For love
Title: For love
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: NC-17
Length: OS
Genre: Au, drama, angst, romance
Summary: Aiba, an 18 years old boy, runs away from his violent stepfather. A tragic ending seems predicted for him and hope, a far memory until one day, Aiba moves in Tokyo and meets Sho in a station. Maybe hope isn't completely lost and this man is the only one able to save him.
Disclaimer: Based on a French song, Par amour. I changed the lyrics a bit because the song talks about a girl and a boy, so here, it will talk about two boys obviously xD
Warning: There is some violence, if you don't like, don't read ^^
Ah, and if I can give you an advice, read the lyrics with the story as it's based on it xD
Aiba gasped when the teacher held him out his note mark. 90/100. He had failed. He hadn't managed to have 100 points or at least, 98 and this bad note mark meant a really painful thing.
"Good work, Aiba-kun, you did great again." The teacher smiled.
"Sensei, can't I re-take the test?" Aiba asked when the students left the classroom.
"Why? 90 is a very good note." The teacher blinked.
"I... No... It's bad... I can't bring a bad note mark like this one to my stepfather." Aiba bit his lip.
"Aiba-kun, is there a problem with your stepfather?" The head teacher frowned.
"No. Not at all, he will just scowl me because I didn't manage to have 100 points and will say I'm a complete baka." Aiba laughed nervously.
"Are you sure? If you have a problem you can tell me, I'll help you." The teacher said with a worried voice.
"Y-es. Sorry for disturbing you. See you tomorrow, sensei." Without waiting for an answer, Aiba ran out of the classroom. He had to hope his stepfather wouldn't ask for his result.
Aiba opened the door as discretely as possible. Maybe his stepfather won't be here. Taking a melon pan in the kitchen, the young boy climbed the stairs when a cold voice made him freeze.
"Masaki, is it you?"
"Ha-i." Aiba started to shake in fear and taking all his courage, walked toward the living room where his stepfather was reading the newspapers.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry, father, I talked with my teacher."
"Did he give you your science note mark?"
"I... No." Aiba lied. Daichi raised his cold eyes and held out his hand.
"Your bag."
No need to disobey or it would be worse. Aiba held out his bag with shaking hands and Daichi grabbed it to inspect it. The cold man found the exam and frowned.
"So, you lie to me and you are so stupid that you brought a 90/100?!"
"I can explain... I was sick this day and..."
"You're just a shit!" Daichi stoop up with an angry face. Aiba moved back, scared and knowing what was going to happen. "On your knees."
"Please, I promise I'll do better next time! I'll bring a 100/100! Please!" Aiba implored when the man took the belt.
"Then, today's lesson will help you not to forget to do it." Daichi smirked and raised his arm. Aiba gasped in pain when the belt hit his back roughly. "Take your shirt off!" Crying silently, Aiba obeyed and lowered his head, waiting for the next hit. It came quickly, leaving him out of breath, blood starting to roll down his back. After what felt like an eternity, Daichi stopped and sat down on the sofa. "Make the dinner, your mother will come back tomorrow."
"Hai, sir." Aiba stood up, barely standing on his shaking legs.
Everyday was the same song. His stepfather would beat him with his belt or would punch him when his back was too cut. Big bruises could be seen on Masaki's body and deep cuts on his back. It hurt like hell but Aiba was used to it now. He just prayed not to die under this bastard's hits.
His mother was never at home, working late and when she came back, Daichi made sure she wouldn't see anything. He had even told her one day that Aiba was being bullied because she had seen a deep black bruise on her son's arm. Masaki could have told her everything but he knew they would end in the street if she left Daichi. Her work as cashier in a konbini didn't pay enough to let them live by themselves. So, as Daichi had money, Aiba stayed silent. Why does his father had to die? Why does his mother had to meet this bastard?
After cleaning the new cuts on his back, Aiba started to prepare the dinner, his mind thinking about other things not to burst into tears. The young boy made everything in an hour and brought a trail to his stepfather but as he was reaching him, his foot hit a chair and Aiba fell on the ground, the miso soup drenching Daichi's shirt.
"Moron!!!! It burns!!!" Daichi screamed.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident!!" Aiba knelt down.
