.:: The punishment for 1321184518 ::.

Chapter 18

A looong time no update indeed, but I gave up every little amount of time I had left to start typing my new chapter. It went very slow, but at least you get something than nothing anything at all. I didn’t know if I should write a one-shot or just another chapter. I got two reviews both saying something opposite, so, I’m making a special chapter with a ‘name’ instead of just ‘chapter’. It’s still a chapter which doesn’t really matter to the future guideline, it’s a chapter to explain the past. So in order to understand the rest of the fic a little bit better, pay attention! I re-read it, and it's HARD to follow the timelines so I'll just put up the age that person is in, so that'll help a bit ^^

Warning!!: FxM Rape MxM Murder and extreme Torture! You have been warned.


Red history Black future.

Theme song: Delain – Frozen



*One and a half year in the past from standard timeline...*[17 years old, first year(day)]

It was a sunny day, with just little bit of clouds in the blue sunny sky, a light breeze was blowing through the trees making a soft rustle sound. It was just the beginning of summer and the first day of a new college school year.

There in frond of the school surrounding metal fence stood a young good looking boy from the age of just turned seventeen a few days ago, a guy with mid long fire red hair, with two bangs hanging half in frond of his face. He had a well shaped slender body. Also a set of sharp ice blue eyes that could freeze you with a glance, skin pale as fresh fallen snow. A black leather bag hang loosely over his right shoulder. He wore a white sweater that was zipped half up, with a black symbol on the back. Under that he wore a plain black short sleeved shirt. Under he wore a pair of simple pants that sat tightly around the legs, showing of his slender legs. And last, a pair of black sporty sneakers and an silver mp3 in his right ear.

No smile was found on his face as he gave a short breath, staring to walk forward towards the big metal gate’s double doors. As he did so a few smaller groups of students passed him, they where talking about school stuff and the sale that was out somewhere in town. He also noticed a lot of other students that walked alone, probably first years just like him. He reached out for the door handle and grabbed it.



‘I guess there’s already no turning back, so I might as well just go.’ The redhead thought. He had already made up his mind on his way towards the school but got rid of his last doubts just now and pushed the handle down, opening the door and stepping in college territory the door fell shut behind him. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the size of the open ground. Large enough for three football stadiums to fit.

The school grounds were covered with all sorts of trees all scattered over the place, and also perfect placed rows of bushes were growing everywhere. The path he stood on was a mix of small rocks and soft sand, besides all of the paths were big pieces of short green grass, he also saw some big beautiful fountains with benches surrounding it. Several light posts stood there also but not many, it was mid day so they were all shut off.

Tala gazed at the sight it with slight repulsion, it looked so peaceful and calm, as he saw more groups of students all spread around the place. They were talking to each other or playing a ballgame of some sort like soccer on the big pieces of grass, they probably had an hour free. The redhead continued to look around as something shot his mind. He had to find his dorm building, which would be hard in this large area.

He resumed his strolling like a lonely wolf not speaking a word to anyone. He did not know anyone here, and he planned on keeping like that for a little while. Until he was settled with his new surroundings. Ivanov Tala, a seventeen year old male with dreams that he had been dreaming for almost his entire life. To be a performer and choose his own path. To do what he wanted. Going to this college, was achieving the first few steps of his dream. Dreams he thought would always remain, nothing more but dreams.



Tala was brought to a halt on his way when he heard a commotion, comparing the sound, it seamed like a raging bull just taken by the horns. Looking to his right he saw a young masculine male with long silver hair inside a thin strapped tail raging and shouting, holding another male, just slightly shorter than him, up in the air with the frond of his shirt. The boy was seemingly scared, and the small group of people around the scene was obviously impressed with the strong man, in a negative way. The look of fright was like a written piece of paper in frond of their faces. Only one person stood out in the crowd, with bright orange hair and grass green eyes with an earring in his right ear and a long white coat. He looked rather cool and a small grimace was placed on his lips, though nobody saw him, he stood on the back.. Tala gave the silver haired male a good look, impressive. Yet, too much of a hothead.

The wolf shrugged it off and resumed his search, though printing the man's face in the back of his head. And his voice still lingering behind him. But also the orange haired male drifted in frond of his eyes, he didn't know why. Tala found it nothing more or less than bothersome. Just as this annoying quest for his own room, didn't it come up with anyone to hang signs or place direction boards? Or at least give a pocket size map? His ice blue eyes lifted to the close matching sky as his legs brought him once again to a halt.
'Somehow, this place his carefree.' Tala thought with a more meaning memory to his former past, which was everything.. but carefree.





* [Flashback] seven years in the past... * [9 years old, childhood]



A woman with long fire red silky hair, reflecting soft warm glints from the single candle that stood in the center of the oak wooden table she sat behind. Her delicate arms rest on the tablet and her hands grumbled into tender fists, threatening to break if you would give a single push. Her skin so soft and pale, not a scratch or scar to be seen on the surface. Though the body seemed to be less than empty. Duo a long period of unbearable happenings. The beautiful female didn't seem to move, though the soft scent of roses lingered onto her. The kitchen was connected to the living room, and she sat behind the dinner table after lighting a single candle to break through the shallow darkness. The head laid softly moving inside her own arms as if she wanted to carry herself to a dreamless sleep. The only sound was that of the ticking clock at the wall, signaling the time she had left to live out her life the way she did not want it.

The door to the living room opened oh so slowly, like the one stepping inside wanted to let the female unaware of his presence. A pair of legs stepped into the light of the single candle almost soundless, like death creeping over your floors. Like the devil he took away all the remaining feelings that were good. The pair didn't seem to move at first but then their first few sneaky steps in the direction of the table we made. You could hear the soft rustling of the man's long French coat when he moved forward. The woman's heartbeat seemed to go faster with each step the intruder took, though she still did not look up. When the male stood next to the redhead, he lifted his arm and softly placed it onto the back of her flaming locks of hair. The scene looked to innocent, as if the man was trying to comfort the female.

But that illusion shattered when his hand slowly started to form to a fist inside her hair, snapping her head back with a good grip away from the inner safety of her dark arms. A soft muffled groan was let out when the pull made her neck to force a muscle to move. Yet, she refused to open her eyes to the cruel man. She didn't want to see him, to stare into his devil eyes and what he was about to do to her. Though, she could hear him give a soft snicker of enjoyment. The power he had over the woman, and that she was trying to hide it like it didn't affect her, only showed him that it did. Getting a confirmation when her looked at her cheeks. Dark stripes of run through make-up, stained her pale skin with sadness. It was obvious she had been intensely crying a few moments ago. The marks were still fresh, like scars into a soul that would never fade...

Again, the man pulled onto her hair, making her stand up even though she wasn't standing but simply hanging under the man's grip. The man straightened his back, and exposed his face towards the candle light.. Short purple hair, and venomous green eyes. His French coat was army green and he wore white thick gloves. A grin was plastered on his face, this was an evil man up to no good. He pushed the female higher up and then dropped her down onto the table with a loud bang. Her arms falling lifelessly besides her as she softly groaned in pain. She softly bit her lower lip, trying to suppress more sounds to come from her, to suppress her signals of weakness. The purple haired male took off his gloves and dropped them onto the floor, then he resumed his actions by digging his hand into his coat pocket.

He took out a pair of cuffs with a longer mid section so they could be hooked to something easier. The female opened her eyes and set a look on him, spotting the cuffs, she opened her mouth to try and panic. But even before she could, she received a hard smack across the face with one end of the cuffs. She fell back onto the table as a small trail of blood started to leave her slightly parted lips. The man grabbed her arm, and cuffed it, crabbing the other and moving it above her head. Before he locked the other, he twisted it around the leg of the table so she couldn't get up anymore. She couldn't appose him, she couldn't fight. There had been to many times that she had been in this position. Too many times she had been brutally abused. Since a short period of time, this man would come once every week when her husband was not around. Boris Balkov. She didn't have a choice, but to submit to him. The man started to take of his coat, which he dropped next to his gloves. Pulling a small pocket knife from his pants he let his eyes trail pass the beautiful lady.



The tip of his knife trailing softly pass the fabric of the female's blouse. Her eyes were afraid, and Boris couldn't help but let his tongue flick out and lick his lips in hunger for the woman. He didn't want to wait any longer as he stopped and her neck and pulled the knife down, ripping the blouse apart. Swiftly he injected a finger between her big breasts and pulled the bra up, cutting it in the center and exposing her torso completely. Like a carnivore he moved over her and began to suck onto her breast, squeezing the other with his hand twisting the nipple in a painfully pleasuring way. Though the female found it everything but pleasuring or anything in that direction. Her arms were pulling unto the cuffs, trying to break free, creating raw red marks on her skin.

Boris's tongue licked around her nipple and then fell back down sucking like a baby. While he did so he used his other hand to unbutton her pants. She tried to kick free, tried to struggle as mush as she could. But the purple haired male laid on one of her legs, and pushed most of his body weight onto her own. His hand crept inside her pants and indulged inside her panties. His fingers finding her warmth as he let his index finger slide in between her legs with a soft motion. He held both her legs steady in place with his own as he had his way with her. His finger reaching her clit as he moved pass it once. He used much pressure, and it was slightly painful. She grunted as she arched her back trying to move away from him in any way possible. She hated to be touched by anyone this way other than her husband and lover. She couldn't find pleasure, and therefore wasn't sexually aroused. He slide his fingers back over her clit, softly moving as if it was gentle. Deceiving her mind, no, deceiving her body that it felt good to be touched, no matter who it was.

The man grinned wickedly as he saw her breathing turning heavy, though she was still pulling to get free. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" This was the first time anyone spoke since he came inside. Realizing what it was her body was admitting to, she tried to fight it. His finger slide down as he pushed his index finger inside her hole, pushing it all the way inside and slowly twisted his finger around against her walls. "Your pussy is wet, does this mean you want me? Want me to fuck you?" His finger started to move in and out of her vagina, always almost hitting her pleasure point but missing on the end. Leaving her body disappointed. "Let me go.. Please!" She said with a raspy voice, a voice you could only have after crying three days straight. But the man didn't listen, he was too much enjoying his torment on the female.

He pulled his hand out of her pants, giving a look at his fingers, they were sticky and stained with her love juices. He smirked at it as he gave it a small lick, not even caring that he didn't need to. He turned his attention back to his sex slave and with a few pulls pulled away her pants and undergarment. He immediately grabbed her legs again and placed her feet bend on the table, so her legs were spread and couldn't move. He lowered his head between her legs and pushed with his nose onto the skin were her clit was hiding. Receiving a small gasp when the female felt the wet tongue of the man parting her organ, and trailed the tip pass her sensitive area's. She threw her head back as the man began to lick her pussy like a dog that found its bone. Moving it up his licked around her clit, the fire started to heat inside the female's body. Unknowingly she began to part her legs more and more, she wanted more pleasure. The man felt it and grinned as he knew she began to lose her mind and her body would win.

He ought it safe and let go of one leg, having one hand free he pushed his finger inside her entrance once again. Keeping on sucking and licking at her pussy, he used his finger to fingerfuck the woman senseless. Adding another finger his ears could make out that the redhead was starting to moan in pleasure. In and out his fingers got more and more coated in her substance. But then the redhead shot back and forced herself to act up. With her only free leg she gathered all her strength and kicked against Boris's head, he fell back but regained his posture as she didn't kick that hard than that he was used to. Still he was pissed off, he didn't like it when people interrupted him with anything. "You think you're pretty smart ehh? I'll show you have to cause pain!" The man shouted as he walked back towards the table, unbuckling his belt.

