Emotionless Tomorrows

Author’s Note: This story is like the continuation of my sister’s story on fanfiction.net called Points Of Authority, which was really an abuse song fic for a take on a Kai/Tyson relationship. (Her pen name is Nakoruru1 in case anyone wants to check out the story, which is like the prologue to this one.) In addition, this story eventually becomes a Tala/Tyson story…if Kai doesn’t kill Tyson first. ^__^ Enjoy my twisted mind. I don\'t own anyone involved in the story except for Kai\'s household help so enjoy.

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Tyson slumped against the wall Kai had forcibly shoved him into. Blood trickled down his face into his eyes burning them from the blow had had so \"lovingly\" dealt him. Tyson blinked several times, trying to clear his sight of the blood. The young man kept his head low, hoping that he could avoid looking into the furious auburn eyes. He knew what would happen if he lifted his face up to face the storm. Tyson just hoped that sooner or later, Kai would get tired of beating him and just go back to bed. Leaving the young man to collect the little shards of his life that continued to fall out of place.

n con could hear Kai close the short length between them. \"Stand up, Tyson!\" Kai barked, his fury seeming to vibrate the walls around them. Knowing that he would get worst if he didn\'t obey, the young man makes the effort to stand, but everything ached so much. New bruises graced his back and legs from the repeated kicks Kai had decided to inflict. His old bruises had just begun to heal, but now they throbbed too, making such a simple task impossible. Kai impatiently growled as he watched Tyson struggle. \"Tyson!\"

\"I can\'t,\" Tyson whimpered against his will. A sob clenched his throat, threatening to break at any time. Tears stirred, stinging his eyes along with the blood. \"I can\'t Kai, please...\"

The male with dual hair yanked the cowering male from against the wall. With a sharp yank, Tyson was pulled to his feet. Auburn eyes flared with rage and impatience towards his supposed lover. \"You tried to leave me again. You little bastard! You have some nerve.\" The disgusted tone in Kai\'s voice told Tyson he wasn\'t about to have such an easy time tonight. If anything, his body would gain even more new bruises to go along with the old ones.

Tyson was unprepared when a fist caught him in the stomach, causing him to gasp at the pain. Tears streaked his cheeks as another blow struck him square in the chest, slamming him back into the wall. His head snapped against the cold wall, the taste of blood filling the back of his mouth.

Tyson wanted to fight back, but he knew that Kai was ten times stronger than him, and would break him like a twig. All those years at the abbey hardened him, all those beatings he took from his grandfather allowed it. Tyson had to face it there was nothing he could do. It was just a matter of time one day when Kai wouldn\'t stop beating him. That the dual haired male would continue until everyone found him laying in a body bag dead.

Tyson flinched as the fist struck him directly in the face. A yelp of pain escaped Tyson\'s mouth, feeling the pain splinter throughout his face. Blood gushed from his nose, the main object of Kai\'s assault. The force of the blow had been enough to kill luckily it would only bleed and not be broken. He had his nose broken by one of Kai\'s fists before. It was once when Kai had come home from doing something and just lashed out at Tyson without mercy, leaving the younger on the floor holding his face.

Realizing what he just did once he was finished, Kai had called the younger a private doctor to care for the male. The doctor had given Tyson a sympathetic stare, quietly taking care of the black eye, split lip, and broken nose. Kai had told the others that Tyson had come down with a very bad cold until everything simmered.

The lies were killing the blue haired blader more than any assault his so called lover gave him. Each time a lie was told to the others, was a moment his soul darkened to the point of no return. No one knew the truth anymore. If they did, Kai would be in a mental institution getting help for his repressed anger from all the years that his grandfather and Boris used him. Or maybe telling them would arrive Tyson sooner into a body bag than he wanted.

The sharp, metallic taste of blood danced on Tyson\'s tongue as Kai yanked him up again. Harshly gripping Tyson\'s face in his hand, Kai made him stare into the hellish stones he called eyes. A sneer curled Kai\'s lips back, showing the white of his teeth. Tyson wanted to cower away from that stare, but his body allowed him no such function.

\"You actually thought you could hide the gun from me? You thought I wouldn\'t find it? You thought you would use it on me before you off yourself, huh? Lost the balls to do it, Tyson,\" Kai snarled at the younger.

Tyson blinked back the tears in his eyes, shaking his head, despite the death grip Kai had on his jaw. \"I-I\" His feeble attempt to reply cost him a hard slap across the face.

\"Shut the fuck up! You ungrateful little bastard!\" Kai roared. His eyes darkened drastically as he grabbed Tyson by the arm. \"I guess I\'ll just have to teach you a lesson.\" Yanking the blue haired male from against the wall, Kai half pulled, half led Tyson to the bed. \"I never had to show you a damn thing. I was doing you a favor. Who would have loved a worthless piece of trash like you if I hadn\'t? Tell me that!\"

\"Kai-\" Tyson\'s voice cracked as Kai flung him face first onto the bed, Tyson dared not move, breath, or speak again. He probably couldn\'t have moved if he wanted to.

Fear overlapped the taste of blood in his mouth, spreading through every sore limb, paralyzing his every movement. Squeezing his eyes shut, Tyson heard the distinct shift of clothing, knowing what was to come next. He hardly flinched when Kai\'s weight was felt on the bed, a rough hand yanking at the piece of cloth that clothed him. Tyson heard the elastic of the boxers snap the material pulled away exposing him to Kai.