"You're going to pay, little shit!" Daichi raised Aiba by his collar and threw him on the sofa with scaring eyes.
"Please!!!" Aiba implored.
"You're lucky your mother didn't satisfy me for one week as she works too late." Daichi smiled evily while opening his pants. Aiba's eyes widened in fear. "Suck me." Daichi ordered, lowering his boxer to show a disgusting hard length.
"No." Aiba snapped. Daichi's eyes threw flashes and the man grabbed Aiba by the hair.
"Suck me or I swear your lovely mother will pay for you." Daichi smirked.
Crying, Aiba opened his mouth, trying to think about something else not to break down right now.
It was horrible. Disgusting. The hell on earth. Daichi's cum filled Aiba's mouth, making him gag in disgust. But when the boy thought it was over, Daichi pushed him on the sofa.
"Now, I'm going to test your pretty little butt. You're still a virgin, ne? Answer!!!" Daichi hit Aiba.
"Y-es." Aiba sobbed.
"Perfect. You will be even tighter. Can't wait to be inside you, babe." Daichi laughed while entering Aiba who screamed in pain.
Aiba curled in a ball, crying silently. It was an hour ago that Daichi had raped him and left him alone on the ground. The young boy had cried even more at the sight of the blood on his thighs. It hurt even more than the hits.
You ran away
You said hello to the storm, baby
You were this boy in Wonderland
You opened up your heart for him
Instead of cutting your veins
"He is going to kill me." Aiba whispered in a broken voice. Standing up with difficulty, Aiba joined his bedroom and prepared a bag, trying not to faint at the pain in his lower back. Ten minutes later, the boy stole some money in Daichi's wallet and ran away from this hell.
You saw in him
What only you could understand
You were small
He was tall
He was tender
I know
And why would you justify yourself
Love can't be explained
Neither the blood we will find at your place
For love, for love
It's all you could say
For love, for love
Nothing is impossible
For love, for love
It's all you could say
For love, for love
For all these people who live for love…
Aiba opened his eyes when the voice announced the station. His body hurt like hell and his lip was cut because of Daichi's punch. The young boy left the train and looked around him with lost eyes. He had never been in Tokyo before and even if he had stolen some money to the bastard, he wouldn't be able to live with it too long. Shivering, the young boy walked around but bumped into someone and fell on the ground with a little scream of pain.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
Aiba raised his eyes and gasped. In front of him was standing the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Short black hair, a warm smile and very well-built body that a top tank hid badly.
"Are you okay?" The man repeated with worried eyes.
"Y-es. Sorry..." Aiba said with a shaking voice.
"What happened to you?" The man knelt down.
"I... I ran away from my house... I... Do you know where I can find a hotel?"
"I see." Sho raised his hand slowly to brush Aiba's bruised lip. "You're so beautiful."
Instead of freaking out like any normal person would have done, Aiba smiled softly.
"Thank you."
"Come with me. I'm Sakurai Sho." The man grinned and held out his hand that Aiba took. This man was maybe a pedophile or a killer but strangely, Aiba trusted him and his so kind eyes.
Baby, you debarked alone on a station platform
You came from here, there
And you went nowhere
You had big blue tired eyes
It was maybe the reason of your start
Who knows?
He saw you were fragile, you were in the shit
He told you "You're so beautiful, come with me, baby"
In this moment he became your mentor
People where wrong
Hope still exists, you know
Your innocence pierced his heart
You were his evidence
He was your soul mate
I know
"What happened to you?" Sho asked while cleaning Aiba's cuts. The young boy had followed him in a big apartment and Sho had let him take a shower before making him sit to clean the cuts on his face.
"I ran away."
"I've seen that." Sho chuckled. "But why? Are you like all these teenagers who run away because their parents didn't buy them what they wanted?"
"Do you think it's that?" Aiba raised his eyes, his doe-like look diving in Sho's.
"I don't think so." Sho shook his head. "You look brave and smart. And these cuts... Did you meet a yankee in the street?"
"I lived with a yankee." Aiba joked sadly.
"Eh?" Aiba turned around and lowered the shirt Sho had given him. "God!" Sho's eyes widened.
