Silent Screams

Prompt: "Roxas/Sora (Or Sora/Roxas) Incest. Mute!Sora. Possibly also Mute!Roxas, but that is optional."

Fulfilled: April 19, 2009.

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Sora understands now why Roxas was smiling so much after the accident. He’d thought it was because his twin was happy he’d made it out alive—a complex, risky surgery like that had such a low chance of survival—with only some scars and no voice to show for it. He’d honestly believed that Roxas had grinned so widely at him when he’d come home out of relief.

But Sora was the type to always get his beliefs crushed. He’d believed that he’d be with Kairi forever, until she started cheating on him—blatantly—with Riku. He’d strongly believed that Roxas of all people would never hurt him, but now he finds himself pinned to his bed in the middle of the night, rough hands moving his shirt up and then his pants down. Screams of ‘no’ and ‘stop’ leave his lips as soundless exhalations of air, and two slick fingers are in a place where fingers aren’t supposed to go.

Tactic switch, from failed attempts at screaming that only caused him pain to thrashing, swinging his fists in hopes of knocking his brother off of him. The flailing, however, was stopped by two things happening in quick succession. First the fingers that should not be where they were touch something that makes him arch and let out another soundless scream, a weird something that rips up and down his spine and settles itself as a hardening of his cock. Right after that a calloused hand connects hard with his cheek, making his teeth catch his lip to keep in the soundless whimper of pain.

“Stop wiggling like that, Sora, do you want us to get in trouble?” Roxas hisses in his ear, as a third finger worms inside of him and joins the other two in massaging that spot.

He tries to whine, teary blue eyes meeting blue in the midnight dark, and Roxas leans down to kiss him, still grinning. He can’t even turn his head away, mouth instead opening to the tongue prodding at his lips as he tries to pant, or protest, or anything.

“I’ll always be the one to take care of you, so don’t worry.” Roxas murmurs against him, and Sora’s muscles clench a little as the fingers inside him withdraw, and he starts to relax, thinking, hoping, that maybe Roxas has come to his senses. Maybe now he’ll laugh and say he’s kidding and walk away. Or maybe Sora will wake up and realize he’s just having a weird dream. Or maybe—

Maybe Roxas isn’t done, and Sora lets out another silent exhale that’s supposed to be a scream as his twin presses something larger than fingers against there and more tears come to his eyes, starting to fall down his cheeks, as suddenly Roxas is inside him, and it hurts but all he can do is cry in silence.

“Shhh, shh... I’ll take care of you...” Roxas whispers in his ear, one hand moving from grasping Sora’s thigh to his erect cock, wrapping around it and stroking up and down his length quickly. Roxas lets out little grunts and moans as he thrusts into Sora, eyes closed like the tears aren’t there is he can’t see them, and Sora is still trying to scream, even though it huts his throat, as he arches against his brother.

That spot inside him is hit again, and his whole body clenches up for a moment, back arching and eyes squeezing shut tightly, and Roxas moans louder above him, thrusting faster into Sora and hitting that spot every single time. His hand squeezes his twin’s cock gently, then resumes stroking, and Sora’s fingers dig into the bed sheets, his teeth digging into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as it all becomes too much and he finds himself lost in it. The pleasure, the rhythm, it overtakes him and he gives another silent scream, cumming in the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

When he opens his eyes again, Roxas is laying next to him, sprawled on out naked on his back and breathing hard. He squirms at the uncomfortable feeling in his ass, cheeks darkening as he realizes what it is. Roxas’s cum is inside of him, starting to leak out with the intent of leaving hard-to-explain stains on his bed sheets. He whimpers silently again, squirming to try and get rid of the weird feeling, but Roxas rolls over on top of him again, reaching down and pressing two fingers into him again. He looks up at his brother with desperate blue eyes, but the blonde boy just grins at him.

“Don’t worry, Sora. I said I’d take care of you, and that includes washing your sheets.” He reassures, pressing his fingers again that spot again, hard, and rubbing them slowly back and forth. Sora’s back arches involuntarily, the sound he tries to make this time a moan.

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Original Notes: Uh... vaguely non-consenual in the "he can't say no so he means yes" and "he's loving it so it's okay" ways.

Other Notes: I never seem to know how to end things...