Cãll Of the Sãnd(MxM)

Red flower

Trigger warning: ref of rape

A pair of eyes stared at the red flower that had decided to bloom all of a sudden on the dead thorny plant that was thrown in abandonment at a corner of the stone walls. The onlooker crouched down and simply stared-he didn't know what to do, somehow he couldn't follow his mind that was screaming at him to tell about the flower to his father but his heart is saying otherwise; which is strange! For a few days, there has been a desperate conflict between his mind and heart, both going in separate ways, creating menial mistakes in his works, though his father hadn't noticed about it yet, if he did he'd surely question about it and somehow the owner of the jackal head-wear would be bound to answer him. But the red flower looked so familiar, so red........he could almost remember someone who had red hair too......he was kind......and....and.....
"Agh!" He winced when his started to throb in a painful manner, it became so unbearable that he had to close his eyes and did not open them until he heard his name being called by someone-the former affectionate calling got gradually infused with the cold and commanding one that is echoing at present among these stony walls, the smiling red hair dissolved deep in his locked memories once again. He scrambled up and dragged his body towards the direction from where his father's voice was heard.

Somehow he didn't want his father to see his discovery.

Park Ryujin had never felt so weak before. He had had his fair share of shoots for the music videos ever since S4We was created but never had he ever had felt this weak and tired before. As soon as they reached the hotel after their hectic schedule from the shooting arena, he immediately hit the bed and very soon lost all consciousness of this world.

He opened his eyes due to pain. Yes, it was because of pain, he was sure of it. But it felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, a ball of disgust and strong sense of endurance accumulated in his throat but the pain didn't stop. When he made an effort to look what was happening, he was flipped around roughly by someone and immediately his upper body lifted up from the ground, his eyes widening, hands numbed and shaking-he found several things at the same time. First, he was naked, stark naked, as naked as the day he was born, second, something is pounding inside him in a merciless manner which he soon discovered to be a male dick being being inside him-following the source of it, amidst his blurry eyes due to tears he tried to see the owner of it but was met only with darkness, his stomach felt oddly sticky and his entire body ached. Down there too wasn't an exception. He tried to move away, tried push away his rapist without any avail. The sounds that escaped from his mouth were nothing but of pain.
At this point his head throbbed painfully that he couldn't help but scream out in pain, disgust and utter anger.

Wind blew like crazy and soon developed into a sand storm in the desert of Egypt. Angry sand circled and danced around like raw emotions. Such was the strength of the wind that all the candles of the meditating woman's chamber blew away, the falcon head-wearer had to resume his journey and a voluptuous figure, lounging on a grand seat finally straightened out as her large eyes looked at the sudden sand storm curiously but soon shone with a hint of interest with a hint of little smile on her red lips.

The wheel of time has finally started to move.