"My stepfather is the reason. I ran away before he could kill me."
"Masaki..." Aiba shivered at the way Sho whispered his name. It was soft and full of sadness. The older brushed the wounds on Aiba's back before hugging him from behind. "You're safe now. Nobody will ever hurt you again."
"Sho-chan..." Aiba started to sob and let the older wrap him in his arms. It felt so natural, so perfect, as if Sho and he were meant to meet and be together. In his arms, he felt safe and loved even if they knew each other since some hours. It was like an evidence. As if fate had created them to be together. Aiba raised his crying face to look at Sho who put his hand on the younger's cheek.
"I was waiting for you since I'm born." Sho whispered before bringing their lips in a deep kiss. Aiba's heart almost stopped, an amazing wave of warmth invading his body. It was like a spell, as if Sho was the person meant to save him and give him a life. When the kiss stopped, leaving them both out of breath, Sho smiled softly and lifted Aiba in his arms to lay him on the bed. After cleaning all the wounds on his back, the older pulled him in a hug and Aiba closed his eyes happily, hope coming back in his life for the first time in five years.
Sho was the heir of Sakurai's company, hold by his father. The 25 years old boy refused to take the company back, wanting to draw his own path. He wanted to become a musician, something very different from what his father wanted and that's why a cold war was existing for several years between the boy and his father. Sho had lots of friends as he was starting to be a bit famous but had always felt very lonely. There was nobody in his life, nobody he could share his bed with, nobody he could hug and talk to when he came back home. So, he was throwing his loneliness in his music, composing and playing to exist somewhere on this earth. And was also taking some drugs to forget this painful reality.
But the previous night was going to change his life. When he had bumped into Masaki, the musician's heart had almost stopped. Masaki's eyes were full of sadness and wounds that none teenagers should have seen at this phase of their life. In one look, Sho had understood fate had brought him Masaki not to live in this painful loneliness. He had to help this young boy. Masaki was the one he was waiting for. He was his evidence.
Aiba opened his eyes to meet Sho's looking at him with a soft smile.
"How do you feel?"
"Better, thank you."
PART 2
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: NC-17
Length: OS
Genre: Au, drama, angst, romance
Summary: Aiba, an 18 years old boy, runs away from his violent stepfather. A tragic ending seems predicted for him and hope, a far memory until one day, Aiba moves in Tokyo and meets Sho in a station. Maybe hope isn't completely lost and this man is the only one able to save him.
Disclaimer: Based on a French song, Par amour. I changed the lyrics a bit because the song talks about a girl and a boy, so here, it will talk about two boys obviously xD
Warning: There is some violence, if you don't like, don't read ^^
Ah, and if I can give you an advice, read the lyrics with the story as it's based on it xD
Aiba gasped when the teacher held him out his note mark. 90/100. He had failed. He hadn't managed to have 100 points or at least, 98 and this bad note mark meant a really painful thing.
"Good work, Aiba-kun, you did great again." The teacher smiled.
"Sensei, can't I re-take the test?" Aiba asked when the students left the classroom.
"Why? 90 is a very good note." The teacher blinked.
"I... No... It's bad... I can't bring a bad note mark like this one to my stepfather." Aiba bit his lip.
"Aiba-kun, is there a problem with your stepfather?" The head teacher frowned.
"No. Not at all, he will just scowl me because I didn't manage to have 100 points and will say I'm a complete baka." Aiba laughed nervously.
"Are you sure? If you have a problem you can tell me, I'll help you." The teacher said with a worried voice.
"Y-es. Sorry for disturbing you. See you tomorrow, sensei." Without waiting for an answer, Aiba ran out of the classroom. He had to hope his stepfather wouldn't ask for his result.
Aiba opened the door as discretely as possible. Maybe his stepfather won't be here. Taking a melon pan in the kitchen, the young boy climbed the stairs when a cold voice made him freeze.
"Masaki, is it you?"
"Ha-i." Aiba started to shake in fear and taking all his courage, walked toward the living room where his stepfather was reading the newspapers.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry, father, I talked with my teacher."
"Did he give you your science note mark?"
"I... No." Aiba lied. Daichi raised his cold eyes and held out his hand.