Though, the man nor the female could hear it, soft footsteps made their way down the stairs into the hallway. Small feet, covered in small white socks, and a black silk pajama. Small tender hands and also a set of sharp ice blue eyes that could freeze you with a glance, skin pale as fresh fallen snow and short fire red hair with two bangs hanging in frond of his face. A little boy almost ten but still remaining nine years old, sneaked towards the half closed door to peek into the room to see what was going on. He didn’t enter because he heard an unfamiliar voice, and he didn't like strangers. As one eye scanned through the slit of the door, his lid slowly raised to stare in shock. A tall man was gaining in to his own mother who was strapped naked to the kitchen table. The young boy could she the man's pants bulge in an abnormal way, and as he lowered them his young innocent eyes were faced with a large erected penis. The vain at the bottom throbbing, and ready for release.

"You bitch, be glad you can be useful for something once in your life!" He slapped her across the cheek again just were he hit her last time. The side of her head hit the table again, filling her mouth up with blood. She coughed, and spit it out. "Do you want us to get rid of your husband? You know we can make it look like an accident. He does good work for us, as long as he thinks you and your little rat are safe. And he and your little worm won't be harmed as long as you do as we tell you to do. Or do you want to accidentally have your husband underneath a car, and your son drowned during his swimming lesson? You know that'll be your fault, if they die it's your fault." Tears streamed down the redhead's amber colored eyes. "No it won't, it's all your fault... we did nothing wrong to you people. Please... we had enough." She almost begged. But the purple haired devil got the eyes of Satan himself as he spread her legs. "Your man gives us access to area's in his company, we need those to support our organization. And, you haven't had enough, until you had enough." He said slyly. She could feel the tip of the man's cock at her opening as he rammed inside of her in one push, almost ripping her open if she wasn't prepared before he did so.

Young innocent eyes were forced to watch how his own mother was getting raped in frond of his eyes, his feet were nailed to the floor. He saw the knife on the side of the table as she was so scared of getting hurt. His hand crept around the side of the door and clung for his life as his eyes filled with tears of the sorrow of a young child, ready to be changed forever.

He rammed back into her and out, all the way to his shaft and repeated his actions. The head of his large dick ramming inside her womb as it hurt her so much. She tried to tense her stomach to get less impact, but it had no use. The hot pre-come dripped slowly down her tights and hit the table as he pulled his fully erected pride out again, roughly. His eyes scanned over her abused form as she was breathing sharply, but then their eyes met, and hers were filled with rejection and resistance. This was the last draw for the man as he grabbed her ripped blouse and pulled it apart. Binding one leg to one table paw and the other leg to the other end of the table, spreading her legs wide.

The redhead's cheeks flushed slightly, whether it was from embarrassment or short out of air. "Please! Let me go!" But Boris did not respond, he let his finger slide over her clit again making the woman gasp. Though she could hear him snicker, making her inner being shiver. She noticed him reach out for something, her eyes widened in horror when she saw he took the still burning candle in the palm of his hand. "N-no! P-please!" The man held the candle above her vagina as he began to title it sideways, the candle wax slowly sliding to one side. "I'll teach you the meaning of, pain." He said evilly as he stuck two fingers in between her outer region and exposed the sensitive parts. The woman began to pull and struggle, wiggle and tear her skip open from her ankles and wrists.

A few drips fell down the candle and landed on top of her clit and surrounding area. Like The scream needed to enter her mind first, it exhaled itself into a terrified scream with pain and torture. The little boy had already lowered through his little legs onto the floor and held his own hands against his mouth to prevent him from crying out his mother's name. But the torture wasn't over yet. Boris let more drops fall onto her pussy as it was burned and covered in hot boiling wax. No one could hear her screaming, because they lived in a separate house, with no neighbors. Her screaming finally stopped when he put the candle back down on the table, she couldn't even try and close her legs anymore. He smirked at her pain, her eyes wide and staring numbly at the ceiling.

"No, I'm not done. You still have to make me come. But seeing as your pussy is a little to juicy for me now, I'll just have to take the other option." She didn't even respond anymore, her pain was irrelevant, she wanted to die. It hurt so much, she wanted to die. This torture had to be over, she didn't want to feel anymore. He lifted up her ass, and spread her cheeks, exposing her tight asshole. He liked his lips at the mere sight of how that virgin ring of muscles would be about to swallow his cock. He let the tip of his dick twirl around her entrance, watering it with his pre seed working as a lubricant. Now pushing it inside her ass he had to push hard to break trough that none prepared virginity. He could feel some skin ripping around his penis, when he looked down he saw she was bleeding.

He started to work himself in and out ripping her a little more each time he did so. He put the candle down on the other side of them, creating a large shadow on the side wall. Reflecting the damage, that was done. Two tears streamed down each ice blue sphere of the little boy, without blinking. His eyes wide, and his lungs crumbled together from preventing himself to scream while his thoughts kept on repeating silently.
'Mother... Mother... Motheeeerr!!!'



* [End flashback] seven years further.. * [17 years old, first year (day) college]



Opening the door of his new home the door screeched open, stopping softly by hitting the side wall. Revealing a dark concealed room. Even though his building was one of the farthest away from the performance building this would be his new refuge and deal with it. The redhead signed in one day before the forms could no longer be turned in. Giving him almost no options in room choice. Meaning, he had to get up earlier if he wanted to make his classes in time. He walked inside and lifted his hand up, feeling the curves of the cold wall. Trespassing the dark, he found a light switch and flipped it up.

He looked around and saw his dorm, the living room was of a normal size with a sofa, a TV a small table, two chairs, a radio and an DVD player. He looked to his right and saw also a normal sized kitchen with all the things you really need, even if it wasn't much. There was no wall separating the living room from the kitchen. All the way on the left side of the kitchen was another door, the bathroom, all the way at the right side of the room was another door, it had to be the bedroom. He walked further inside towards the bedroom door, closing the entrance behind him. He opened the door, he saw a normal sized bedroom, it contained a one person bed, a nightstand, a small wardrobe and a desk with a computer on top of it.

After scanning the room trough he let it be for what it was, and with little interest walked towards the bed and as ungrateful as ever he threw his bag onto the foot end of the bed. He sat down next to it. His hands resting softly on top of his knees as he stared at the opposite wall. His breathing at ease, his heartbeat calm. His conscious wild like an untamable storm. His expression unreadable, plain, not always had his eyes been empty. Afraid of the outside world but wanting to be a part of it just the same. His eyes, he hated them. He hated what they had seen. All the repelling, angst and condemnation. Often he thought about sowing them shut, or, cutting them out... Just to forget in time how horrible this world looked like. But from all the harm that had been done to him... the memories would always remain with him, like scars.



* Two months further.. * [17 years old, college]



Tala walked through the long college hall with his black leather bag hanging over his shoulder, with no books in it though. He had to stay longer inside his social study lesson today, to explain what happened to his paper of 2500 words. A paper he had to turn in today, but duo to circumstances, he couldn't. Tala's mood was even more ruined than it usually was. A frown was set on his forehead, and his hand griped tightly around the leather straps of the bag. If it wasn't him and so well trained in keeping his emotions at bay, he would've thrown the bag against the wall and hit his hand to a pulp afterwards.



* Earlier that day *

The bell went, and doors flew open. It was midday. In one of the opened doors a cold looking redhead walked out of the classroom. Followed by a dual haired male who had the same expression as him. Almost bored to death. Of course, they had just finished their History lesson. In the room opposite of them, a strong male with long gray hair walked out with an almost even sized orange haired beauty.

As the two groups faced each other, they slightly narrowed their eyes. It was obvious, that they didn't get along properly. Tala entered this school to follow his dream, just like every other student here. To become an artist on stage. To be admired by all and envied by many. He had talent, but so did the three other man within his sight. Was it competition between them that drove the air around their bodies to grow thick with tension?

Kai had a strong sense of mind, and stepped next to the redhead. He slightly lowered his head, letting a bang fall next to his face, his fierce eyes glaring deadly underneath a line of double toned hair. Garland growled within his throat, but walked away shrugging it off as he knew he couldn't start a fight with all these students and teachers around. Brooklyn still stood face to face with the two males. Though he didn't look so intriguing, Tala felt he was more of a thinker and trying to fool them with his seemingly innocents. The grass green eyes stared directly inside Tala's ice cubes and smiled.
"Dja." He said, and followed Garland's tracks.

Tala looked next to him, and gave Kai a look. Kai looked up, and stared back at Tala. Both so... unreadable. But of course... Kai and Tala had been knowing each other for about five years now. Since they were twelve or so. Since then, they had practically grown up together. They knew each other, sometimes even better than they knew themselves. They were almost like, brothers. But like always with Tala, and he assumed with Kai too, the first introduction to each other, was quite negative. Tala could still remember how much they had hated each other for no reason at all. Maybe they just wanted to hate someone.. just because they felt like it.

Tala had changed the night he had seen his mother get raped and mutilated. The early morning his father had come home after the brutal attack, and found his wife on the floor. The afternoon his mother had been brought to the hospital, and took him along because he couldn't be left alone at home. The evening his mother had endured a jaw operation, the bone had been smashed to pieces. And in her lower region, which was torn, and burned. Her arm had been broken entirely, she had pulled so hard on the cuffs at one moment.. and her wrists were torn and wouldn't stop bleeding, because of a vein that laid open. That night, his father swore revenge.

His ice blue eyes almost seemed to mingle with dark crimson orbs as Kai grinned slightly. The redhead didn't know why, but he came back to reality.
"What?" He asked coldly. Kai closed his eyes with a smirk.
"My lessons are over except singing practice with Ronin next hour. You still have one class to go, and the bell went five minutes ago." Tala chuckled slightly as he shot a glare at his friend.
"Didn't bother to tell me I was spacing out again? Hiwatari, why are you such an ass?" The redhead questioned monotonously as he opened his bag and pulled out a few nice bound pieces of paper imprinted with text. He left the dual hair for what he was and walked pass him murmuring a frustrated 'thanks.'

Quickening is pace he saw the doors of the classrooms were already filled again. He was late. He didn't like to be late, and he needed to turn in this form. The redhead looked down at his hand, looking at the papers. As he came close to the corner, a long short silver haired male appeared around it. His expression was set in an ice cold fit, as if he could bite your head of if you even looked at him. Then he saw the redhead, but Tala didn't see him. His mind worked in a racing speed and a yet another little evil plan. Bryan was holding a cup of coffee which he had just picked up on his way from the cafeteria. Tala was to busy with other things than watch who was crossing his path, or rather... going to block it. Three, two, one... and Tala was drenched in coffee.



* [End flashback] A few days later. *

As Tala walked to the back of the performance building, he sighed slightly in boredom. Last lesson he left a notebook in the dressing room when they had to try out some clothing for an upcoming performance. He must have forgotten it back then. He wanted to pick it up today, but he had to wait until practise was over. After asking permission to his teacher, Ronin, he could go and look for it. But only, if he would lock up after he left. The teacher had a meeting to attend to. After agreeing to that, the redhead walked backstage.

He walked through a small claustrophobic hallway. He turned to his right and opened a room…
He walked over to the left and faced the corner to be filled with boxes and other junk. A hint of irritation flickered over Tala’s posture. He knew he left it there somewhere. And even if he didn’t, others always threw unknown objects on a pile of junk, just to get rid of it. He left the irritation for what it was and started to move boxes away. He came across many boxes of costumes and accessories. Stage lamps wiring, make up, broken instruments and random books which he often mistook for his notebook. He muttered something under his breath. After searching for about fifteen minutes, he stood up and sighed. Stretching his back, relieving his back from the same position.



Tala’s eyes narrowed in a flash as his as body tensed again, his senses were put to sharp as he was perfectly aware, he wasn’t alone anymore…
“You forgot something yesterday. You know it isn’t respectful to linger your trash everywhere you go, Tala. You should know better.” The redhead’s hands crumbled down to fists as he squeezed them tightly in frustration. The not so unknown man spoke to him like he was a little child who was to be thought respect. It remained silent for a moment, Tala could feel the other’s eyes burn inside his back, through his soul. It tortured him, mutilated him, weakened him… The voice, that voice, his voice… Oh so slow, Tala turned around. Almost too slow. His eyes turned low, just so he didn’t have to face him right away. He had to form the barrier. The redhead had known this man ever since he was introduced to the group, together with Kai. Since day one, he had tried to make his life a living hell here. Corner him, break his mind, convince him he would never make it as an artist.

