Of Mass Discomfort
LeakSpiltMilk
Summary:
He didn't mean to run into Cronus. He didn't meant to make Cronus angrier. He didn't mean to be so... Weak.
Trigger warning for rape and violence.
Notes:
I notice there are quite a few errors in the writing here, please ignore them for now, as at some point I will get around to fixing them.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Work Text:
Cronus Ampora sat on the edge of a cliff, not contemplating anything bad, just sitting there. A bit peeved he chewed on the end of his cigarette, bringing his shoulders up as he heard the obnoxious sound of skateboard wheels from behind him. Oh joy, just what he needed right now.
Mituna Captor skated along the sidewalk in a bit of a wobbly fashion. He already twisted his ankle on his way, but he was a bit too stubborn to stop riding anytime soon. At some point Mituna closed his eyes for too long and lost balance, bashing straight into the back of the Ampora.
"SHIT!" He exclaimed loudly, placing a hand on the top of his helmet as if it would stop his head from spinning. Cronus turned to the yellowblood with a snarl, his face contorted in a look of pure anger.
"Really?! Oh, of fucking course it's you vwho'd run into me. Bug off, Mituna. I'm not in the mood to deal vwith you... Or anybody." Cronus grumbled, looking off over the edge of the cliff again. Mituna scrunched his nose up, growling in the back of his throat from their reaction.
"I didn't mean to fucking bump into you you know! It jutht happened! It'th not my fault!" He growled once more, just staring up at the highblood.
"I said. Go. The fuck. Avway. Freak." Cronus turned back to Mituna, a large frown having tugged at his lips. Mituna got up quickly, shoving Cronus as hard as he possibly could with one last growl.
"I'm not a freak!" He exclaimed loudly, barring his fangs. It didn't even take Cronus a second to whirl around and grip Mituna by the collar.
"I'm only gonna say this one more time. So clean out your ears and try and let this sink into your fucking retarded thinkpan. Leavwe me the fuck alone, Mituna." He quickly slammed Mituna against the ground, shoving his hands into his pockets, and starting to walk away. He seemed satisfied with the sharp shriek Mituna let out as they were thrown to the ground.
"No wonder no one liketh you, you're jutht a fucking douthebag anywayth..." Mituna muttered timidly, sitting himself up and staring straight at Cronus to see their reaction. The highblood froze in his spot, turning on his heel and briskly heading back to Mituna, only to slam his foot down onto their chest. Mituna let out a wheeze, the wind having been knocked out of him due to the blow.
"You're just too fuckin' stupid to shut your mouth... That accident really did fuck you up, don't evwen knovw vwhen to quit flappin' those lips." Mituna whined and wheezed more in response to them, squirming to try and get away.
"F-fuck off... That hurtth, Cro..." Mituna gasped out weakly, whimpering silently.
"Oh? Then you shouldn't havwe said anythin', Captor." Cronus narrowed his eyes, kneeling down and gripping Mituna roughly by the jaw. "I can make it hurt much, much fucking vworse."
Tears started to well in Mituna's eyes, both from the threat and from how much harder it was getting to breathe. "No no! Fuckfuckfuckfuck, let go!"
"Oh vwhat, you gonna cry novw? Your little pity party ain't here, Tuna, it's just you and me. Novw, I can still be a nice guy and let you go, all for the price of an apology?" Cronus cocked an eyebrow, jerking his hand to make sure Mituna was looking at him. Tears were starting to drip down Mituna's cheeks at this point, but even then he was stubborn.