"Your bag."
No need to disobey or it would be worse. Aiba held out his bag with shaking hands and Daichi grabbed it to inspect it. The cold man found the exam and frowned.
"So, you lie to me and you are so stupid that you brought a 90/100?!"
"I can explain... I was sick this day and..."
"You're just a shit!" Daichi stoop up with an angry face. Aiba moved back, scared and knowing what was going to happen. "On your knees."
"Please, I promise I'll do better next time! I'll bring a 100/100! Please!" Aiba implored when the man took the belt.
"Then, today's lesson will help you not to forget to do it." Daichi smirked and raised his arm. Aiba gasped in pain when the belt hit his back roughly. "Take your shirt off!" Crying silently, Aiba obeyed and lowered his head, waiting for the next hit. It came quickly, leaving him out of breath, blood starting to roll down his back. After what felt like an eternity, Daichi stopped and sat down on the sofa. "Make the dinner, your mother will come back tomorrow."
"Hai, sir." Aiba stood up, barely standing on his shaking legs.
Everyday was the same song. His stepfather would beat him with his belt or would punch him when his back was too cut. Big bruises could be seen on Masaki's body and deep cuts on his back. It hurt like hell but Aiba was used to it now. He just prayed not to die under this bastard's hits.
His mother was never at home, working late and when she came back, Daichi made sure she wouldn't see anything. He had even told her one day that Aiba was being bullied because she had seen a deep black bruise on her son's arm. Masaki could have told her everything but he knew they would end in the street if she left Daichi. Her work as cashier in a konbini didn't pay enough to let them live by themselves. So, as Daichi had money, Aiba stayed silent. Why does his father had to die? Why does his mother had to meet this bastard?
After cleaning the new cuts on his back, Aiba started to prepare the dinner, his mind thinking about other things not to burst into tears. The young boy made everything in an hour and brought a trail to his stepfather but as he was reaching him, his foot hit a chair and Aiba fell on the ground, the miso soup drenching Daichi's shirt.
"Moron!!!! It burns!!!" Daichi screamed.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident!!" Aiba knelt down.
"You're going to pay, little shit!" Daichi raised Aiba by his collar and threw him on the sofa with scaring eyes.
"Please!!!" Aiba implored.
"You're lucky your mother didn't satisfy me for one week as she works too late." Daichi smiled evily while opening his pants. Aiba's eyes widened in fear. "Suck me." Daichi ordered, lowering his boxer to show a disgusting hard length.
"No." Aiba snapped. Daichi's eyes threw flashes and the man grabbed Aiba by the hair.
"Suck me or I swear your lovely mother will pay for you." Daichi smirked.
Crying, Aiba opened his mouth, trying to think about something else not to break down right now.
It was horrible. Disgusting. The hell on earth. Daichi's cum filled Aiba's mouth, making him gag in disgust. But when the boy thought it was over, Daichi pushed him on the sofa.
"Now, I'm going to test your pretty little butt. You're still a virgin, ne? Answer!!!" Daichi hit Aiba.
"Y-es." Aiba sobbed.
"Perfect. You will be even tighter. Can't wait to be inside you, babe." Daichi laughed while entering Aiba who screamed in pain.
Aiba curled in a ball, crying silently. It was an hour ago that Daichi had raped him and left him alone on the ground. The young boy had cried even more at the sight of the blood on his thighs. It hurt even more than the hits.
You ran away
You said hello to the storm, baby
You were this boy in Wonderland
You opened up your heart for him
Instead of cutting your veins
"He is going to kill me." Aiba whispered in a broken voice. Standing up with difficulty, Aiba joined his bedroom and prepared a bag, trying not to faint at the pain in his lower back. Ten minutes later, the boy stole some money in Daichi's wallet and ran away from this hell.