But worse was, he was giving Tala these... glances. Whenever he was mind breaking him, he got so close. His heart would beat, like it never did before. He hated it, despised it, feared it... His vision moved up and stared at the only being who was able to get him so easily by words alone.

"What do you want, Bryan?" Tala's cold blue eyes burned against Bryan's grass green orbs. It annoyed Tala how Bryan could always look so calm and even more penetrating, when Tala already tried to glare him into a coma. But of course he wouldn’t let ‘him’ know that. The one year older male showed his arm from behind his back, revealing a pocket sized black notebook.

“Want it?” He said slowly with a deep swaying voice. Like Bryan gave Tala time to reprocess what he just said, again referring to his mocking way to belittle him. The redhead’s fists gripped together, his gloves slightly squeaking from the tension.

“Give it back Bryan.” Tala said keeping his voice in a strain. The silver haired man gave the redhead a deep stare with a mysterious smile. Then out of nowhere he began to walk forward, but Tala had made up his own little plot. He wouldn’t just stand there and wait around for who knows what Bryan might do. He reacted equally with the silver hair and walked forward. Bryan didn’t seem to react to his action as they closed in to each other. Focussed as he was, Tala waited for the right moment. They stopped one small step away from walking into each other. Face to face, their looks could either burn or freeze you.

“You want it? Come and get it.” Said Bryan mockingly like he saw Tala as something small. Even though the redhead was a head shorter than him, Tala hated it when he was treated with such slim respect at all. His words like a luring snake, trying to fool Tala out of his shell. But the redhead wasn’t so easily fooled. Not like all those other little-brained monkeys walking around this campus. Something he would prove…Now.

"I will.” He said stern, and meaningful. It was like Bryan was waiting for Tala to make the first move… silence.

Tala fell forwards with his arm outstretched for the notebook. But even though the wolf was fast, Bryan was already one step ahead of him, and was therefore faster. He pulled the arm back turning around with a swing like a pirouette. Though, Tala was smarter then he let Bryan know. He fell forward faster, leaning on one hand on the floor. Swinging his leg towards Bryan’s and kicking the back of Bryan’s knees. Which caused a natural reaction, he fell to his knees as he tried to prevent that and lowered his attention to the notebook. Tala grabbed it from Bryan’s hold with his other free hand and stood up again. Making way for the door as he tried to outrun the briefly disabled man. But just when he could touch the door handle he was pushed against the hard wooden surface of the door and his body was blocked against the wood. How could the silver haired male have moved so fast in such a short moment?!

“Don’t think you can outrun me, because I’ll get you eventually..” Bryan said in a seductive whisper inside Tala’s ear. The redhead could feel Bryan’s hips grins against his ass in a slow motion. Tala gritted his teeth as he felt his cheeks slowly fill up. Bryan’s hand slipped down and locked the door. Tala felt his heart Jump. Bryan’s hand that was placed at the door now moved back onto the redhead, on the same level on his body. His fingers trailing over Red’s tights like magic. Tugging his shirt up and caressing the flesh of his abdomen, Tala gasped and then growled, he refused to give in. He tried to push himself away from the door, but there was barely any room left for him to do so. Bryan smirked, his little ‘meal’ was trying to oppose him.

“I like it when you’re so filled with fire.” The silver headed man took a tight grip around the smaller boy and twisted him swiftly, smashing his back back against the door. Tala couldn't help but let out a few coughs.

"You're so, weak.." Bryan said with fascination as his eyes studied the uke trapped beneath his stronger form. Tala stopped coughing and opened his eyes, straightened his back and stared inside those green orbs. So magical.

"Wh...at?-" the redhead began, his emotionless barrier was heaving. Bryan interrupted him.

"Why didn't you listen to me those times before? Why didn't you flee, hide, quit it?" He began, he let his words sink in but didn't give Tala the time to answer. His face was closing in to the redhead, who had no place left to escape.

"Why do you tempt the devil Tala? Why don't you understand, why don't you ever understand..." His voice was closing in to him, but was slowly settling down to a soothing whisper. Sending a shiver down Tala's inner core. Tala understood him, but on the other hand it made no sense.

The silver haired male never took bother in anything, and always did as he pleased. Including hurting people to the max if it would get him what he wanted. Bryan grabbed Tala's hand, he could feel the rejection in strength as the redhead tried to pull away with slight trembling fingers. Though Bryan ignored it. Even thought the silver hair was ruthless, and evenly cold to the redhead and furthermore cruel, he let their fingers entwine together like it meant nothing. Red's eyes widened, yet he remained soundly under the pressure against the door the only thing that locked him away from freedom. Bryan didn't seem to want to play it safe anymore, instead of claiming Tala's lips as close as he already was, he avoided them... and attacked his neck instead.

The wolf let out a throaty groan as he felt Bryan's lips suck onto his skin, his tongue's tip gliding pass his muscles and his teeth softly nipping at the flesh, though hard enough to leave a faint mark. Watering the surface with his saliva Bryan brought his free hand back to life, letting it roam around over Tala's tight. The redhead forced his head back, trying to get away, but only giving the silver hair more access to what he so greedily wanted. Again the redhead winched when he felt the sudden suction at his throat, lowering down his gullet making it hard for Red to breath. Bryan's fingers sliding pass his groin, a place to far for Tala as he forcefully twisted, but it was getting harder and harder to move. The redhead closed his eyes when he felt Bryan breath in his ear, hot, huskily, wanting something from him. Soft lips fumed around his earlobe as it received tender sucks and bites, almost afraid to harm him at all. It made Tala shiver, it made him weak and mostly it made him confused in insecure. Just like a reflection in the mirror, that Tala had stared at all his life.. it was enough. A large crack raced on the surface of his image, the mirror broke in pieces.

"Why... are you doing this... to me?" Tala broke the soft munching sounds Bryan made inside his ears and left only the shadow of their hair to keep their emotions hidden from each other. Emotions raw, the moment skinned alive, and the burning question lingering within them both that lived 'till this day. Their hands still lashed together as if the world would end if they let go. But Bryan could not answer. Tala's emotions were boiling up now there was nothing to restrain it.

"ANSWER ME!" Tala screamed, so out of his posture it even surprised the silver hair a bit. Though he still hid behind his silver locks, he wanted to answer. Never in his life had he found it so hard to say anything, he could make an arrogant remark, but on the other hand, a moment like this would maybe never come again. The months of torturing the redhead with sick jokes, making fun of him, trying to influence every little thing he did, was all meant for one thing... trying to protect him.

It was hard to understand if you didn't want to. If you didn't try. But Bryan wasn't the type of person to let his image drop overnight. He wasn't who he pretended to be... A stone cold cruel hearted bastard. The things he had done, the things he had seen could shock everyone if they knew. Even at his younger age, he already had the mind of a fully grown adult and often even wiser, faster. But even fate was cruel on him, did he deserve it? Also he, was a pawn inside the Biovolt corporations. Even though he worked there with a half heart, he was forced to work there.. but on the other hand it gave him good profit. Until he met Tala. His frozen heart started to melt, in time... it started to beat. Nights he struggled to get it out, days he spend to hate his feelings. Until the day came he knew he could not deny it any longer.

He was in love with the redhead. When he found out that also Tala was tangled up inside Biovolt's web, he felt furious. When he found the file about the Ivanof family and read it, he felt remorse. It was already to late to save the redhead from their poison... though he would not allow further snakes to bite him. He had to get away from this college, because he knew eyes would be set on here in the future. He didn't want him to endure more that he already had. He got under Tala's skin, told him he would never make it as an artist, that he was a loser, a failure, weak. That he expected everything to come to him, that he was a stubborn idiot and he should just quit it. He humiliated him, pulled stupid pranks to put Tala in shame. He even send other people to the redhead to mess with him some more. He made his life a living hell and still after months, here he stood. Humiliated, broken and beat but still his persistence high and never ever ready to give up. Bryan had to admit it, the redhead was no quitter so that question Ronin asked he answered truthfully. Bryan looked up, through his curtain of silver and spoke.

"Because..." Slowly he brought his head back to Tala's ear, and moved his lips.. whispering the words he had never used before. Tala's eyes seemed to widen and his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to speak. The hands that were entwined lost the grip as Tala's strength left him, was that the reason? Bryan didn't seem to have any reason why not to claim what he wanted. As if it wasn't enough for the redhead, only seconds later he felt a pair of lips slightly touch his own. It wasn't a kiss, it was a touch. Tala didn't know what to do anymore... he was so confused. He hated this man... he wanted to let it all sink in and let go... Those words, how dared he use them. How could he even let those precious words escape over such violating lips. How could he! Tala tightened the grip again, digging his nails inside the other man's flesh. Starting to push again, regaining he strength inside his legs as he used everything he had left to push the silver hair off of him.

"Don't mess with me!!" But Bryan was to serious to let it just slip. He needed Tala to know. He didn't give Tala time to run, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him back in a pull. Though Tala didn't move along and therefore got thrown halfway across the room. It ended when Bryan pushed the redhead down against the make-up table.

"I've had enough of your resistance, you will be mine." The silver head spoke as he pinned Tala's hand above his head. "Shut up! Shut-up! Get of me! I've had it with your lies and deceit! If you're going this low just to get me out of college FINE!! I'LL FUCKING GO!!" Tala screamed inside Bryan's face as he almost seemed to choke on his own words. It was like Tala was crying his eyes out, only there were no tears... this was not what he had planned... and confessing to him at all wasn't in the plan either. The redhead was still franticly trying to get away from him, like a wild animal trying to get away from it's captivator. Bryan looked down at the redhead who had lost all his senses. Maybe this was the appropriate moment to show a little of the side no one had ever seen before...

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Tala. I know about you and Biovolt, I know what they did to you. I know how much you've suffered. But they're coming to this school... and I don't want you to confront them." Bryan fell silent for a moment as he had noticed Tala to stop struggling and just lay there defenceless on the table, again hiding behind his hair. The silver hair had to think for a moment before resuming, he wasn't good at this if it needed a positive affect.

"Everything I did.. no, not everything, most of it, I didn't mean for you to get so damaged." That triggered yet another frenzy as Tala tried to attack Bryan now by grabbing his throat, though Bryan was stronger and still had a hold of his arms.

"Most of it?! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!!!" With those words Bryan knew, he was wrong. With everything he did... everything he did was so wrong. He didn't want it to turn out this way... he didn't want him to hate him so much... His usual cold eyes changed, into something that looked like... sadness. He had never felt like this about anyone before, it was true that he was bi sexual, and he didn't care If it was a boy or girl. Though he never experienced a feeling like this. 'I'll kill you...'

Bryan's hands slowly let go of Tala's wrists and immediately they flew for Bryan's neck. A firm grip was placed around his throat as it shut off his gullet and airway. Bryan couldn't breath. Though, he didn't seem to care about this. If he ever wanted to gain some trust back from the redhead, he had to let him show he would fight back against him. So much hate inside Tala's eyes as he let out a growling sound deep within his throat, mingled with something like 'bastard'. Bryan was short on air and a faint red blush was forming on his cheeks from lack of air. It looked like Tala wasn't so forgiving as he though. He couldn't help but smile a bit, irony got back at him. He placed his hand at the side of Tala's cheek, feeling his soft skin. It still fascinated him, it reminded him of the smooth feeling of silk. And just when Bryan began to reach his limit, air filled his lungs like smoke from a cigarette.

Misty windows hide your empty eyes

Every moment, every whisper

Separates you from me

I've been screaming, won't you let me in?

Let me see a trace of the places

Hidden under your skin.



