Dim deals with some wounds :)

Dimitri's disastrous day.

TW! non-con, sexual assault, degradation, suicidal thoughts, misgendering, t-slur, and vomiting!
This takes place in the "My Brothers Three" au. Yes, this will hurt.

Dimitri frowned in confusion as he saw Virgil stand at the base of his window, opening it up in order to let him in. He stood back as the other climbed in, stepping back slightly as the other climbed in. "Hello, Virgil. What is it that you want?" "I want you."

He barely got the time to lock the door before Virgil dragged him into a kiss, wincing as he was pushed onto the bed. The taller make didn't even seem to react as Dim started begging him to stop,  not right now, he didn't want it. The taller slapped him, the smack resonating around the room "Oh just stop whining! It's annoying. Besides, you were the one who decided this would be a good substitute instead of money." That was a lie. Dimitri had just wanted a romantic moment he liked. He hadn't thought anything of it when he invited the other into his bedroom, so they could watch a movie and cuddle. He hadn't thought anything of it when the other asked him to lock the door. He didn't mind it when Virgil dragged him into a kiss, hadn't complained or stopped him when it went further.
He was at fault for the current situation. He couldn't whine or complain. He shut his eyes, only opening them when they pulled away, softly crying. He didn't want this. Did he?

Dimitri couldn't help but let out a soft moan as Virgil placed a hickey on a sensitive spot on his throat. Even if he hated this, the other knew his weak spots. Tears fell out of his eyes as his body betrayed him. His back arched slightly as the other tweaked one of his nipples through his shirt, with him letting out a yelp combined with a sob. Virgil started removing his clothing, his erection visible thanks to the tent in his pants. He turned his back towards the bed for a moment to fully remove his shirt.

The shorter immediately scrambled to the window, almost jumping out but having a second of doubt. That second was too long. He almost succeeded in getting away, but he got dragged back as Virgil tsked "trying to run, are we? If you want to show others that you are a whore that badly, why don't we invite someone else in here. Perhaps one of your brothers?" There was a smirk in the taller males voice. He knows the other would do anything to protect his brothers. Dimitri froze at the others words, shaking his head no "please, just- just get it over with. But leave my brothers out of this. They don't deserve this." The taller chuckled at that "fine, but only because you're so pretty, you slut." He accentuated the insult with a slap, which left the shorter male crying, hurt by both hid actions and his words. Virgil pinned the other down, tying his arms to the headrest. It was too tight, restraining his arms and making sure he wouldn't get out, the belt roughly scraping against his skin.

Virgil quickly removed Dimitris pants, leaving him in only his boxers. The shorter was shaking, staring up at the ceiling in tears and pretending the taller was being nice with him, that he was gentle. He bit back a sob as the taller forced his legs apart, soon pulling of his boxers. Dimitri squeezed his eyes shut as he heard a bottle cap, soon feeling something cold prod at his hole. Oh how he wished they had the money to change that, but they did not. It tended to be a huge spot of dysphoria, since it didn't feel normal to him.

He hated himself for letting out a shaky moan combined with a sob as Virgil pushed a finger in, curling it up inside him. "Stop crying you whore, I'm taking a mercy with you. Unless you want me to ruin you, princess?~" The shorter tried to blink away his tears as Virgil said that, holding back a sob because of the misgendering. The taller soon added another finger, complimenting him for how wet he was just at his fingers. The shorter hated how happy he was to do something good. Virgil started spreading him, scissoring him open as Dimitri let out soft, held back sounds, mixed with silent crying.

Soon enough, Virgil got impatient. He pulled out his fingers and lined himself up, forcing his whole dick inside in one go. Dimitri screamed because of the pain, his vision turning white as he clawed at the headboard, his body shaking as pain was all he could feel. The taller grabbed his hair, forcing him to look down at his stomach as Virgil started thrusting, not giving him a second to get adjusted. The others pace was harsh, as his dick was visible through the others stomach at times. The shorter couldn't help but cry, feeling like he was being murdered from the inside. His eyes widened in alarm as he realised something, with him clenching around the other to try and stop him. Virgil was very much enjoying himself, letting out moans as he continued on "g-god, you're so tight for me, i sh-should do this more often if you'll always be this t-tight. You feel so good, such a good girl, I could use you as my toy~" Dimitri was sobbing, wishing it would all be over as the other placed some more lovebites on his skin.

Virgils pattern started falling, his breathing getting more irregular, signalling his release. Dimitri tried to pull away, but the taller grabbed his hips, his last few thrusts rough as Virgil tried to get in as deep as possible, letting out a loud moan as he finished,fully inside. Placing a kiss on the sobbing man's face the other stared at him in fear before his arms were released. Dimitris legs were too shaky, hurt too much to even stand at the moment. Virgil unlocked the door and walked out, smirking "ill see you next month~"

Dimitri was sobbing as he curled up in the blankets of his bed. She- he felt disgusting. He felt like he was just a toy for the other to use before discarding and moving on. He shivered, only being able to think back on the events that had just happened. It had hurt, that much was clear with the slight blood mixed with seven leaking out of him. He tried to get up in order to go to the bathroom, falling over the first few times. He got under the shower, painfully remembering each detail of what had just happened. His body shook as he tried cleaning himself, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling of hands all over his skin. That it had felt painful and disgusting, instead of the normal pleasure he got from such activities. He soon dried himself off, putting on sweatpants and a too big sweater, trying to hide his body. His bruises. He knew that it was time for dinner but he couldn't bring himself to move, feeling too nauseous to even think about eating anything. He doubled over over the toilet, emptying his stomach. Returning to his bed, he closed the door and shut the blinds, tripping multiple times in the process. He grabbed a bottle from a secret stash he had, downing it. When the bottle was empty he laid down under the covers, hoping the alcohol would make him forget as it took effect filling his body with a wonderfully warm feeling. He shivered, sobbing before inevitably passing out from plain exhaustion.

A fifteen year old boy knocked on the door, soon opening it. Elmer saw his parent asleep and felt pretty bad about having to wake him, but they were hungry. He approached the bed, soon enough noticing the bruises covering Dimitris body. He would ask about them later. He shook his parent awake, who just responded with a groan, getting up to make dinner. Dimitri almost fell over again but stabilised himself, not wanting to look weak in front of his son.

It was dinner time.

Today had been a disastrous day.