Multi-Chapter:Love Over Pain
Title:Love Over Pain
Length:Multi-chapter
Pairings:AibaxJun
Genre:Romance, Smut
Rating:PG-13 (for this chapter)
Disclaimer:Plot mine, boys not mine
Word Count:1176
Summary:Aiba didn't know how he ended up in his current situation, nor does he remember being on a hate list.
Fanfic Masterpost
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Aiba Masaki sat in the cold, his hands tied together, and his clothes were tattered in pieces. He looked around him and all of them had the same expression on their faces: scared and lost. He, for the life of him, didn’t know how he ended up like this. He only remembered bits and pieces of their kidnapper’s face but he didn’t remember at all how he ended up in this confined place.
Someone nudged him. “Hey, they drugged you too?”
Aiba shook his head, unsure of what he meant.
“I see. They just took you straight over here. How sad. I can’t believe they are doing this to us,” the person said.
“What do you mean?” Aiba’s curiosity was growing bigger. “Do what to us?”
“You don’t know?” the person scoffed. “They are selling us to these slutty men that all horny and shit.”
“What?!” Aiba jumped up, his head hitting the metal wall. Just how in the world did he end up in this situation. All he ever did in his life was travel to see other animals in the world and he strictly remembered that no one had him on his hate list- except maybe for that Ninomiya guy, he might hate him.
“Shut the fuck up in there!” a loud voice boomed followed by hard thumps from the metal wall above them. So both Aiba and the other guy stayed quiet until both fell asleep and was carried away somewhere the place won’t reach the security grid.
Aiba woke up again, but this time, his head was hurting badly. It was no longer cold and his he was fully clothed. He looked around him again and noticed how he was in a better place than before. The room had and oddly color of purple, and so were the drapes. There were bookshelves full of books that Aiba would never be able to finish, and there was a fireplace right before him. Even his hands were untied.
“Where am I?” Aiba groaned. “Where’s everybody? Am I being punked?”
“Boy, you sure do ask a lot of questions,” someone chuckled somewhere in the room. “You looked like you were having a good dream.”
“Where are we?” Aiba rubbed his head. “Where are you and who are you?”
“Wow, still asking questions,” the same person said again, “Who are you?”
“I’m-” Aiba stopped himself before he could answer. Could he trust this guy, or was the guy one of those bad guys.
“Show yourself first.” Aiba rubbed his eyes. “I’ll tell you who I am.”
“Oh, demanding now are we?” The person said in a playful tone. You don’t seem the type.”
Aiba was starting to get irritated. “Fine. I’ll just let you play fun and games. I’m leaving.” He stood up too fast, then he felt someone’s hand gripping him down. Just as he was about to turn around, he person smacked his head away and he would never know who this person was.
“Just what do you want?” Aiba was starting to remember his conversation with a random guy a few moments ago. “Who are you?”
“You’ll find out,” the same voice was now behind him. “Just sit here and don’t even think about leaving. There are guards surrounding this very room right now.”
Aiba just nodded his head, obeying what this person said. For awhile, the hands stayed there and the warmth soon left the same time he heard a door close. Now that Aiba was aware, there was no door or whatsoever to escape from this unknown place. He even stood up, trying not to fall on his face, and looking for a hole that could possibly lead him out. But the person’s words echoed through his ears so he sat back down on the same couch, wondering what the person meant. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he felt a sharp pain on his neck and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
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“Oi!” someone slapped him on the face. “Wake up! The masters won’t be pleased seeing a lazy person here.”
Aiba’s eyes snapped open and he wiped the drool on the side of his face. Now he was standing on something and he never felt so confined before.
“HEY!” Aiba pounded his fist through the glass. “Let me out now!”
“Shut up back there!” another person said.
“You heard him,” a guard pounded his gun on the glass. “You don’t want to get killed do you?”
Aiba nodded his head and his mouth formed a straight line. When he looked around, he could see other men in the same confined glass he was in, still sleeping and unaware of what’s going on around them. He felt sad for the others, almost forgetting that he was in the same situation.
“You’re up,” the guard banged his glass wall again. “Now just stand in one place and don’t fucking move.”
Aiba nodded his head as he eyed the gun in the guard’s hand. He didn’t want to die and he was too young to even die right now. He closed his eyes, prepared for what’s to come next.
He expected that there was a noose ready for him to hang on. But he was rolled in on a stage and he gasped when he saw the faces of many men before him. That random man was right earlier, he was going to be sold off to slutty and horny men. What did he even do to deserve any of this?
“Now, this one is a very demanding one and he’s very cute. He could do these amazing things with his tongue and he can make one day’s bright,” a man with a mic introduced him. Now he did he know about Aiba when he didn’t know this man?
“We’ll start off with 1 million yen!”
No one in the audience seemed to move and their faces all showed signs of uninterested expressions. Aiba was about to sigh of relief when he saw someone in the crowd holding a wad of cash and coming all the way to the front. “I’ll buy him!” someone claimed. “I’ll buy him for 2 million yen!”
“2 million yen?” the MC asked with a faint surprise in his voice. “Anyone wanna top that?”
No one moved and all eyes were just on Aiba.
“Then sold!” The MC yelled. “Sold to that gentleman over there!”
Aiba took this time to examine his buyer’s face. The person had sharp looks and he couldn’t miss that mole just above the lips. The person would be mistaken as an idol but he was just one of those slutty men. Aiba despised this guy who had bought him, and muttered in disgust.
Once the auction was over, Aiba was finally released from his confined glass and he and the other tied up men were instructed to go to their buyers. Aiba went to his with a frown in his face.
“Hello,” the person greeted him coolly. “We meet again.”
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