You saw in him
What only you could understand
You were small
He was tall
He was tender
I know
And why would you justify yourself
Love can't be explained
Neither the blood we will find at your place
For love, for love
It's all you could say
For love, for love
Nothing is impossible
For love, for love
It's all you could say
For love, for love
For all these people who live for love…
Aiba opened his eyes when the voice announced the station. His body hurt like hell and his lip was cut because of Daichi's punch. The young boy left the train and looked around him with lost eyes. He had never been in Tokyo before and even if he had stolen some money to the bastard, he wouldn't be able to live with it too long. Shivering, the young boy walked around but bumped into someone and fell on the ground with a little scream of pain.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
Aiba raised his eyes and gasped. In front of him was standing the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Short black hair, a warm smile and very well-built body that a top tank hid badly.
"Are you okay?" The man repeated with worried eyes.
"Y-es. Sorry..." Aiba said with a shaking voice.
"What happened to you?" The man knelt down.
"I... I ran away from my house... I... Do you know where I can find a hotel?"
"I see." Sho raised his hand slowly to brush Aiba's bruised lip. "You're so beautiful."
Instead of freaking out like any normal person would have done, Aiba smiled softly.
"Thank you."
"Come with me. I'm Sakurai Sho." The man grinned and held out his hand that Aiba took. This man was maybe a pedophile or a killer but strangely, Aiba trusted him and his so kind eyes.
Baby, you debarked alone on a station platform
You came from here, there
And you went nowhere
You had big blue tired eyes
It was maybe the reason of your start
Who knows?
He saw you were fragile, you were in the shit
He told you "You're so beautiful, come with me, baby"
In this moment he became your mentor
People where wrong
Hope still exists, you know
Your innocence pierced his heart
You were his evidence
He was your soul mate
I know
"What happened to you?" Sho asked while cleaning Aiba's cuts. The young boy had followed him in a big apartment and Sho had let him take a shower before making him sit to clean the cuts on his face.
"I ran away."
"I've seen that." Sho chuckled. "But why? Are you like all these teenagers who run away because their parents didn't buy them what they wanted?"
"Do you think it's that?" Aiba raised his eyes, his doe-like look diving in Sho's.
"I don't think so." Sho shook his head. "You look brave and smart. And these cuts... Did you meet a yankee in the street?"
"I lived with a yankee." Aiba joked sadly.
"Eh?" Aiba turned around and lowered the shirt Sho had given him. "God!" Sho's eyes widened.
"My stepfather is the reason. I ran away before he could kill me."
"Masaki..." Aiba shivered at the way Sho whispered his name. It was soft and full of sadness. The older brushed the wounds on Aiba's back before hugging him from behind. "You're safe now. Nobody will ever hurt you again."
"Sho-chan..." Aiba started to sob and let the older wrap him in his arms. It felt so natural, so perfect, as if Sho and he were meant to meet and be together. In his arms, he felt safe and loved even if they knew each other since some hours. It was like an evidence. As if fate had created them to be together. Aiba raised his crying face to look at Sho who put his hand on the younger's cheek.
"I was waiting for you since I'm born." Sho whispered before bringing their lips in a deep kiss. Aiba's heart almost stopped, an amazing wave of warmth invading his body. It was like a spell, as if Sho was the person meant to save him and give him a life. When the kiss stopped, leaving them both out of breath, Sho smiled softly and lifted Aiba in his arms to lay him on the bed. After cleaning all the wounds on his back, the older pulled him in a hug and Aiba closed his eyes happily, hope coming back in his life for the first time in five years.
Sho was the heir of Sakurai's company, hold by his father. The 25 years old boy refused to take the company back, wanting to draw his own path. He wanted to become a musician, something very different from what his father wanted and that's why a cold war was existing for several years between the boy and his father. Sho had lots of friends as he was starting to be a bit famous but had always felt very lonely. There was nobody in his life, nobody he could share his bed with, nobody he could hug and talk to when he came back home. So, he was throwing his loneliness in his music, composing and playing to exist somewhere on this earth. And was also taking some drugs to forget this painful reality.
But the previous night was going to change his life. When he had bumped into Masaki, the musician's heart had almost stopped. Masaki's eyes were full of sadness and wounds that none teenagers should have seen at this phase of their life. In one look, Sho had understood fate had brought him Masaki not to live in this painful loneliness. He had to help this young boy. Masaki was the one he was waiting for. He was his evidence.
Aiba opened his eyes to meet Sho's looking at him with a soft smile.
"How do you feel?"
"Better, thank you."
PART 2