was hurt by what Isaac had said and done, she still cared for him deeply, and said so repeatedly, apparently knowing that he was drifting in and out of awarenes.

Isaac didn't speak of what had happened, but slowly realized that others were already drawing conclusions. Felix was not to be found, a fact that certified that he had done something.

Isaac was numb to the fact that people were actually feeling SORRY for him. Suddenly, Felix was the target of anger in the village, and that fact only served to hurt Isaac more. Again, he had hurt someone that was close to him. As reality actually came to him, he sat up, ignoring the sharp pain as he did so. His intent was to find a weapon, a rock, something to end the cause of all of his friend's suffering. As he looked around the small room at the inn, his eyes locked on the figure sitting in the chair next to the bed:

Jenna was sitting there, dressed in the same dress she had wore on that dark day he had spurrned her (though notably patched up). But there was something differient about her. Not that she was sleeping in a chair at his side (which did stun him), but there was something wrong with her face, something that seemed...odd.

Jenna was smiling.

Why she was smiling, he could only guess. But there she was, sleeping in a chair, keeping an eye on him. The man that had practically destroyed her life, and had all but driven her brother mad. But here she was, staying by his side, despite the fact that they had not spoken in months.

Mabye there was hope yet.


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A bit of a departure from my prior works (considering that this is the first yaoi fic that I have written), feel free to comment in a review (provided you heeded the warnings above).

Mikaa