He held back the whimper surfacing. He had cried so much already. Amazing, he could still cry. After three years of abuse, he would have thought the tears would dry up. Each time he thought there was nothing left, there was still more. Like he continued to hit some secret well of tears buried deep inside of him.

*Lord, please help me I need you so much. Please...* Tyson prayed silently. Maybe someone above would actually care to hear his feeble pleas and intervene. Or maybe they grew tired of his whining and stopped listening. Did he ask for too much in the world? Did he really deserve this for some wrong he has done in the past? Maybe loving Kai in the first place was a sin and this was the ultimate punishment for leaving bettnougnough alone.

Tyson\'s whole body tensed as Kai pulled him up pushed his way into Tyson\'s body without so much as preparing him. As much as it hurt, he wouldn\'t let Kai know. That would give him more incentive to hold onto his anger and make this punishment longer. Kai forcefully thrust into Tyson, watching as Tyson buried his face into the cover. His lover tensed, trying not to whimper, trying to hold everything in. A smirk rose to Kai\'s face, running cold fingers up the length of Tyson\'s covered back.

\"Don\'t you want to respond to me Tyson?\" Kai asked harshly. Kai slowed his pace only by a fraction before slamming up into Tyson. The motion tore a cry from the Tyson\'s throat, followed by a sob. Kai smiled triumphantly at hearing his lover\'s surrender. \"I thought you wanted this Tyson, I thought you loved it when I did this? What\'s wrong? Can\'t take it anymore?\"

Again, Kai made another quick, forcible thrust, gaining him another cry of pain. Burying his face deeper into the bed, Tyson let out ragged sobs, knowing that this was exactly what Kai wanted. But what was he suppose to do? There were no options left that remained open. Long ago he could have left, but he chose to stay, now that door was sealed shut, never to open again, unless by his own death.

Tyson was suddenly surprised when Kai withdrew himself. Tyson could feel something seeping from him, something he suspected to be blood. There was no way Kai would be done with him that quick. Reaching his hand back, he touched the substance running in little rivets down his inner thighs. Lifting his face up, he brought his hand into sight, seeing the crimson liquid on his fingertips. Dread filled the young man to the pit of his stomach this only meant that Kai wasn\'t through with him yet.

\"Tyson, get up and turn around.\" Kai\'s voice held every note that if he didn\'t cooperate, his punishment would be more severe than just this. Tyson slowly got up, turning to face Kai with a little bit of difficulty.

When he faced Kai, he found the male sitting on the bed waiting for him. The male sat with his legs wide open, stroking his erection, which glistened with Tyson\'s blood, waiting with lust filled eyes. The apathetic look within those hellish eyes left no room to hesitate. He knew what Kai wanted without the male having to say it. Crawling over to where the male waited, Tyson opened his mouth as Kai pushed his head down over his erection.

Tyson eased the muscles in his throat, which allowed him to deep throat Kai. Tyson could taste the blood, his blood, as he ran his tongue up and down the full length, which continued to be thrust deep into his mouth. Kai groaned as Tyson sucked as hard as he could, hoping this little game would end soon. Tyson hoped Kai would come and leave him alone. Above him, Kai groaned again, muttering almost incoherently about how much he loved Tyson. In the back of his mind, laughter echoed through his mind, mocking Tyson with those words.

Love?

This was not love not anymore at least. Once it had been, back when they first met and Kai first opened up to him. Showed him a smile that could have brightened Tyson\'s spirits each time he saw it. Back when Kai apologized for yelling at him, or accidentally hitting him, maybe it was still love. When the fists came without apologizes, or apologizes that things hadn\'t been worst, that was the line where love had left. The first rape gave every indication where love was then. Died in the fury of a young man who lashed out from his grandfather\'s death, as if a trigger had been pulled to switch everything around.

Tyson waited now, for a chance to be somewhere else. Away from the pain, emptiness, abuse, rape, and sorrow of waking up each day never knowing when Kai would explode. Continuing an almost daily cycle of reoccurring events. There was no place to escape to, except for death. An option he tried time and time again only to be yanked back by some force not ready to allow him peace yet.

Tyson felt Kai thrust again, the grip on the back of his head, tightening. He knew Kai was about ready. All he had to do was continue sucking. A moment later, Kai gave a long, low grunt as he thrust deeper, his seed spilling into Tyson\'s mouth.

The bitter taste mixed with the metallic flavor of the blood and saliva, turning the blue haired male\'s stomach as he was made to swallow. Tyson didn\'t stop sucking until the grip on his head was loosened and Kai was finally spent. Once done, Kai pushed Tyson from him, climbing off the bed and gathering his clothing from the floor. With a slight look over Tyson, Kai turned from the male.

\"Make sure you clean up the mess you made,\" Kai remarked disgustingly.

With that, the older male left the room. The blue haired male sat on the bed until another sob shook his entire body. Wrapping his arms around his halfway naked, bloody, bruised body, Tyson collapsed into a state of complete breakdown. Curling up into a tight ball in the center of the bed, he let go again. When was it going to end? When was he finally going to be set free? Why did this keep happening to him? Why?

{To be continued...}