Bryan breathed as he needed a moment to catch his breath, though, long he didn't have. He needed to do something, he needed to.. He looked up inside Tala's eyes. So numb. They reminded them of his own a long time ago, back then it was hard to face a mirror. Their noses touched, somewhere it felt very trusting. A warm hand caressed Red's cheek, he fell into the touch. Something trusting and warm, like a thunderstorm wild outside when your hiding under your sheets. Nothing can harm you under your sheets. Again he felt those soft lips slowly touch his own, just a touch. It wasn't forced onto him. Like a question asked very carefully. Bryan's body shifting closer, one leg resting on the table and his free hand next to him. Their eyes still linked together, as if they were communicating. Bryan's eyes spoke to him...

'It's alright...'

'I'm afraid...'

'Don't be... from now on I'll protect you...'

'Don't make promises you can't keep...'

'I'd give my life for you, so... don't go.'

'If I mean so much to you... prove it.'

Tala's eyes seemed to doze inside a dream as his lids closed shut, the pressure gained and Bryan locked their lips up in a much wanted kiss. The silver hair took control as he pressed his body against the smaller boy and started to work his lips. Tala wasn't rejecting him. He tilted his head up so Bryan got both knees on the table, and towered over him. He softly nibbled on his bottom lip as he stroke some red bangs away from his pure beauty. He let his tongue leave his burrow and stroke the gap between Tala's slightly parted lips.

He withdraw for a moment to look at the redhead, red noticed the sudden pause and slightly opened his eyes to reveal his ice blue eyes. As Bryan looked at them it seemed like they were melting inside his dozed stare. Was this moment even real? Was he really here, kissing the boy of his dreams? The one who had haunted his dreams, who had been his obsession for months. He was afraid that if he didn't kiss him now, he would just dissolve in his arms. That this would all disappear and turn out to be a dream.

He fell forwards and crashed their lips together, mingling up inside a heated kiss. He pushed his tongue inside Tala's mouth not even asking for entrance. The redhead made a few muffled sounds by the sudden intrusion. The silver hair lowered through his knees and sat down on Tala's lap without question. He grabbed both of Tala's hands and placed those behind him on his back, Tala complied. Bryan let his tongue moving through Tala's mouth as an experienced kisser owns up to his name. He backed off leaving a trail of saliva, which broke.

He let his hands roam trough Tala's locks and strands of red fire. The other he lowered towards Red's shirt, his fingertips slipped under it, feeling the untainted abdomen. Bryan's green orbs never leaving Tala's, trying to search for any discomfort. He found some, but that was just insecurity. The silver head had a small grin as he let more of his hand slip under Tala's shirt, slide over his slender body towards his chest as he pushed the shirt up along with it. Bryan pushed Tala back as he started to kiss his chest with small kisses. The redhead didn't say anything, though Bryan couldn't feel rejection he couldn't feel full acceptation either.

His mouth reached a nipple as he took it inside his mouth, he could feel a gasp from the redhead. It sounded one of pleasure. He let his tongue lick the pink nub as it heard another moan escape the redhead. Bryan looked up to find his koj slightly flushed. The silver headed male grinned because of it and then let his teeth slightly bite the sensitive part. Tala gasped again but this time more annoyed, Bryan was playing with fire. Tala expected that. Seeing as Bryan was sitting on top of Tala, this gave him the golden opportunity to see how far he could actually go at this very moment. Even though his freshly gained trust was still raw and not even so true, he wanted to try.

He slightly rocked his hips forwards so their groins came in slight contact. Tala was aware of the position now and wanted to protest but the silver haired male didn't give him time, and did it again but a little harder now. Letting go of the nipple Bryan was just in time to see Tala's reaction. A lustful gasp which let the redhead slightly drop his head to the right, his lips parted and groaning each time he breathed. This sensation made his arms stand behind him against the mirror for support, exposing his chest and his pink hard nipples. But those weren't the only things becoming hard.

"You like that don't you." Bryan said huskily as he noticed his koj to slightly flutter his eyes open again. Oh what a sight for lustful eyes it was. Bryan did it again, pushing his groin against Tala's growing erection. He let out another moan with pleasure.

"Please don't do that..." Tala breathed now having trouble breathing as Bryan kept brushing his hips against Tala's pant's covered erection. Bryan could feel the bulge form underneath him and it made him smirk, this was such a turn on.

"Fine, then I won't." He said and lifted himself up, letting their faces close in again their noses touching. His right hand sneakily found it's way down, and unbuttoned Tala's pant's and zipper. The redhead felt it and his eyes widened.

"N-no don't!" But Bryan didn't have any message with that request as he was set on winning Tala for his own. And with what he was about to do it would gain him at least some trust, he hoped. He let his hand slip inside Tala's pants and undergarment, finding the half hard cock as he wrapped his fingers around the length. The redhead tried to let out sound, but swallowed it back in. He let his eyes shut tightly, Bryan moved back close softly kissing Red on the lips.

He let the hand shove down the penis all the way towards the tip, there he let his thumb slide over the head, taking some of the pre-cum and sliding it on over the rim under the ending. He let his index finger and thumb work there magic at the tip and then slide all the way back towards the beginning of his shaft. While he did so he could feel Tala wriggle underneath the touch. Softly moan, and slightly pushing against Bryan's body in slight resistance. He started the pump up and down the smaller boy's organ as Tala bit his lower lip trying to force himself not to move along in the seductive rhythm.

"I mean what I said, Tala. Coming from a guy like me, it must be hard to comprehend. I don't want to violate you more than I already have, if you want me to stop.. say so now and I will." Bryan spoke honest words for such a deceitful person. The hand at Tala's cock stopped moving and the grip loosened, somewhere Tala was relieved. But also disappointed. Was it his body that betrayed him this time? It wasn't a lie that Tala always found the older man attractive, even if he told himself he didn't. Also the ugly 'ways' Bryan used, helped Tala in believing that he hated him. Maybe that made his mind vague.

Red used to be a deep thinker, and could see trough any lie. Still he could, but Bryan was something else... every time Bryan did something to him, there always was this one look, this one glance.. that made his mind doubt, and his heart flutter. There are many ways and shapes of the word 'denial'.

Was he in denial? Could he blame himself? After everything Bryan had put him through 'till now? Had Bryan always felt this way about him?... and, what about Tala? How did he feel about Bryan?... There were so many answers Tala wanted from the silver haired male, the truth he wanted. Had he opened a door that had been shut ever since he saw the silver haired Russian?



Tala fell silent, his sight turned away from the handsome man bowing over him. He bit his lower lip to control himself. Was he ready to throw all his promises out of the window and take a turn, on just three words from all what he knew was a stranger? Bryan stared down at him, his heart... contacting together. His throat... to dry to swallow. His eyes held for the blind, blurred by the beauty before him he had admired from a far.

Needles sting me when you look away

And your silence sounds like

Deafening screams to me

I've been waiting, won't you open your heart?

And let me in...

Please let me in

"Don't stop..." Tala whispered. The redhead could barely believe himself, that he actually said that... Neither could Bryan. He stared at him with an empty expression, like he just got slapped in the face. The silver haired male crawled back, close against his koj and took the side of Red's face inside the warm palm of his hand. Cupping Tala's face up to look at him. Tala was flushed, and blushing so cutely. Was this the side of Tala no one was ever allowed to see?

"What did you say?" Bryan questioned in a whisper as Tala was so close to him, that he could just hear it. Tala did not even react much to the mocking question, his head slightly fell to the warm hand caressing his cheek. It felt trusting. He would like to answer that question for him but sadly, his sock was rock hard and urgently in need of release. Nice way to spoil the romance wouldn't you say? But almost like Bryan red Tala's mind, his fingers had unknowingly found their way back towards the throbbing organ.

"Ugh!...uh..uh..." Tala was found in continuously moaning muffled sounds when Bryan started to pump his erection with swift skill. Red tried to hold himself on his arms, but they felt like giving out under the immense pleasure he received. Bursts of hot energy flowing right through him, the warm fingers sliding up and down pass his veins. Never had a woman or even self pleasuring felt this good on him. It was like Bryan exactly knew where to touch him and how.

The silver haired male moved next to the redhead, not stopping his work even for a moment. Though Tala noticed Bryan's movement he suddenly understood why he moved from his place. The Russian sat down more behind the redhead and pulled him against his firm chest, giving him all the room to move if he wanted and relieved the pressure on Red's arms. Tala spread his slender legs more and laid back against the form body supporting him. Why was he so kind to him all of the sudden? Was his cruelness towards him all an act after all?...

"I'm going to... uh..uh... go.. faster! Onegai...." Bryan could feel the high pulse and blood flowing through the rocking organ. Tala slightly trusted inside Bryan's hand, it made him smirk. His beautiful redhead was enjoying his sensual touches, had he never been with a man before? Bryan's free hand crept under Tala's shirt once again, seeking out the nipple and playing with it. Earning another louder moan below him, he set his teeth inside Red's pale enchanting neck. Licking it with all his will he could hear Tala cry out, still modest because he didn't want anyone to hear them.

Bryan moved to the wolf's earlobe and whispered seductively. "You can come, but not to loud." A hard task, it was good for the redhead he lasted as long as he did. Sweat stood damp on his forehead and his heart was racing, he couldn't hold it in any longer... He wanted to bring his own hand to his mouth to bite on his finger, but Bryan beat him to it. Tala's fingers took a hold of any piece of clothing on Bryan, clutching it tightly as he came with a load muffled cry. Releasing his substance on the table and 'magically' missing Bryan's hand.

Tala breathed heavy as his body felt limping weak. His eyes staring dully at the opposite wall as Bryan's finger carefully left his mouth. But then his tired body was welcomed by this empty cold feeling. Did he regret giving in to this? Then Bryan's arms slowly folded around him, so slow... as if he never embraced anyone before. And when you thought about it, had he ever? Don't hold on to tight, or It'll crush and suffocate. But hold to lose, and it'll slip away. His arms were now placed around him, just right.

Tala's breathing had eased again, his mind starting the function like it should as he noticed his naked under body. He wasn't really bothered with it. He slightly turned his head and moved his eyes to the corner to give the older Russian a sideways look. Bryan gave a slight smirk in the corner of his mouth. Though, Tala was already used to that smug of a look. Though Tala did not acknowledge that look, but just looked at the older male as in 'accusing'.

"What we just did was wrong. You for actually doing it, and me for... accepting it." Said Tala stern, and cold. Bryan could react surprised or shocked, but he could half already see this coming and being surprised wasn't really his thing anyway. Instead he gave the redhead a soft kiss on the cheek and made a disapproving sound. Leaving Tala quite puzzled.
"I have to disagree. What we did was just sexual show of affection, the only awkward thing is that we're both male. And believe me, you're not the first one in this world to have homosexual experiences. Accepting it is something of your own, you seem to call it 'wrong'. Well, I don't. I enjoyed touching you, every... little... part of you." Bryan whispered inside Red's ear and gave a soft snicker after it, drawing something like suspicion from the redhead. Or was he just paranoid?

"You can't just go around and harassing people like this! And furthermore, I'm not gay!!" Tala shouted as he pulled himself free from Bryan's heavenly embrace. He pulled his pant's up as he moved of the table and zipped himself up. Then he pulled his shirt back down and pulled a hand through his red locks of hair. He shot Bryan a deadly glare as he turned his back on him, walking back towards where he dropped the notebook, and picked it up. He had to get out of this room, away from the older Russian. Away from his entrancing eyes, his scent, his touch...

He made his way towards the door, and just when he extended his hand to unlock it, his wrist was grabbed and pulled above his head. His back once again placed against the wall as he got pinned. Tala swallowed as he was forced to stare inside irritated soft grass green eyes. But was surprised when he felt Bryan's hot lips crash against his own, claiming him once again. Kissing him wildly, deep and intense. He slide his own tongue inside Tala's almost awaiting cavern, there was not much struggle as the redhead soon gave in to Bryan's taste. So sweet. Soft groans escaped Red's throat as the silver haired male's hand once again lashed together with Tala's fingers. Then without any warning, Bryan broke away with a pull leaving Tala flushed and with his mouth still open.

