super duper ooc
if u are sensitve to rape, skip this chapter, im warning u
iguro angst
smutt
As they left the library, the shadows grew longer, stretching out like fingers from the corners of the room. The moon had risen high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the courtyard. The soft rustle of leaves danced through the air, a melody that seemed to whisper of the dangers lurking beyond the safety of the estate's walls.
Without warning, Giyuu grabbed Iguro's arm, his grip firm and unyielding. Iguro looked up in surprise, but before he could speak, Giyuu yanked him into a nearby closet. The door slammed shut with a hollow thud, echoing through the deserted hallway. Iguro's heart raced, the thump-thump resonating in his ears as he stumbled backward into the darkness.
The warmth of Giyuu's body pressed against him, sending a shiver down Iguro's spine. He could feel Giyuu's breath, hot and demanding, on his neck. "What are you doing?" Iguro managed to croak out, his voice trembling.
Giyuu's eyes gleamed in the darkness, a wildness in them that Iguro had never seen before. "This is what you want," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You've always wanted this."
Iguro's mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. He had felt the tension between them, the unspoken desires, but he had never expected it to come to this. "Giyuu, no," he protested weakly, his body already responding despite his confusion.
Giyuu ignored him, his lips moving from Iguro's neck to his jaw, then capturing Iguro's in a bruising kiss. Iguro's body went rigid, his eyes wide with shock. He had never experienced anything like this before, and his mind screamed for him to push Giyuu away, to regain control of the situation. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own, melting into the embrace despite his fear and confusion.
With a swiftness that belied his usual calm demeanor, Giyuu hoisted Iguro's arms up high, pinning them against the closet wall. Iguro gasped, his protests muffled by Giyuu's mouth. Giyuu's hands moved with an almost frantic urgency, untying the sash of Iguro's hakama and letting the fabric pool around his ankles. Iguro felt the cool air of the night caress his skin, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
"Gi-Giyuu, please," Iguro stuttered, his breath hitching as Giyuu's grip tightened. His eyes searched Giyuu's, desperately trying to find any semblance of the friend he knew, but all he saw was a hunger that was both terrifying and all-consuming.
Giyuu stepped closer, his own breaths heavy and ragged. He took Iguro's chin in his hand, tilting his head back to expose his throat. Iguro felt the warmth of Giyuu's arousal pressing against him, and despite his fear, his body betrayed him with a shiver of desire. "You want this," Giyuu murmured, his voice thick with need. "You want me."
Without any warning, Giyuu shoves his dick up Iguro's ass. Iguro's eyes widened in shock and pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream as Giyuu's thick length invaded him. The force of the act was so sudden and violent that Iguro's legs gave out, but Giyuu held him up with ease, one hand still pinning his wrists above his head, the other braced against the closet door to keep it shut.
Iguro's body fought against the intrusion, his muscles clenching around Giyuu's shaft. The pain was white-hot, searing through his nerves, making him feel like he was being torn apart. He could feel Giyuu's muscles tense, his hips thrusting forward, burying himself deeper inside Iguro without any care for his partner's comfort. The sound of fabric tearing filled the small space as Giyuu's need overwhelmed him, the fabric of Iguro's clothes giving way to the unbridled passion.
"Gi-Giyuu, please... stop," Iguro whimpered, his voice shaking. The words were a mere whisper, barely audible over the harsh grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh. The pain was intense, and he could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over.
But Giyuu was relentless, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm, claiming Iguro's body without any semblance of gentleness. Iguro's legs trembled, unable to support his weight as Giyuu's merciless pounding continued. He could feel the warm wetness of his own blood mixing with the lubricant, a stark reminder of the brutal violation he was enduring.
"Gi-Giyuu... stop," Iguro choked out, his voice a mere whimper against the onslaught. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mind trying to escape the horror of the moment. Yet, with every thrust, he felt himself being torn apart, his body screaming for mercy that Giyuu seemed deaf to.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the small space, mingling with Iguro's stifled cries and Giyuu's grunts of pleasure. Iguro's body was a canvas of pain, each stroke of Giyuu's cock leaving a trail of agony in its wake. He felt so exposed, so violated, and yet his body continued to betray him, his own arousal growing despite his desperate pleas for it to end.
Giyuu's movements grew more erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants. Iguro could feel the muscles in Giyuu's arms straining as he held him in place, his grip tightening around Iguro's wrists. The pain was becoming unbearable, each thrust sending waves of agony through his body. "Giyuu, please," he sobbed, his voice raw with pain and fear. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."
But Giyuu's eyes were glazed over, his mind lost in a haze of lust. He didn't hear Iguro's pleas, didn't see the tears streaming down his cheeks. He only knew that he needed to claim what he had wanted for so long, to possess Iguro in the most primal way possible. His hips moved with a ferocity that seemed almost inhuman, his cock driving into Iguro's body without mercy.
The room spun around Iguro, his vision blurring as the pain grew too intense to bear. He could feel his insides tearing, the intrusion ripping him apart. Yet, even as he begged for it to stop, his body was responding, his cock hardening against Giyuu's stomach. It was as if his mind and body were two separate entities, one screaming for an end to the torment, the other responding to the raw, primal need that Giyuu's assault had ignited.
Giyuu's thrusts grew deeper, more punishing, as if he was trying to burrow into Iguro's very soul. Iguro's legs quivered, his knees threatening to buckle. He knew he couldn't take much more, that his body would give out if Giyuu didn't stop soon. "Gi-Giyuu," he gasped, his voice breaking. "Please... I'm begging you."
Suddenly, Giyuu's grip on Iguro's wrists loosened, and Iguro's arms fell to his sides. For a brief moment, Iguro dared to hope that it was over, that Giyuu had come to his senses. But then Giyuu's hands were on his hips, pulling him back onto his cock with a force that stole the breath from Iguro's lungs. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being.
Giyuu's pace quickened, his hips slamming into Iguro with a brutal force that sent waves of pain and pleasure crashing through him. Iguro's eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling as he felt the beginnings of an orgasm he hadn't wanted, didn't want, but couldn't stop. "No," he moaned, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please, no."
But Giyuu's need was too great, his desire too powerful. He drove into Iguro one last time, his cock pulsing as he reached his climax. Iguro felt the hot rush of Giyuu's seed fill him, the final act of dominance that left him feeling utterly spent and degraded.
As Giyuu's orgasm subsided, he pulled out of Iguro with a wet sound, leaving him feeling empty and violated. Iguro slumped to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him. He couldn't bring himself to look up, couldn't face the man who had just destroyed him.
Giyuu stepped back, panting heavily. The candlelight flickered across his sweat-drenched face, highlighting the stark contrast between the hunger that had driven him and the dawning realization of what he had just done. He stared at Iguro for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and left the closet, the door swinging shut with a mournful creak.
Iguro sat there, his body shaking, his mind reeling. He could feel the sticky warmth of Giyuu's cum leaking out of him, aswell as his own blood, a stark reminder of the violation he had just endured. He knew things would never be the same between them, that the trust they had built was shattered beyond repair.
But for now, all he could do was sit in the darkness, the pain and humiliation a living thing inside of him, feeding on his fear and confusion. He didn't know if he could ever forgive Giyuu, didn't know if he could ever look at him the same way again. All he knew was that he never wanted to feel this way again, never wanted to be so utterly powerless.
As the tears fell, Iguro made a silent vow to himself. He would never let anyone hurt him like this again, never let anyone take what wasn't given.
