Multi-Chapter:Love Over Pain
Title:Love Over Pain
Length:Multi-chapter
Pairings:AibaxJun
Genre:Romance, Smut
Rating:R
Disclaimer:Plot mine, boys not mine
Word Count:1119
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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As soon as his buyer left him in a huge, oddly, and decorated room, Aiba started taking off every piece of clothing on his body layer by layer, glad that the ropes were cut loose. He threw the bright red jacket across the small room, the light blue, skinny pants in the small trash can, the brightly yellow shirt under the bed, the green earring that the man insisted him to wear, and the dark purple boxers that the man forced him to wear instead of the dirty clothes he‘s been wearing for who knows how long. Aiba wasn’t a doll, and he didn’t want to do anything for that man either.
Aiba quickly searched the room, afraid that the man would come back and sedate him again just for uttering a single word. He walked around the room naked while looking for some kind of draft coming in for a way out. As he neared the huge bed, he felt cold air hit his skin and realized something was behind the head: a tightly sealed window with planks covering it up. He immediately went to work and pushed the bed with all his strength to gain entry to the closed window.
Once the bed was pushed aside, Aiba grabbed a hammer he found by chance, lying under the drawers that held nothing but dust bunnies. He prayed that it work as he attempted to pry off the first layer of wood. Then another was taken of, followed by another until there was one left and Aiba kissed this strangeness goodbye. With the last wood gone, the window was finally exposed and Aiba couldn’t be happier. He pushed the window panes till it hit the wall outside, and he stuck his legs out. Just as he heard freedom coming closer, he heard the door to the room open and shut.
Aiba tried to move faster when he heard the man cuss after realizing that he had found exit. His heart was beating fast from the adrenaline rush, and he got the better of it. His hand was caught by the man’s strong grip and was pulled back in the room, cursing and blaming himself for getting such high hopes.
He felt pain run across his jaw and spit out blood that came from his scarred lips. Aiba didn’t know what was worse: standing naked in front of the man, or the fact that he can never get out. But he came up with a conclusion that it was both when the man pushed him hard on the bed, his hands trailing down to the lower part of his body. He shivered when the man pulled his member, and he let out a whimper that wasn’t meant to come out of his own mouth.
Aiba looked away, ashamed at himself for letting the man do whatever he wanted. He cried when the man pushed his own erection in his hole as he gripped on the sides of the bed, trying to make the pain go away. Then the man screamed when he felt warm liquid pool in his body as tear drops dropped down the side of his face. The pain didn’t last long when the man came towards him again, with a syringe in his hand…
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He rolled restlessly on the huge bed, trying to make himself feel more comfortable as every second passed by. To his annoyance, he couldn‘t keep it in anymore and sat up, wincing in pain as he did so.
For a moment, Aiba forgot where he was. When he closed his eyes for a second, vague memories and sounds started forming in his memory box. As soon as he heard his own moan in that memory, his eyes flung open and shivered at the thought of trying to fix the images.
“Had a good night?”
Aiba twisted his body around, wincing in pain from the sudden action, and from seeing the rude intruder. He didn’t want to answer as he glared at this person, keeping his breathing steady and calm.
“Still quiet? Just yesterday before I bought you, you always asked so many questions. I bet you just want to ask me more, don’t you?”
“No I don’t!” Aiba spat, “I fucking hate you!”
“Hate me all you want,” the person smirked, “but you’re going to be staying here until you hate me a thousand times more. I really don’t care.”
Aiba glared at the man harder, hoping that his stare can pass right through the person’s body and watch blood gush out. However, his cheeks turned bright red when the person just laughed at him and ran a finger down his cheek.
“Don’t touch me!” Aiba shrieked, “You’re a pervert!” He crawled back inside the purple blanket, feeling more violated than ever.
“Aww come on, you liked it last night,” the man teased, “besides, you can’t run away from me.”
“Go away!” Aiba crawled further into the blanket when he felt the man closer to him, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I would never-”
“But you did~” the man purred, “You were begging me, you were asking for me, you-”
Aiba clamped his ears shut and started talking loud enough so he couldn’t hear this person anymore. He imagined that this person was talking in a different language so he couldn’t understand what he was saying. However, Aiba abruptly stopped what he was doing when he felt strong arms snake it’s way to his waist. The hair on his back raised, his eyes remained open, and his heart was beating frantically.
Using his best leg, he turned around, kicked the person in the sides, escaped the suffocating blanket, and dashed around the mansion, naked without giving it another thought. Despite his body aching, he kept running like a mad man, and didn’t bother to stop when he passed by a blushing maid.
“Don’t you run away from me!” his buyer’s voice boomed through the house. Aiba didn’t dare to look back, afraid that the person was already a feet away from him, but there was the sound of someone running behind him as fast as lighting.
Aiba felt a tug on his waist when he was harshly turned around and the buyer had another syringe, filled with clear liquid, in his hand. He couldn’t take it anymore with the drugging, so he swatted the syringe away, causing the man to run after it, and he took this chance to run away again. Not a minute later, he felt a small pinch on his neck and he fell to the ground, his vision starting to blur. He put his hand on his neck, and felt a thin stick injected closely to where his vein was beating from fast to slow.
“Thanks,” he heard the man’s deep voice, “I needed it.”
Someone other than the buyer chuckled, “You’re welcome. I’ll always be here when he’s out of control.”
His eyes were starting to droop, and his state of mind was in a swirl. Without another word, Aiba let out one last sigh before passing out cold on the floor, with two men starring down on his body.
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A/N: Yay, posted.
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