"I sure as damn hell did not harass you... this time. You liked it, don't deny! And who said he isn't gay? You surely did not go through hell rejecting me when I was jerking you off five minutes ago, and you didn't even bother to push me off with your other free hand just now when I kissed you! I god damn confessed to you..." Bryan pulled down their entwined hands and brought them in frond of their faces. Bryan gave Tala an intriguing look, not mad, not irritated, but persuasive and persistent. Tala knew damn well... He understood, and he also already realised, that Tala was fooling himself.

"Can I please go? I need some time..." Tala's voice wasn't cold, and it wasn't cruel either. It was confused... mostly confused. Bryan understood it very well that the redhead needed some time to figure everything out, processing this was a big thing. Though, if he ever did so. Bryan simply let go of Tala's hand, so it would drop down hanging next to Tala's body. The silver haired Russian didn't say anything anymore as he figured saying anything more wouldn't clear anything anyway. Tala turned away as he moved to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. He went through it but just before he left the room he stopped for a moment, he gazed to the side and saw Bryan still gazing at the spot he stood only moments ago. He left.



* One week later * [17 years old, college]



Music banging miles away crossing college territory, driving possible bystanders insane. It was near midnight but almost half of the current partying students were found drunk outside puking in the bushes. But still, that left enough people inside the dormitories 'sober' enough to keep on dancing, acting like complete imbeciles and drinking until you couldn't see straight. The night was young and already some were to drunk to even stand anymore. That only left a few to be smart enough and 'saint' to keep their dignity.

Tala opened the door leading inside one of the overcrowded dormitories. His eyes were slightly irritated, if it was from those bothersome people who kept on bumping into him or the disturbing message he got a few hours ago... the redhead swiftly made his way trough the mass, though, not to hurried either. He was dressed the way only he could.

Black pants sitting low on the hips and wide around the legs, barely touching his skin. Large long pockets on the back of each leg. Three silver studded belts resting on his hips and lose chains hang down his legs, connecting them together. His torso covered with a soft white blouse, the top buttons left undone. Yet his right sleeve was cut lose at the upper arm, and linked back together with a few silver rings. His hands were concealed inside black leather fingerless gloves and a few metal necklaces hang exposed around his slender neck. And a finishing touch, his right ear had three silver rings and the one in his earlobe was a black chrome cross hanging upside down.

Of course, he was hot and smoking. When Tala pushed himself out of the busy ant burrow he stepped inside a side hall that only contained a drunk couple kissing in a corner on the floor. The redhead was totally ignored, and Tala was by all fine with that. He moved his back against the wall as if he was tired and needed a breather. Then he moved his hand downwards and it disappeared inside one of his back leg pockets. He dug out his cell phone and the screen light up as he opened it. Seems like Tala went to his text messages, the field changed and a small amount of text appeared on the pocket-sized screen.

'You're not busy tonight, are you? Why not come to my dorm? I think you know where it is. See you tonight. Love, Bryan.

Tala shut his phone again with an irritated growl. Did an embarrassed blush find its way to Red's cheekbones? Just the words on his phone, made Tala slightly nervous. The redhead had been avoiding Bryan ever since their little 'together' moment. An almost impossible task when you have practise together everyday of the week. He sighed deeply, staring at the floor almost like he had x-ray and wanted to see what happened below him.

Yeah, he knew perfectly well which building. In fact, he stood in it right now. Why did he even go? God damn he cursed himself dead for the mess he was about to get swept into. But then why.. knowing this, did he go anyway? He wasn't even planning only leaving his room after he got back. They had their first performance together as a group two days ago. Explains the party.

Tala had received the text message a few hours before it started, he laid flat on his back on the couch that whole time. Staring at the TV. screen, but not really 'looking'. His mind was like a beehive, buzzing with thoughts and facts about what Bryan could have on his sleeve. Many times in one of those unmoved Tala silences, his cheeks seemed the burn up slightly. He seemed to realise it and quickly shrugged it off, only to have it happened a few more minutes later.

When he heard the music suddenly being turned on, it was like someone switched the light switch up. Tala stood up from his aching position and headed for his own room to change clothing. He never let anything stop him before, so why start now? The redhead let his phone fall back inside his back leg pocket. His eyes now set to rest facing the floor, he had to admit he was a tad nervous. His thoughts got disturbed when the kissing couple in the corner got louder. A bit noisy for him though, time to leave.

The halls were polluted with humanoids as Tala broke his way through the mass and found his way towards the staircase. Making his way to the next floor and continued his actions until he reached the top floor. Somehow the number of people being present, decreased. When the redhead found the top floor it was almost as good as empty. He couldn't help but tell himself he couldn't expect less. Seeing as who roamed on this floor..

The younger Russian began to make his way across the floor, almost as if he was drawn into in by a spell resting upon him unconsciously. Like Tala didn't even realise it... he already stood in frond of Bryan's dorm room door.

'How did I get here?' was the only blunt thought going through Tala's mind. Now that he was so close to the other Russian's presence, he felt nostalgic. He could still go back to his own room and avoid trouble, which he was bound to get into if he entered. But on the other hand.. he felt dared, and he wasn't going to let Bryan get the best of him again. Such hard and difficult choices to make... ah wel. He knocked.

And suddenly it seemed like he was the only one alive, his heart racing and beating inside his ears. He felt like running but he couldn't feel his legs. He heard a key twist the lock and 'someone' knew he had arrived. The door opened. Tala held his breath. Then he was faced with a beautiful form shaped chest, strong build and practically hairless. A sight to lick your lips at. Smooth skin, though a few scars polluted this dreamy view in question. A black satin blouse rested upon his strong broad shoulders as it was left unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. The older man was dressed in a simple form, but his chest drew all eyes to him.

One arm rested against the door opening and his head slightly turned to the side as grass green orbs were set on Tala's blue irises, and let them rest there. Tala swallowed slightly.

"Hey." Was all Bryan said. Somewhere Tala expected the elder Russian to give away some mind crushing sentence. But he was kind of silenced when that didn't happen.. was this some manipulative trick? Or was he just being paranoid? Tala stared back at him with his lips shut. Seems like the redhead had a hard time figuring that one out.

Still, Bryan waited patiently for Tala to answer him. It felt awkward to the redhead though, that he wasn't barked at already.

"...Hey." Tala said, volume turned down a bit. Though, the elder got what he wanted, as always.

"Come on in, we've been waiting for you." Bryan said giving the door a push so it opened more, gesturing inside.

'we?' Tala thought, slightly taken back by the idea of being alone inside a room with Bryan and now a whole bunch of his sombiefied slaves. When Tala didn’t move Bryan cocked an eyebrow and felt that Tala only needed some 'persuasion.' Bryan stepped forward inside the hall and in frond of the pure redhead.

"Why are you so scared? I assure you, I won't do you any harm." The silver hair closed in on the redhead while he said that, his warn breath almost reaching Tala's skin. Bryan's presence close and his touch near. Tala felt some sort of comfort in his words, even though it was completely unobvious.

"Fine." The redhead said jumping in the deep. Bryan gave something that looked like a positive 'gleam' and backed off turning back inside the room, waiting for Tala to do the same thing. The redhead followed, keeping his vision sharp and clear even though the hallway was pretty dark.

"Shoes off." Bryan said normally as he walked pass the younger Russian and disappeared inside the what should be the living room. Tala sighed as he was left alone in the hallway. He lowered and started to untie his shoelaces. Ironic how he almost skipped happily inside the lion's den.

Garland, Brooklyn, Michael and two other man sat around in the living room. The T.V. stood on and so did a high-tech stereo installation. The lights were off except for two smaller lamps and some candles of different sizes that stood spread around the room to give a ghostly effect.

Awareness was sinking in as Bryan walked ahead and hopped on the couch. He made himself comfortable deep inside the couch's corner, accompanied by Garland who sat on the other end. Brooklyn sat on the ground on a thick soft carpet in frond of the couch, leaning his back against it just were Garland sat so that he could play with the orange strands of hair. Before the orange headed male stood a low table filled with alcohol bottles and a silver briefcase. Across the table stood a laid back comfortable chair, which Michael, the baseball, sat in. Another man sat on the floor against the chair and another one on the carpet next to the table.

There wasn’t much conversation, the two unknown man spoke to each other and Michael. Brooklyn and Garland traded words with one another once in a while but Bryan... didn't say a word.

"Hey Bryan, why isn't your friend coming inside?" Michael suddenly asked breaking the conversation he already had with his own companions. Though, the other silver haired male didn't respond. Though... he did have an idea.

Tala untied his shoelaces abnormally slow, just filling up time and giving himself an excuse why he didn't enter the room yet. When he was done, he sighed and brushed a hand through his hair in annoyance. He pulled the bottom of his shirt down to straighten it, for no particular reason. He waited before he crossed the corner to listen if he heard any voices underneath the music. Listening. He heard some muffled voices, sounding familiar somehow. No use in waiting any longer, he stepped around the corner.

Like hitting the break head on in a car crash he was brought to a stop when he was faced with an amused looking Bryan only inches around the corner leaning against the wall, looking at him with a vile expression. Tala had to strain himself from twitching in annoyance again.

“What, are, you, doing?” Said Tala, leaving brief silences between his words. Bryan remained to himself for a moment as he let his eyes trail up and down Tala’s slender seductively dressed body. Tala suppressed a blush as he forced it into a frown and cocked an eyebrow.

“Waiting for you to finally sit down with us. Since when does it take five minutes to untie ones shoelaces unless they're buying time?” Bryan said with a smirk as he apparently had been watching for a moment and was already on to the redhead, and his ‘nerves’. Tala chose to ignore that statement and gave a disapproving cough.

Bryan first closed his eyes and then turned to lead the way inside the new room. It was a pretty large living room even visible in the dark. Filled with all kinds of luxury and the furniture of high quality. Nothing less expected from someone with such capabilities like Bryan, he must be pretty rich too then. Bryan walked ahead, and retook his place on the couch, kinda leaving Tala unsure like a stray puppy. All the seats were taken and he wasn't going to sit with them on the floor. Like he was signaling with a torch, all eyes were turned on him, and it was deadly silent if it weren't for the music. Tala just stood there passing all eyes that were locked upon him like x-rays. Just when Michael opened his mouth, Tala beat him to it.

"Hey." He said casually. Rather cool. More controlled than Bryan though the redhead would be able to manage at a time like this. Burning his feet in the flames of hellfire. None the less, Michael and Tala did not know each other yet, and the athlete was interested in this new arrival. Then blonde broke his stare and gave a somewhat 'friendly' smile.

"You must be Ivanof Tala?" the athlete said questioning. Tala could still feel all the eyes burning on him.

"Yeah, that's right." Tala just assumed he had been the subject of a conversation. How the redhead wished for Kai to be at his side right now.

"I'm Parker Michael. Nice to meet you." Tala gave him an acknowledging nod, then a brief moment of silence took place.

"Are you going to sit down? Or are you planning on standing all night? That's fine too, but there is still some free space here next to me." Brooklyn said giving Tala a sideways smile. He looked so innocent with those pure green eyes and that tender smile, but again there was that glint inside his eyes that Tala did not trust. But then again, what choice did he have now? So much for the 'I'm not sitting on the floor' theory. The young Russian just walked towards the couch and slowly sat down. Now was the, 'late' moment, he realized he sat in frond of his former harasser.

'Typical.' He thought with irony.

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After a while they started to resume their drinking. Even though that was nothing Tala was used to. Everyone was heaving their glass, though Tala remained silent and to his own. Not unnoticed. Brooklyn gave the redhead a sideways look and grinned.

"Hey Ivanof, care for a drink?" The orange headed male said already handing over a glass with a strange green substance. The redhead eyed the strange looking glass and then stared back at Brooklyn.

"No thank you. I don't drink." He said in a monotone and rejected the offer. Though, of course, that just wouldn't do!

