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chaos_silk) wrote2009-05-16 10:24 pm
chaos_silk) wrote2009-05-16 10:24 pm
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Chaos’s Merry Month of Molestation: May 13th, Seda/Toan.
Title: Chaos’s Merry Month of Molestation: May 13th, Seda/Toan.
Fandom: Dark Cloud
Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi.
Summary: Was there something more in the way the villagers ordered Toan around? Could be taken as part of the Contemplation series. But is not really linked.
A/N: Probably the second of it’s kind ever. I saw one of FF.N once, but it was taken down. It wasn’t very well thought out, but hey, it was Seda/Toan. Now, here’s another one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept behind the fic. And all boys are written as 18+.
Toan always kept his eyes closed when the silver haired stranger visited him. If he didn’t see him, he didn’t have to acknowledge that it was his strange ally, his maybe enemy, molesting him in the dark of night, when it didn’t matter that he was a hero and the other was a shadowy figure in the dark. He enjoyed it, maybe a little too much, but after years of repression it was just so easy to give in.
It was easy to hide the marks, to pretend away the noises, to ignore the strange, disbelieving looks Xiao gave him sometimes, and the strange looks the others blessed him with. It was easy. Almost too easy, to pretend it didn’t happen by day, and surrender himself at night. Easy to ignore, even if every step reminded him of him, after all he had years worth of practice.
Growing up in a small town, barely more than a grouping of houses, anyone strange or different was immediately ostracized. He had tried so hard to fit in, tried so hard to make it not as obvious when he was looking at another boy’s ass instead of down Paige’s shirt. He had succeeded, for the most part. He had been the perfect son, the gracious hero, their shining icon of purity. They never guessed, and never knew, and now...
When someone was saving the world, it was easy to overlook what they were doing between the sheets with another male.
Fandom: Dark Cloud
Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi.
Summary: Was there something more in the way the villagers ordered Toan around? Could be taken as part of the Contemplation series. But is not really linked.
A/N: Probably the second of it’s kind ever. I saw one of FF.N once, but it was taken down. It wasn’t very well thought out, but hey, it was Seda/Toan. Now, here’s another one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept behind the fic. And all boys are written as 18+.
Toan always kept his eyes closed when the silver haired stranger visited him. If he didn’t see him, he didn’t have to acknowledge that it was his strange ally, his maybe enemy, molesting him in the dark of night, when it didn’t matter that he was a hero and the other was a shadowy figure in the dark. He enjoyed it, maybe a little too much, but after years of repression it was just so easy to give in.
It was easy to hide the marks, to pretend away the noises, to ignore the strange, disbelieving looks Xiao gave him sometimes, and the strange looks the others blessed him with. It was easy. Almost too easy, to pretend it didn’t happen by day, and surrender himself at night. Easy to ignore, even if every step reminded him of him, after all he had years worth of practice.
Growing up in a small town, barely more than a grouping of houses, anyone strange or different was immediately ostracized. He had tried so hard to fit in, tried so hard to make it not as obvious when he was looking at another boy’s ass instead of down Paige’s shirt. He had succeeded, for the most part. He had been the perfect son, the gracious hero, their shining icon of purity. They never guessed, and never knew, and now...
When someone was saving the world, it was easy to overlook what they were doing between the sheets with another male.