The Distance Between You and I

Chapter Warning: N/C rape in section 2. Please avoid if you are offended and don’t report me. The details are not essential to the story just know that it happened. Thanks!


The Distance Between You and I


Chapter 2

It was almost midnight when Squall finally managed to trudge to the front door of the dumpster he called an apartment. True, it was rundown with a serious rodent infestation, but at least the neighbourhood was poor enough to not have to worry about break-ins. Banging a few times, the aging wood of the door opened with a loud creak and grate as it swung on rusted hinges. Squall sighed. Somehow, he wasn’t feeling too bad about being fired from the bar. True he’d have to find a new job as soon as possible but at least he wouldn’t have to see that obnoxious blonde again.

Inside the damp smelling room, Squall took a moment to adjust to the darkness while taking off his shoes. As he was toeing off the second shoe, a sudden drop in his stomach sent a wave of red alert through his brain. The brunette allowed the heavy boot to drop with a loud clang, his eyes surveying through the dimness, searching for even a speck of movement.

Nothing.

If it wasn’t for his stubbornness, Squall would have been running out the door by now. In the next few moments, he regretted his own obstinate personality.

He felt the sharpness of moving air before actually seeing the swift punch to his stomach, its force and surprise sending him crumbling to the floor with both arms wrapped around his midriff. With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Squall rolled to his side, barely managing to avoid a boot clad foot aimed at his chest. Arms and legs ready to kick and punch, he got to his feet with the momentum of the roll. But the battle was soon over when a large hand grabbed the back of his neck and slammed him face first into a wall. The impact was a red wave of agony, exploding from his temples and shooting through every nociceptor in his body.

The holding hand turned him around roughly, fingers digging into his throat just enough to cause a shallowness in his breath. Knowing his attacker would be smiling triumphantly, Squall took the chance and aimed a punch to where he hoped was the head of the intruder. The thump indicated impact but the coarse texture of the skin and the way it wrapped around his smaller fist sent the brunette into a shocked state of defeat.

“Don’t struggle, Squall.” The man whispered huskily, unbothered by the lust in his own voice. “I can think of better ways to choke you.” Before the smaller man could force a vague threat or demand. His vision was veiled with the thick and impenetrable blackness of oblivion.

***

When he woke up again, the world was in a lesser degree of gloom. Still reeling from a dizzying headache, the sharp pain of hard movements over and within him jerked the brunette into awareness. He was lying on the familiar lumpy mattress with his arms chained to the headboard and legs pressed against his chest. Squall wanted to scream, struggle frantically, or just sink back into his previous state of unconsciousness. Noticing the smaller man’s new state of wakefulness, his abuser chuckled a cruel laugh while sending him a thrust, hard enough to tear as a welcoming present. Squall bit his lips harshly to suppress the cry of pain, refusing to satisfy the man defiling his body.

Thick digits pushed their way into him mouth, crudely imitating what another engorged appendage was doing to other parts of his body. As the fingers began thrusting down his throat, Squall clenched his jaw and bit down. The man gave a soft grunt of pain. He couldn’t help but attempt, but Squall knew very well his retaliation would only infuriate his attacker even more. Still, he felt better about himself for at least trying to escape, even if it was a foolish action on his part. As expected, a cold and thin blade was pressed against his throat.

“Silly boy,” sharp edge pressing a little harder, “just tell me if you want to play rough.”

The warm trickle of blood welled from his pale skin, sluggishly making its way down his neck to sink into the bed sheets. Squall was half tempted to struggle again when the blade was removed to be replaced by a greedy hot mouth. He wanted to turn away from the sucking lips and tongue, lapping at his life force, but the man pulled back and slapped him across the face.

“Bite me again, Squall, and I’ll whore Ellone out just like you.”

No more threats were required as Squall sunk into forced submission, letting his body take whatever was given. For Ellone, he’ll do anything. Hard thrusts resumed with added force, sliding in and out of his blood slicked passage with no resistance. He sucked at the fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over the tooth mark he gave, tasting the metallic taint of bitterness while moaning for all he was worth. Sis was everything, Sis was who he lived for, Sis was all he had left and Sis was currently living with his tormentor, calling the man ‘Daddy’.