"Ah! C'mon Tal! Just one drink! I'm sure you'd like it if you only tried. Don't be such a wedding crasher." Michael said enthusiastic. Tala cocked an eyebrow and gave the drink another glance. So much for your own priorities. He took the drink. Everyone was staring at him, and even when you're trying to drink something that can be quite uncomfortable. He brought it to his lips, slowly. He let some enter his mouth and down his gullet. It tasted quite nice, actually. More of the glass followed and very soon, it was empty.

"See? Now that wasn't so bad." Brooklyn said handing the green bottle over to Tala. The redhead took it and saw the rest of the group had switched drinking from a glass on to straight from the bottle. How enlightening.

"Lets do a toast, on.. many more pleasures to come.." Bryan said with a vile glint in his eyes. Though he was behind Tala, and Red didn't see. Though, something 'did' bother him from that statement. Everyone raised their bottle and started to drain its contents down the airway. Foolishly Tala did the same thing, even though he knew he didn't really have a big resistance against alcohol. When it was empty everyone put the bottle back down on the lower table with a bang. Surprisingly, they already reached out for the next bottle. Tala blinked and felt some courage sink down his shoes. What if he ended up drunk here?

Two bottles further. Tala sat against the couch with his back and his head dropped back, his eyes scanning through the room for anything that would keep still in place. Why was the room moving? He felt light headed and his eyes heavy. His palms were sweaty and his face was colder. A slight feeling of nausea roamed around in his stomach.

"Hey Ivanof, you okay?" Garland asked from 'somewhere' behind him. Somehow the voice seemed distant. Tala responded in a groaning 'uhu' and be done with it. The silver haired male smirked, and slightly turned his vision to Bryan. Who looked really.. untrustworthy.

"Hey I got an idea. Lets show our 'Toys' to Ivanof, shall we?" Michael said somehow a little too happy for Tala's sake. Though he was a little off the world to really get any more paranoid over it. Brooklyn gave a smiling nod and bend over the table. Shoving the mysterious silver briefcase towards him. It was locked with a digit code. He entered it, and the two side switches clicked up. The orange hair opened the lid and revealed two smaller bags with green leaves and one bag with a few pills. And six smaller bottles with fluids and six disinfected needles. Tala brought his head back down and tried to get his vision clear again, he succeeded. Then his eyelids widened.

"Drugs?"

And just when the redhead wanted to move he felt someone's arms slip under his own and hold him tightly in place. Tala looked around and saw Bryan's grass green orbs close to his, his facial expression set to trouble.

"I knew it! Let me go!" Tala shouted as he realized he had been right from the beginning, this was a trap after all.

"If you stay still, this won't hurt a bit." Brooklyn said with that child's innocents as he strapped Tala's arm to cut off blood supply and grabbed a needle. Filling it with the liquid from one of the smaller bottles and letting some drip from the tip. Tala's eyed widened and he wanted to scream, but Garland placed his hand in frond of Tala's mouth so that he couldn't. The orange hair injected the needle inside Tala's arm before he could struggle too much and let the liquid run inside his veins. Pulling the needle out again and removing the strap, Bryan let go and Garland backed off.

Tala slowly began to feel weak. He slumped inside a small bundle on the floor and started to feel light. His whole body seemed to float as he began to feel warm inside and everything that was already blurry, seemed to get a life of its own. What was happening? Why did they do this to him?.. The six other man watched the redhead on the floor who was getting drawn in by the drug more and more. Entering the world that wasn't real, even though so many people wished that it was. A world were nothing hurts and everything is unrealistic. Tala began to breath a little heavier and his pupils decreased more and more as the drug started to take affect.

"W..why are you... doing this...to me?" Tala stuttered as his own voice seemed to be so far away. His eyes found the leg of the couch, which seemed to drift away from him. The walls around him seemed to leave him, leave him to drown in space. Leaving him on the floor, feeling warm, feeling the blood rushing through him, the ceiling was gone. He could see stars. So close... was he in space? The moon... so close and beautiful. If he reached out, he was almost sure he could touch it. The redhead rolled onto his back and couldn't feel the floor. Was he flying? Was that a soft spring breeze touching his skin? Tala seemed to forget that he was even in the room with sic other man. Who.. had Tala defenseless lying on the floor, softly mumbling words, with flushed cheeks and released of his will to struggle.

"Because we want to let you experience something you've never had before. We will give you everything we have, everything. All in one night." Bryan said lifting himself up from the couch. Brushing a hand through his hair as he walked towards the briefcase and grabbed the bag with pills. He grabbed six and threw one to each man in the room.

"Starting, now." Everyone took their pill, and swallowed it. Each male gathered around Tala, locking him inside a circle of six which he could not escape from, even if he would be sober now. Tala could feel hands on him, touching him. He could feel his skin getting exposed. His shirt was pulled up above his head, thrown somewhere else. The man towering over him didn't have solid forms. They looked like.. water... or.. light. What did Bryan say just now? Experience? All in one night?.. what did he mean?

Tala suddenly gasped as he felt an unknown sensation on both of his nipples. Warm, something slippery and wet. Soft bites, getting harder. Hands touching his abdomen. His shoes were taken off. Someone pushed him up, and sat behind him for support. He could feel warm air in his neck, waving against the pulse of his blood as if a vampire was about to take him.

"How does the drug feel? You're feeling really light now, do you?" A very familiar voice spoke to him. Tala's dull eyes tried to look, move to the side. He tried to focus, but the voice seemed to echo inside his ears. Getting louder. It hurt his ears.

"My ears.. what's going on.." Tala stuttered, he was confused. Nothing made sense anymore. Brooklyn smirked as he placed a hand on Tala's still covered groin and moved his fingers as if he played a piano. Tala gasped and tried to move, Bryan held him in place. Red started to struggle, his mind was a blur, though he did begin to realize what was happening. These feelings he had... these sensations.

"Do you understand now?" Bryan said slyly as he licked Red's ear and started on nibble it.

"Take it off." Garland said grinning evilly. Apparently he wanted some flesh of his own. The redhead felt his pants get lose, he tried to pull his legs up to keep them on. But they were brutally pulled back, the rest of his clothing left him. He was totally exposed, laying naked inside the hands of six man who were going to abuse his body, polluting him. Suddenly the stars and moon floated away from him, no.. he was falling down. His arm and legs were suddenly constricted in plant tentacles ripping him down to earth. Until he was rammed against a hard surface. His body still stuck inside the green laces. His legs were pulled apart. Exposing his non-erected penis to the group. Bryan let his eyes feast on the images he received.

"Oh my, you aren't even close to being hard. Isn't this exiting enough for you Ivanof? Maybe we should try a little harder." Brooklyn said smirking evilly at his own lover Garland. The orange haired beauty took Tala's cock inside his hand, and slowly started to pull down. Tala almost couched in his erotic torture.

"Ah! Please don't do this! A-ah!" Tala breathed as Brooklyn repeated his actions, gathering blood to Tala's groin. The orange haired male smirked as some kind of evil glint took place inside his pupils.

"Pull his legs up." Bryan said to the two other man Michael took with him. Where was Michael? The two man each took a leg, and raised them up in the air. Pulling them back more towards Tala's head and spreading them so you could see his anal hole clearly. Tala could feel the constriction of the plants tightening around him, licking his body as if he was a sugar cube. He arched his back, pushing his chest up and his head rested inside Bryan's neck when he felt a warmth surround his cock. Sucking him, licking his skin, lips running pass his member up and down as if it was an lollipop. Tala groaned loudly on and on each time Brooklyn sucked his sock. But he really gave a scream when he felt a finger being pushed inside his hole. It moved around inside of him, filling his ass even more when a second finger was injected. His ass was being fingered and his cock was being sucked on, the two man had began to suck onto his nipples again, still holding his legs up. And Bryan was watching it all, how the boy he loved was being raped by four other man.

The silver haired Russian stroke the redhead through his hair, softly grabbing a hold of his cheek and made him turn to him.

"Now that your mouth is still only marked by me.." Bryan began as he claimed Tala's lips inside a heated kiss. Forcing his tongue inside Tala's cavern, mixing his saliva with Red's. The younger Russian felt another finger being forced within his anus and then they started to stretch his tight ring of muscle. Tala screamed inside Bryan's mouth as the sound seemed to fade to being forgotten. Tears formed within Tala's eyes. No.. he promised himself he wouldn't cry... He made an oath to himself that he would never. The fingers were pushed deep within his anal way, brushing slightly pass his prostate. One again Tala screamed inside Bryan's mouth, this time in pleasure and pain. The fingers repeated their actions, going in and out of him wildly, it hurt so bad. Until it stopped, and the mouth was removed from his now hard cock.

Tala tried to retake control over his breathing. Was it over? Garland walked over towards the low table, and with one large sweep of his arm he pushed all the bottles of the table. Tala suddenly felt the green tentacles lift him up from the board and place him onto something colder and on some places wet surface. Garland started to undo his pants as he half lowered them down his legs.

"Wait." Bryan interrupted Garland as he wanted to take a hold of Tala's legs. He looked up with a questioning expression. The older Russian turned back to his Koij and whispered seductively inside his ear.

"I think this is your first time... but I will give you the choice, who is going to be your first?" Bryan had to know, even now if it still mattered. No one touched Tala, they waited, for an answer. Tala was desperate. How did it come to this? He was afraid. Were all those words he said to him before just another lie? He should have known. Tala opened his mouth he needed air, he almost couldn't breath. His chest was tight. He tried to speak, but no sound emerged from his throat. He tried again. And this time succeeded in forming one almost unbearable word.

"Bryan." As soon as he said that, Garland stepped aside. The elder Russian gave Tala a kiss on the cheek but Red turned his head away.

"I might be influenced by the drug right now, but do believe me when I say... I'll never forgive you for this." Bryan gave Tala a look and wanted to caress his face. But the redhead snapped at him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Red said getting angry, the drugs and alcohol reaching their peek. The silver haired Russian closed his eyes and stood up, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. A bulge was clearly visible in his boxers as he lowered those too, revealing his erection in his full pride. Bryan grabbed Tala's legs and lifted them up, spreading them revealing his puckering hole. Bryan positioned himself behind Tala and pushed the head of his cock against Red's anal hole. Tala flinched as he felt something down there. The two man held onto Tala's arms forcing him back down on the table, meanwhile Brooklyn had discarded himself of his own clothes.

The older Russian pushed the tip of his penis inside Tala's anus, breaking through that tight ring of muscles devouring his cock into a heavenly bliss. Tala began to scream in pure agony, but was forced to stop that when a full erected member was showed inside his mouth. Brooklyn had positioned himself above Tala and forced the redhead to suck him, or choke. Garland had moved himself more at Tala's waist and before the orange hair, who placed his lover's cock inside his mouth and began to lick and suck it greedily. Bryan pushed harder, shoving his pole inside Tala's being. Until he was totally seated inside Tala's body, feeling his warmth around his throbbing member. Tala groaned, tried to scream, tried to force sound out of his own throat while each inch of him was being raped. The pain, the humiliation. He tried to scream for Bryan to take it out, it hurt him so much.. but just then he pulled it out all the way 'till the head, and pushed back inside, ripping Tala's skin slowly open. Another scream emerged from Red's throat, almost biting Brooklyn's member. But if he did, he would definitely push deeper inside his throat. His own lips brushing pass Brooklyn's cock like an icecream sweet and wet, he tasted the salt of precome roaming around in his mouth, burning the small cuts in his lips. The saliva started to run down his mouth, until his drool hit the table.

