A Future Unwanted

The rope is tight around his wrists, holding his arms over his head, rubbing harshly, and creating a burning sensation on his skin. His mint-colored hair was sweaty and matted to his scalp. The young man's golden eyes were foggy, from a mix of pain and pleasure. He couldn't help but release a needy moan, even though he couldn't see the other man in the room.

"V-volke…" the greenette calls softly, sounding pained. His past lover steps into his view, completely clothed in his assassin's attire - even down to his boots. "Why…?" the brunette merely gazes at him, something akin to anger shining through his eyes.

Sothe bites his bottom lip, he feels so exposed - for a reason - none of his skin is hidden from his older lover's view. Said tan skin is shining slightly, glistening from the candles reflecting off of the sweat rolling down lithe muscles. His arousal is shamefully obvious. I'm a married man now…This shouldn't be happening.

He's replied by another voice within him, what are you talking about? It doesn't matter what you shouldn't be doing, this is Volke. When have you ever been able to resist him? Oh, yes. Now I remember. When you chose to marry her, over traveling with him. Admit it to yourself, you need this, like air, you've missed this - because it's like an addiction.

It's true. It's been a while since he truly got any satisfaction from the bedroom - the actions between him and a woman who once was like a mother figure to him just wasn't pleasing. The hardness between his legs was agreeing wholeheartedly. Sothe gritted his teeth and tugged slightly on the bonds holding his hands over his head, he let out another moan. At this point, the pain was glorious. When had he become a masochist?

"Volke…Please…" He had thought he was past the whole begging thing a long time ago. After he had gotten married to her; he just couldn't see himself ever begging for anything sexual from her.

The assassin stepped towards him, reaching out a hand to run along his abdomen, Sothe felt electric sparks from that touch alone and let out a pleased groan. "Please what, little thief?" the Whisper's heart clenches. His past lover's tone is mocking, nearly malicious when he says the old pet name - when had it changed from adoring to hating? When you threw him away a second time. The voice is back, and more livid then Volke's voice had been.

"Please…" Sothe whispers, his tone is fragile, and - had he been looking up - he would have seen a spark of something other than anger in his assassin's eyes. Something akin to regret. But it's wiped away completely, right before golden eyes raise once again, "Volke…" it's sad how the extent of the Whisper's vocabulary is 'please' and 'Volke'.

Volke's lip quirks up into a slight smirk - five years ago, it would have looked incredibly sexy, it still does - but now, it makes Sothe tremble. A gloved hand runs down his inner thigh momentarily before pulling away making the greenette whimper against his will. The assassin disappears back into the shadows and amber eyes widen in panic; he can't see, smell, or hear the man.

"Volke!" the bound man cries out, he pulls against the ropes and winces as it tightens even more, cutting into his skin. His breath catches when he suddenly feels the older man's body pressed against the back of him.

"What is it, little thief?" the man hisses darkly; Sothe shudders when gloved hands run down his stomach to touch the tip of his hardness teasingly. Volke pulls away quickly, making the helplessly aroused Whisper sob in desperation. "You want this so badly…" his voice is husky, dark, menacing - and his words are true. "What would the citizens of Daein think? To see their king tied like this, and moaning like a whore?" Volke paused, letting that stew in his past lover's mind. He adds a moment later, voice agonized, angry, "What would your precious Queen think?" a single tear rolls down a tan cheek.

Sothe gasps when Volke lifts him and whips him around, causing his arms to cross painfully over the other, a cry escapes his lips. "What would she say if she saw you now, little thief?" a fingerless-gloved hand moves down to undo the belt around the assassin's waist, he draws out his length.

"I'm…sorry…" the greenette whispers.

Garnet eyes harden, pure hatred in the depths, "No. You're not."

His erection is suddenly all the way into Sothe in one push; a nearly blood-chilling scream is ripped from the bound man and tears spring unwillingly into the greenette's eyes.

As Volke sets a brutal pace Sothe's head falls back, his eyes squeezed shut, tears still leaking out. It's like he's torn in half - both his body and heart. Blood runs down his inner thighs, dripping onto Volke's clothed legs and the floor. His erection is wilting, and the pain is unbearable. Every time his body is lowered down to completely sheath Volke his wrists pull painfully; he can feel more and more blood running down his legs, his arms are going numb.

Without stopping his pace, the assassin reaches to grab his stiletto, and in one swift slice, frees Sothe's arms. They barely fall to the Whisper's sides when his world is tilted and he's on his back. He's there barely a second before he's pushed onto his stomach.

"V-v-ol…k…ah!" a pair of hands around his waist lift him to his knees and his past lover is pounding into him once again. The pain isn't as bad, it's more of an ache…But it's uncomfortable - and it's as if Volke's deliberately avoiding his prostate. Sothe remembers how it used to be; the passion, the pleasure…The love…And he suddenly just wants this to be over with. He wants his assassin back.