There was a familiar burn in his eyes, coinciding with the lump forming in his throat. But Squall wouldn’t cry, it’s only a matter of time. When he turned eighteen, he’ll file for Ellone’s custody then they’d live together without ever having to worry about the man again. Just a little longer to go, then this would all be a nightmare he’d forget. The thrusting began to grow erratic, letting Squall know the end was in sight. With a few more thrusts and a loud grunt, a heat that made him nauseous exploded into his body. For Ellone, he told himself, screamed out the words in his head. Ellone.

Grabbing a fistful of his chestnut hair, the man yanked and pushed his softening cock at his mouth. Squall obediently licked and cleaned off the remaining traces of vile liquid, turned pinkish by blood. A moment later, the handcuffs were released. Squall curled instinctually into a tight ball.

“Just like old times, huh Squall?” The brunette was glad to hear rustling of clothes and the clink of belt buckle.

“Promise you won’t touch her.” He whispered hoarsely, voice rough from his dry throat and disuse. “Promise.”

“As long as I have you, pet.” A loud bang and the room descended into silence. Around his bruised and cut body, the air chilled, drying his sweaty skin. Squall wanted to get up and wash the filth off himself but was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to walk. The bleeding would have stopped by now, at least he wouldn’t die if he fell asleep.

Unlike most nights, sleep didn’t have to coax the pale boy into surrendering. His worn body, fatigued from work and protecting Ellone, relaxed under the cover of cold air. He was led into a peaceful sleep, for once untouched by nightmares.

***

His name came in waves, loud then soft. It felt as though he was dunking his head in and out of water. He was thinking what a strange dream this was when light tapping on his cheeks sent him from sleep. For a moment, all he could see was long strands of raven black hair, falling softly over his vision. Then came the glitter of soft green eyes, like the colour of freshly cut grass. He reached out to cup the smooth face, wincing a little at his strained muscles. The man leaned into his touch before grasping him gently into a warm embrace.

“Laguna…” whimpered Squall, glad to see the man after a long absence. Laguna always smelt like the sea, it reminded him of happier times when he was younger. In an orphanage by the ocean, a time when he would take Sis for a walk on the beach, swim in the water, or just sit on the sand watch the sun go down. The days of innocence when a touch was a touch, not a hint of suggestion. Strong arms lifted him off the bed, gripping onto his smaller body until he thought he would break. But Laguna doesn’t let go until Squall push at his chest for more room.

“What have you done to yourself, Squall?” The green eyes widened and shone with the glint of tears. Sometimes, the brunette wondered who was older between the two of them, Laguna could cry at the drop of a hat but also capable of being steely when situation called. One could probably say there was more than one Laguna underneath.

Squall looked up with weary grey eyes. It was rhetoric question, Laguna might not know everything but he knew enough from what Squall let slip. He pulled himself closer to the warmth. “Kiss me.” He muttered to the ear covered by hair. “Just a little one.”

Having never been able to successfully deny anything from the brunette in his arms. Laguna leaned down and kissed him. Squall savoured the feeling soft lips that had never demanded anything from him. Teeth nibbled gently on his lower lips, following by the sweep of healing tongue. He let the heat grow between them, pushing their lips together until it burned not to taste. With their tongues tangling together, Squall fisted a handful of long hair and wondered if he could coax Laguna into going further. With a soft moan, Laguna pulled away and pecked his cheek as consolation. Well, it was worth a try.

“Let me take you to the hospital.” Said Laguna, as he laid Squall into bed and pulling the cover over the slender body. “I think you’re torn.” Squall only shook his head. It wasn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. Words exchanged in these moments always led to a fight, and Squall was in no mood argue. Laguna sighed, knowingly not to push the point. He’ll wait until the morning to make sure nothing happened as the boy slept. It had shocked him the first time he saw the young man like this, defeated and vulnerable. But as time went on, the visual effects began to numb, until it became part of Squall himself. But, at this rate though, it wouldn’t surprise anyone if Squall never make it to his eighteenth birthday.

Sighing again, the older man dragged a beaten chair near the old mattress and settled down for the few hours before dawn. It’s already been a long night, rushing over from the airport as soon as he landed. He had feeling Ward and Kiros might get angry if he was late for tomorrow. With that, the long haired man nodded off to sleep.


AN: Well, haven’t this been a darker turn of events. Please forgive for making poor Squall suffer like that, but it’s all in the name if a story! I swear! (please don’t kill or report me) Well, hope you getting some enjoyment out of this thing and of course, if you like it, REVIEW!