His ass was being raped harder and harder, faster and faster. The pain was driving him insane. Tears filled his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore... all his feeling had secretly had for Bryan. Filled his heart with pain. It tore him. Tears streamed down his face as all he now wanted, was to die. He wanted the pain to leave him. He wanted to have more of those drugs, who made him feel invulnerable. Suddenly he could feel a liquid warmth fill his insides, like an explosion when Bryan rammed inside him far to hard and tore skin. The elder Russian pulled out of his beloved youth and pulled his pants up. Red felt Brooklyn stop moving for a moment as Garland removed himself from the orange haired beauty's mouth and walked behind Tala. Now 'he' grabbed his legs, and rammed his cock inside the redhead with one slam. Tala screamed once again when he was brutally penetrated. Brooklyn started to move again and fell forwards, swallowing Tala's half hard member once again. Tala could see Bryan sit down on the couch in the corner of his eyes. Never had he felt this broken up.

Tears kept on streaming as if they had no limit. All those years he did not cry even once, they all seemed to just pour out of him. His eyes turned numb. The light of life left his eyes. His body was left to be abused. His mind slipped into a coma, an emotionless sleep. Endure the pain. Endure the pain...



Everyone had their way with Tala. Everyone. Except Michael. Who was doing other... things. The last man pulled his penis out of Tala's body, and dropped on the table like a used rag. Everyone was zipped up again and had what they wanted.

"Thanks Bryan, we had a wonderful time." Garland said with a smirk as he grabbed the bag with pill formed drugs and grabbed one for himself and one for Brooklyn.

"We're off again, we still might get something out of the party. Later." The other silver haired male said as he and his lovely orange haired male left the room. Like they just had a thee party, just like it was nothing, they left.

Michael stepped forward out of the dark as he closed his video camera.

"Me too. Thank you for the footage. I'll make sure the boss gets it, and the boy's father will live." The blonde said with a vile grin and gave Tala a glance. The redhead stared numbly at the ceiling as he laid lifeless on the table. Tears streamed silently from his eyes as he didn't seem to even be alive. But he was. A bit of blood dripped down his legs and onto the floor, mixed with the many times someone came inside of him, escaped through his anal hole. Bryan slowly formed his hands into fists, but moved them behind his back so the blonde athlete didn't see. He played his part well.

"You got what you wanted. Now, leave." Bryan said cold and angered. Michael put his camera back inside its protective bag and put it around his shoulder. The blonde walked away from the redhead towards the hall, the elder Russian fallowed him. Michael put his shoes back on and opened the door, but turning to Bryan once more.

"Tell me Bryan, are you in love with this kid?" Bryan almost flinched if he didn’t suppress it at the last moment. He just stared inside the blonde's eyes with fueled hate. Michael closed his eyes and smiled.

"I see. You can't fool me Bryan, I'm a master spy and I know a liar when I see one. I'm only doing what Mr. Balkov told me to, and I.. my dearest Russian, did not touch your beauty. You actually knew he would choose you to be his first, and you made a trade with Mr. Balkov to save Ivanof's father in trade for this tape. How long do you think you can keep this secret? If they don't already know. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. For now." He left.

Bryan stood in frond of a closed door, his head hung down and hair covered his eyes. The TV. and stereo instillation were shut off, and the only sound was that of the party outside still going on. He dug his hand inside his pocket, and held it in frond of his face. His finger slowly opened, and revealed a small blue pill. He hadn't taken the drug, and he hadn't drunk much. He was sober. Slowly he closed his hand again, and turned around. Like a ghost he walked around the corner, forced to see the scene that left his loved one tainted and traumatized forever. Tala could've already sat up, moved, tried to get away or at least say something. But he didn’t. Slowly the older Russian walked over to the uke's abused body. He just stood there, next to the redhead. Watching the tears flow, watching the numb eyes that didn't see and watching that beautiful body that was no longer only touched by him.

Bryan slowly bend, and softly as if he was afraid Tala might break in porcelain bits and pieces, he placed his arms under his legs and torso. Lifting the redhead up bridal style. The silver hair turned and slowly walked towards the bathroom, never leaving Tala's dead looking eyes. Did the ice in his orbs break? melt? It was gone. He opened the door of the shower cabin, and stepped inside. Sitting down on the floor, he switched the water on. Tala didn't react. Let the water clean them, let the water take away all impurities. The liquid drenched them, Bryan's clothes turned soaking wet. From Tala's mouth sperm started to drip from the corners of his lips. Bryan pulled Tala on his lap, and brushed the white seed away from his face. His head fell down inside Tala's neck, his hair fell in his face covering him up.

"Forgive me... please forgive me..." Was all Bryan could master now. He couldn't speak. His voice was stuck in his throat. Water fell down on them like rain from the sky as Bryan started shaking. His hand softly felt through Tala's hair as the other held onto him tightly. Bryan's head turned to the side so one eye was visible...

water streamed down his cheeks.



* Three weeks later * [Head office Biovolt industries]



A dark office room. The size of a large condo living room. A large wooden desk with a flat screen computer. A large black leather chair showing of it belonged to someone with; great status. The outside wall was made of glass so you could watch over the city. Like ants below your feet, this room was one of the highest floors in the skyscraper. Every night, a powerful man.. almost one of the most powerful man in this continent, would watch over the human beings walking below him. Plotting another new plan in increasing his power, plotting another plan in how to break someone's life. Who to get rid of, and who to gain into his organization. But right now... no one was there. Or was it?

The door to this room gave a click, the automatic card lock was opened. There was a pause. Then the door slightly opened, revealing a small ray of light to enter the room. Another pause. The person wasn't sure if the room was empty. After hearing nothing but silence, the door opened more. Enough space for a body to enter. Someone entered, and left the door open with a small gap so it wouldn't lock again behind him. A pair of ice blue eyes scanned the room. It was nighttime. So no one should be around. Even though, there were many people in this building working through the night. Let stand the large amount of night guards. But he had fifteen minutes before the next guard made his next round. The person noticed the computer and ran across the room with a short sprint. Turning the chair and sitting down in it as he turned the computer on. The screen lit up immediately and asked for a password. Of course this man wasn't some amateur, he had done research. His fingers lifted up to the keyboard, his palms were sweaty, and his hearts pounded in his ears as his fingertips started to type a word.

Password: Section-1321184518-B...

And he pressed enter. Access approved. Good evening Mr. Hiwatari. The screen said. A weight was lifted from the man's chest as the computer was loaded. And now it was his time to work his magic. Too long had he suffered under Biovolt industries. Too long had his family suffered. And now that he hadn't heard from his own son in weeks, he had enough. Ice blue orbs scanned pass the screen as he had opened an internal program and he began to code it, crack it. Extracting the files from its safety files and cracking all the passwords. His typing switched over to touch typing, nearly pressing the key's but just enough so he went extremely fast. Almost he come to the main source. The file which contained all kinds of secret passwords, locked away documents that could lead back to the Biovolt industry on terrorism. Photographs, blackmailing objects, original digital keys and the main files that kept Biovolt industries running. Yes it was a highly computerized company. Yes! He made it to the file! Now the only thing he needed to do... was destroy it... He was about to start a program which could delete such highly secured files, but then he saw it. A file with his son's name on it. The black pupils of the man decreased as he brought the mouse on the file. Did he dare to look?

He clicked it open. His eyes widened. So... many... files... It was a file container, revealing all kinds of categories all according to the years his son had lived. His entire life was documented. He opened a year, which revealed all kinds of files. Sound, video, pictures and text documents. But also the anatomy, physical and mental development. The intelligence and change in appearance, his social behavior, his interest and disliking. How was it possible... to put a person in document with so much detail? They knew more about him than... he did.

"Enjoying ourselves aren't we mister Ivanof?" The ice blue eyed male with short black hair shot his eyes up and noticed someone stand next to him. He turned his head but was faced with the back of a gun rammed against his yaw. He was thrown on the ground as his mouth was bleeding heavily. His yaw was broken. The man groaned as he tried to sit up and wiped some blood away from his bruised face. Two man stood in the shadow, but emerged as recognized them both. Sir Hiwatari and... Claude? The raven haired man stared at the younger male with disbelieve displayed in his eyes. Short turquoise hair with peeks sticking out and eyes as sharp as that of a hawk. In his right hand he held the gun upside down so the handle could be used to hit. His eyes were set sharp and undisturbed as they glared down at the raven haired male on the ground. Mr. Ivanof climbed back onto his feet and wiped his cheek once more.

"Claude? What is this... what are you doing?!" But Claude did not respond. The grey haired elder male took a step forward. Sir Doctor Hiwatari, the head manager and foundation of Biovolt industries. All the harm that was ever done to him, or anyone who ever came in contact with the corporation, was caused by this man's orders. And his orders, were law. He shoved his computer screen towards the raven haired male and clicked a file. It was a video... Ivanof looked up out of curiosity and felt his heart sink and his legs turn heavy of what he saw. His son... on a table, surrounded by man, touching him and sexually abusing his body. From what he could see, Tala was scared and somewhat 'off' this world. A tall masculine man with silver hair had just said something to his son, and then shouted to not touch him. After that he moved behind Tala's legs and... Tala's father couldn't bear to see it.

"Did you really think that an ant like you could just break into my office and tear this company down, unnoticed? I'm sorry, but just like I did with your son, and millions of others, I know exactly what they are doing, each moment, of the day. You underestimated me Ivanof, and that will be the last mistake you'll ever make." And with that Claude stepped forward and raised the back of the gun again. Mr. Ivanof backed off because he knew how strong Claude could be. He knew Claude. He thought, he knew him. Why did his friend betray him? Why did they abuse his son? Why didn't they leave them alone? why?!

Claude and him had been friends ever since high school. They had been through so much, and shared so many things. Claude had always been there when he needed it and the other way around. He had even been there when Tala got born... why did his friend betray him. Why? Claude jumped forward and slammed Ivanof against the ground again, kicking him in the stomach with the head of his shoe. He coughed loudly and then received a few hard kicks against the head.

"You monsters! C-Claude! Don't! Help me take Biovolt down, together we can do it!-" He received a smash against the ribs and was sure one broke, it became harder to breath.

"Do you really think you can stop them so easily? They'd go after the rest of our families and friends and torture them because of us. Do you really think you can stop a world wide organization by just destroying one computer mainframe? They've got back-up files, reserve generators anything to keep it running. I'm sorry, this isn't personal, but I'm doing my and you family a favor." The turquoise haired male lifted the gun up once more as Ivanof watched the blow come.

'How could you betray me like this? Tala... I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.'



* Two days later * [Tala's room]



It had been three weeks and two days since Tala's life had seemed meaningless. Three weeks and two days of his continues hell. Those days crept by, with only thoughts of that particular night still staining his mind and skin. He didn't even leave his room that entire time. He refused to go to his normal lessons, and he refused to go outside for any reason at all. He had turned himself in sick everyday for the last three weeks, and since the last week he received notes according his class absence. He couldn’t stay away any longer, or he would be kicked out of college. But there was no way he still wanted to be in that band group. Not after what they did to him... His mind wondered off again, his stomach turned and he jumped up from the couch. Stumbling over to the bathroom and emptying his already empty stomach in the toilet. Each time visions of his rape returned, he got sick. It was hard to remember how it looked like, the drug had changed most of the actual view. But he did know everything that was said, at least, the beginning. At some point he felt dead inside, only to wake up somewhere in his own bed.

His body had hurted two entire weeks full, not being able to walk, and not being able to go to the restroom. And when he really did need to go, he actually had to stay there for over an hour, and reopen his freshly closed wounds again. It slowed down the healing process, and therefore Tala stopped eating. He hadn't eaten for nine days. And Tala was ghostly thin. His ribs stood out and his cheekbones were terribly visible. His muscle tissue had started to degree and his energy wasn't even there anymore, giving him only one option and that was to sleep all day.

He had received calls from some people he knew in the school, and of course Kai. Who tried to call him everyday once. Even though Tala never picked up. Kai had come over too, but Tala didn't open up. He felt horrible that he left his friend in the dark like that... but he didn't want to be around people now. Not in this condition. His trust in people had been completely shattered. Tala lifted his head out of the toiled and slowly wiped his mouth clean, his eyes had remained lifeless and dull ever since that night. Like everything that once filled him with life, had been drained right out of him when his first tears started to fall. Together with everything he once loved and dreamt about, Now, his only thoughts revolved around how he could sooth his pain. How he could stop the endless repeating of the abuse in his mind.