Finally, Volke finds his release and Sothe gives another wince as his insides are stung. The Whisper gives a choked sob as his arms give out, his waist is released, and he lands on the floor in a boneless heap. Blood and semen are running down his legs, his wrists are raw, and his face is sticky with pained tears. Golden eyes stare ahead of him; but not blankly. No, they're full of regret, sadness, self-loathing, maybe even understanding. It was physically agonizing. And I'll admit it…It felt like my heart was being torn to shreds…But… The other voice finished for him, You brought this upon yourself, fool. You don't even mind. Because you still love him - and this might just prove that he still feels something for you. Like hatred that you belong to someone else.

Sothe barely winces when Volke stands up, pulling out of him. "…I guess you'll never belong to me." the voice is lacking in hatred now…It sounds dead, defeated, and final.

The assassin redid his belt and slowly stepped towards the door, not looking back once. Wide gold eyes stared after him, and, once again, tears leaked down his cheeks. "…V-volke…" his voice is barely a whisper, and Volke continues walking, hand reaching for the doorknob. Sothe finds his voice again, and he knows he can't let it end like this. "Volke!"

His assassin hesitates, but grabs the handle anyway, twisting… "Please!" the Whisper finds the strength to ignore his pains ands lifts himself to his feet. The brunette looks back, startled. Sothe gives a quiet scream, but stumbles towards his past lover. Embarrassing tears are running down his cheeks and he sees a flash of concern fill Volke's eyes momentarily. It disappears and the man turns away, opening the door. A sob escapes Sothe's lips and the man falls, making a loud thud sound in the room. Volke once again looks back, and his hand freezes, resting on wood.

"What are you doing?"

Sothe, once again on the floor, looks up, shaking violently, "…I'll never stop loving you." it comes out softly, but rings with honesty. Volke's hand twitches and he closes the door.

"I raped you."

"You can't rape the willing."

"You weren't even aroused; you were in pain…" Volke truly takes in Sothe's form, and what he did to the greenette, "You're bleeding." the man looks ready to bolt towards the other person on the floor. The assassin frowns angrily, "It was rape."

The Whisper shudders, and somehow, he conjures up the words again, "I love you." He attempts to stand up again, but this time, the pain is white hot. He falls back down and curls himself into a ball, shaking. "Please don't leave me…" You're such a hypocrite…You left him every time.

Volke stares, garnet eyes swirling with emotions. After a while, he takes a step towards the pained greenette, he kneels down next to his past lover. Sothe doesn't flinch when he gently touches the boy's arm. "…It was agony."

Golden eyes slide open slowly, "When I heard the news of your marriage from the streets. And not from you. Then, I was stupid enough to attend your wedding." Sothe mustered the strength to turn to his other side, facing his assassin. "You…Looked like an angel. Your Queen paled in comparison. Even though her eyes radiated happiness and yours…Misery."

The King of Daein closed his eyes, "…I never wanted this…"

"What did you want?"

Gold met Garnet, "To travel the world with you…" Sothe didn't even care when tears ran down his cheeks once again. He cried out in a bittersweet happiness when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him.

"Little thief…" Sothe's cries merely grew louder at the truly tender tone of his assassin's voice. "…I made you cry again." the bare tips of Volke's fingers wiped at the salty wetness, which only spread it around. "I think this…Is my worst screw up." He pulled his lover closer, cradling the smaller man's frame in his arms.

Sothe merely clung on to the man, sobbing, shivering, and still feeling quite in pain. The feel of dried blood was making him uncomfortable, and he knew he would need to get cleaned soon, or face infection. Volke drew a shuddering breath.

"I want you to be mine…But…Goddess, I don't deserve you. I'm the last person to deserve you." he sucked in a breath, "She deserves you."

Amber eyes stared up into garnet, "You deserve me."

Volke frowned grimly, "No, Sothe, I don't."

"I don't care…I want you." gold eyes squeeze shut, "I'm so tired of being king." frustrated eyes open again, "I want to be with you."

The assassin's frown deepened, "Do you really." a little of that dark tone he had held earlier returned. Sothe flinches. You've said that before. And you left him. Liar. Why would he believe you now?

"I do." meeting the garnet stare as best he could, he tried to convey just how much he really meant his words through his own gaze. Volke's eyes softened a tad. "…If you don't want me with you, that's fine. I just want you to know that I do love you. And I would choose you over Micaiah…Now."

Volke's face shone with pain, "Now you would? After all this time, you really would? After I…" he trailed off, unable to vocally point out the blood drying in between Sothe's thighs.

"Yes." I drove you to this…It's time I gave you what you want. I've caused you enough pain to last a lifetime.

"Little thief…" the name was whispered…And it held no anger, only that old tenderness from years ago. Sothe sniffled slightly. As he pulled the Whisper into a tight embrace Sothe could only tiredly lean against him, unable to even even muster the strength to lift his arms and return the hug.

All too soon, the assassin pulled away, "We need to get you cleaned up."

Sothe nods.

They also needed a plan on what to do about Daein, Micaiah, their relationship…Everything.

But for now, the Whisper merely wanted to revel in the feel of his assassin's arms wrapped around him once again. Right now, he's not a king. Just a young adult in the comfort of his true lover's arms.