As Tala wiped his mouth clean, his eyes came across his in bandage concealed underarm and wrist. He closed his eyes and turned into himself. He had even started self injury. How low could he sink? How bad could his body be mutilated? Ironic, how everything seemed to go downwards so fast. He didn't hear anything from the demolition group either. Though, he did get a notice from Ronin. Revolving his 'illness'. Tala stood up using the toiled at leverage. His numb legs guided him back into the bedroom as he fell down in his bundle of blankets. Even walking such a short distance made him feel extremely tired. Tala sighed as he let his eyes roll to the side towards his nightstand, he slowly grabbed his phone into a weak grip. He shoved the top up, curious if he had any missed calls when he was asleep on the couch this afternoon.

14:23 Kai [missed call]

15:05 Kai [missed call]

15:31 Kai [missed call]

16:11 Kai [missed call]

16:30 Kai message

Tala suddenly felt his heart jump slightly, Kai never called him this much. Something was wrong. One message? The redhead opened the text, it read;

Tala pick up damn it! Your father is hospitalized. There has been a fight on his work and he is in a critical condition! The college has been notified today but aren't able to reach you. Tala, what's wrong with you?! Kai.

Tala could feel the walls around him turn distant, his pupils decreased.

'Father?' Tala thought neurotic. As his hand with the phone fell to the side his eyes filled with fear. The one who always caught him, the one who kept on fighting for him and his mother. The one who kept on pushing him to go on, he... his father. Memories returned him of his mother. That night he had seen his mother get abused. Mixed with images of his own torture. He crumbled together in a ball as his body started to shake with fear. His arms clung around himself as he entered a state of shock.

"Father... not you too... father...No..." He felt his insides turn again, he quickly brought his head over the end of his bed and puked some water out. The only thing that was still inside of him. His fist clung into the sheets. His anger, boiled up. His hate... filling him. So much hate... so much disgust.

His head turned up as one eyes broke through the locks of red strands. The life had returned, hate filled his entire being. Tala climbed over the bed, and opened his closet. He put on a simple sweater and some jeans. Putting on his shoes he put his phone inside his pocket. Stumbling over to the kitchen he opened the cupboard in search of some food. He found some fruits as he grabbed an apple and bite of a piece. Chewing it as if he wanted to bite through flesh. The apple lowered through his gulled, and immediately he felt like he was going to be sick again. His body was refusing solid foods after so long. But he had to force it down, or else he would be able to stand. He opened a package of juice and swallowed it. Taking another apple with him he turned back to the hallway, grabbing his keys and coat. He threw the door open and slammed it shut behind him, a picture frame fell of the wall and on the ground. The glass broke.

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Tala had managed somehow to leave the building unseen. He clung on a tree as he headed for the garage. His motorcycle was there, he needed to see his father. He needed to know if he was alright! The redhead breathed heavily as his behind hurt badly. Though, he would bear it for his father's sake. He began to walk again, no time for rest. But then...

"Tala? What are you doing here mate? You look really sick." Tala didn't dare to look. That voice. His courage disappeared again. His ice blue eyes slowly moved to the side as he saw the blonde haired athlete. Tala panicked as he backed off and stumbled on the ground.

"Get away from me! Don't get near me!"

"Tala calm down, what's wrong?" The blonde said with an ignorant voice. Tala stared at him with fear, his eyes like they'd just seen death it self. Michael blinked as he rubbed his head, a thought shot him.

"I just heard about your father. I'm really sorry about that. But if you want to know who did it to your father... I know the person and location." Suddenly Tala felt his mind go berserk. He jumped back up and with all the strength he could still master, he lashed out and hit Michael square between the eyes. Though it didn't really hurt the athlete, he could feel how weak Tala was. Foolish child. The redhead grabbed the blonde's shirt at his collar and half choked him.

"Tell me!! Tell me!! I'll kill him! I'll fucking murder him!" The redhead screamed with insanity roaring inside his eyes. Michael found it interesting though.

"Fine. BV Industries. You know were your father works? Ask for a man named... Mr. Balkov Boris." Tala pushed the blonde off of him and ran away inside the campus trees, heading for the garage. The blonde watched him as he disappeared out of sight. Though a small grin formed on the corners of his lips as his hand dug inside his pocket, and revealed a cell phone.



* Two hours later * [BV industries, Hiwatari's office.]



Tala had reached the building, and was now standing in the elevator with an security guard. He gripped onto the sleeve of his sweater to suppress his boiling rage. Of course he wouldn't be able to just walk inside this building. Though because he was an Ivanof they called Balkov to ask if he could go through, and surprisingly, he could. But Tala didn't care. He needed to see that bastard. He needed to see the cold blooded killer who murdered his father. To stare into his eyes and tell him he would do the same thing. Oh how he longed for that now... The elevator stopped and the door opened up. They walked on inside a long hallway, all the way at the end there was a big dark oak wooden door with an eye-catching cardkey lock. Though there was no nametag whatsoever. The guard knocked on the door and waited. Tala felt nervous, and didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stand on his legs. The door opened. And the guard didn't do anything, so that meant Tala had to go inside alone.

He closed the door behind him as he faced a man with short purple hair and a long army green French coat. His fingertips touched each other in frond of his face and his eyes stared over them inside Tala's raging icy orbs. Silence filled the room. Until Tala couldn't take it anymore.

"You fucking bastard! What the FUCK have you done to my father?! You fucking murderer! You killed him!!" Though Boris's behavior didn't seem to change, not even flinch.

"Mister Ivanof, who ever said he was dead?" Tala was taken back in his tracks. That's right.. Kai said his father had been hospitalized. But Michael said he was sorry for his loss, Tala thought there had been some new news that Kai couldn't tell him through phone. Disbelieve was displayed inside his cold blue eyes. Tough, Boris snickered because of it.

"You know he is only alive because Bryan made a trade with us." Tala's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Bryan's name. He needed to breath, he couldn't lose himself by just hearing the name.

"A... trade?" Red uttered as he felt his forehead become sweaty, as so did his palms. Boris grinned, his eyes... the eyes of an evil man. Insane. He turned his computer screen, Tala's eyes widened as if you would pop out of his sockets and his mouth slightly opened. Was the air around him gone? He couldn't breath. The screen was playing a movie file, of him... that night. He brought a hand to his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting the apple he just ate.

"This tape in trade of keeping your father alive. You are a part of this organization as of today. You do as we tell you to do, or we will spread this tape world wide. Show it on every television channel there is all at once. Or we will still murder your father, did I mention he has slipped into a coma? And what about your mother? Should I rape her again? Do you want to watch again? In those silk black pajama's kneeled down at the door. Did you think I did not know? And don't think any of your friends are safe. Kai? He is our next plan. And to mention Bryan did this all to save your father, but in the process he killed you. Didn't he? Did it feel good to be fucked by five man at once? Did it feel good that even at that time Bryan wanted to be your first? I feel sorry for the man, that he fell in love with an inexperienced tainted low life in denial like you." Tala breathed heavily as he could feel his eyes burn, his heart aching. He wanted to rip it out of his chest with his nails alone.

"He does not love me. He fed me drugs, made me drunk, fucked up my mind, harassed me, raped me... he completely destroyed me!" Tala fell to his knees as his hands wrapped inside his hair. He was feeling a breakdown. He wanted to hurt himself, he needed to open his skin. He needed to bleed himself. He needed pain!
"I was insecure! How could I tell myself I was in love with a selfish sick bastard like him?! He raped me. They raped me! Bryan plays sick games with my mind!!" The redhead rammed his fists on the floor.

"He's the angel of death, killing me with each blissful touch. Feeding me life with each poisoning breath of death. He can speak of love in hate in one breath. Make me hate him to death and the make me fall in love with him again the next. I don't want to be always thinking of him...!! He betrayed me... he betrayed me." His fists crumbled down to the weak as he pushed himself back on his legs. His head hanging down like a numb limb.

"But... he did it to safe my father. And if my father died, I'd die too. I came here to get revenge. And I still am!!" Tala screamed as he fell forward and dashed towards Boris. Arm outstretched to grab his throat, to dig his nails into his veins and make him bleed.

But suddenly someone appeared in the corner of his eyes, a man with turquoise colored hair and eyes sharp as a hawk. His arm risen and a gun aimed for him. Boris smirked.
"Though, it was to save your father and not you. And on betrayal lays the punishment of death. And your dad was an exception, but since you work here too.. your time is up." Claude set the gun at sharp and loaded as he aimed. Tala's eyes widened.



Bang... Silence. Someone coughed, breathing became heavy and the room a blur. The life was fading him as his skin became cold. A life passed before his eyes as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He lifted his hand and touched the blood at his mouth. A body fell to the floor and hit the ground with a smack. All eyes were on Claude's lifeless body and then turned back around facing the door.



"Bryan?"

The redhead stared at the silver haired Russian at the door, he held up a black 9mm gun that was still aimed in Claude's direction. Slowly, he lowered it. His eyes brushed pass Tala's, but he couldn't bear to look are him. Tala didn't know what to do... Bryan had just saved his life, a life he had destroyed with his own hands. His angel of death had come...

"Br-" Tala began but was forced to swallow his words when Bryan suddenly embraced him, and turned them around, switching places as another gunshot was fired. Tala had his eyes shut, suddenly realized he was being touched, he froze and stared to shake slightly in result of a trauma. He could feel Bryan lower through his legs. Why did he get on his knees? The redhead slowly opened his eyes to see Boris standing behind the desk holding an 8mm handgun. Tala's eyes turned down as he saw Bryan was bleeding from below the shoulder blade. Boris narrowed his eyes.

"It seems someone else took the punishment for you. You better go Ivanof, I warned the federals and they should be here any moment to take that man in. If he lasts that long that is. I advise you run in you don't want to join him. I'll contact with you shortly. Goodbye mister Ivanof. Oh and by the way, you look so much like your mother. Except your eyes, you have your father's eyes."

Tala's eyes were set to panic. What should he do?! He couldn't leave Bryan like this?! The elder Russian moved his head up and stared up inside Tala's eyes. It took a moment before he said anything.

"Tala, please do me two favors before you go... Kiss... and forgive me?" Bryan uttered as a small trail of red liquid left his lips. Never had Tala seen him this desperate and weak... or... did he? Visions of a shower entered his mind, but they were only vague. This man killed another human for him, caught a bulled, and risked his life for him. What was he going to do? He didn't know if Bryan was going to live for much longer, he didn't know how severe the wound was. Was it true? Was Bryan really in love with him? And did he do all of this just trying to help Tala instead? If he left now, the police would get to him, and he would be sentenced for jail. The punishment was most likely to be a life sentence or death penalty! None the less... he would probably never see Bryan again outside prison bars... Was he going to let Bryan go with his love never answered? With his conscious filled with guilt?

Tala stroke away a few strands of hair away from Bryan's face as he moved them so Tala would hold the elder Russian. He brought his own red hair behind his ear as he closed in on the silver haired male... and softly kissed his metallic tasting lips. Softly deepening the kiss like the touch of an angel. The taste of death mingled with their love. They closed their eyes as this was their last moment.

"I forgive you."





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DONE!!!
Holy hell this took AAAAAGESS!!!! I can't believe I finally finished this chapter. Crapness XD just to clear out the blurry parts. You can't trust Michael. Bryan isn't a bad master mind after all. The gangbang only did as Bryan asked them to do. Tala's father is in a coma. His mom is still okay. Bryan didn't die. But he did get into jail. Tala accepted Bryan's love. But kept on using drugs as a result of his emotional pain. The band kept on existing, because Biovolt ordered them to do so.
If you don't understand the title: Red history Black future.
It's about Tala's past, and who could be the future? Hm.. I wonder.

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