Do you need me? by Kkchan

The Dream

A.N. Okay...this idea came to me at work...when I was doing dishes. I know it's wrong at the beginning...as most child rape and molestation is...but it goes with the story...but please don't flame me! That hurts quite a bit...read, review, and rate!! And so as not to confuse anyone...the 'he' is always going to be referring to the boy... in the dream sequences...

Italics – Dream sequence

normal... - Narration

"..." – Dialogue

"..." – inner dialogue ...(thoughts)

OoO – scene change

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The youth walked hand in hand with his last remaining relative on his mother's side. He didn't want to, he could sense his Uncle's wrong intentions. But he was too young to rule yet.

OoO

Sitting on his Uncle's lap while eating his porridge, he was surprised to feel a hand making its way up his thigh. Curiously he turned to look at the older man behind him. His Uncle simply smiled at him then guided his hand to the bulge in the older man's hakama.

The male urged him on. Told him in a soothing voice it was all right to touch. To go ahead and untie the neat bow and reveal the bulge for what it really was. Then he couldn't tell what was wrong and right but later he'd know how much of a monster his Uncle could be.

The young boy untied the hakama and gasped as the appendage jumped out at him. His Uncle smiled and told him to kneel on the floor. He did not knowing what would happen if he refused. He looked up at his Uncle with wide eyes and nodded slowly, frightened, as he was told to put his lips to the tip.

He did so slowly, and when he tasted the near clear liquid at the tip he pulled back with a look of disgust. His Uncle frowned and tangled large hands into his hair, pulling him back to the disgusting flavour. The boy kept his mouth closed but his Uncle forced it open by applying a painful pressure to his cheeks. When his lips were forced open, the hard appendage was pushed into his mouth.

The young lord choked and tried to pull away but was forced to keep the awful length inside his mouth. His head was held in place as his Uncle stood and began thrusting slim hips into his mouth. Tears ran down the boys face as he choked with every thrust. His Uncle spilled something into his mouth and didn't pull out until he had swallowed every drop of the bitterly salty liquid. He was told to stand and lay on the table. Completely terrified now, he complied. His eyes squeezing shut as his Uncle undid his hakama and pulled them off. Something thin was pushed into the exit located under the flaccid appendage between his legs. Something else was added to the something thin and they began moving and spreading and moving some more. He winced, opening an eye to see his Uncle grinning, almost cruelly, down at him. The two something's were pulled out and something thicker was pushed against his dry exit.

He screamed, thrashing wildly, trying to get away. Finally realizing what was happening. His Uncle growled and held him down.

"Now, Now ----------- Calm down." His Uncle said before pushing forward, swallowing his cries with a dirty mouth. The boy drew into himself, trying not to feel the pain, or the clotting blood lining his anus.

OoO

The acts still continued well into the boy's life. Sometimes he was cornered in the indoor hot springs, where at least there was some lubrication. Most times though, he was called into "his Uncle's" study, and it happed there, across the desk. He had stopped fighting a long time ago, adopting an emotionless mask instead and pulling himself deep into his mind when his Uncle used his body. Instead of staring at the ceiling or at his "beloved" relative, he turned and stared with a hateful emotionless ness at the servant who had escorted him. Usually it was a female; she'd turn her head and cry. Not wanting to see the once cheerful youth look so helpless and sad. True, his emotions were protected. Guarded wonderfully by his mind. But the female servants could all tell he wasn't as emotionless as he looked, with his silver hair splayed around him on the desk, as his Uncle took his body time and time again.

Occasionally it would happen in the dining room; instead of tea his Uncle would order him to lay on the low table to be spread open and penetrated painfully. On one of these days, it was the last breath his Uncle would take. He thrashed against the older man, trying to break free, a snarl set on his face. With a flick of an almost gnarled hand, the servants were holding him down with tears in their eyes.

"-----------! Calm yourself!" His Uncle shouted, trying to force his tongue into the youth's mouth only to have it bit, nearly clear off. "Fuck!" Without mercy or preparation he pushed into the young lord.

The man-child became wild. His eyes glowing red, his face halfway into transformation. The servants, frightened, let go and hid against the wall. The boy sat up and slapped his Uncle, stunning the man before he pushed his hand through the man's chest, crushing the heart after he had pushed it through his Uncle's back. He dropped the dead organ and let the body slid from his arm.

He glared at the servants. "Clean this mess up. No one mentions anything of the past 300 years. Understand?" He growled as his eyes returned to their natural light amber. His face turning back to his humanoid form. He pulled his clothes on and left the room, determined to reach the hot springs as quickly as possible.

He reached the steamy room and shut the door with a loud "SMACK" before he fell to his knees, painful sobs taking over his body. His agonizing cries being torn from his throat.

OoO

Kagome woke up with a start. Sweat poured down her face, her eyes wide as she stared at the starry sky. Had that actually happened to Sesshoumaru? Kagome sighed, trying to get back to sleep; but when she closed her eyes images of a young Sesshoumaru being violated by family painted her eye lids. Sitting up she looked at the withering fire with disgust in her eyes.

"That's why he's so guarded..." She found herself thinking as she piled kindling onto the fire. "I guess I won't be getting anymore sleep tonight." She reached into her backpack and pulled out a sketchbook. This was where she sketched her latest most secret obsession. The cold lord of the west.

...TBC...

A.N. So...what do you think? Good, bad? On a scale from 1-10? XD okay...RAPE IS BAD!!! DON'T DO IT!! ...Okay...I'm done...but seriously...don't do that shit...

I'll still be updating DNA Difficulties, but this is an idea I've had for a while...I've changed it some though so I can put it up here but...uhm...this one will be updated slower then DNAD because ..this isn't my main story XD tell me what you think though! ^^

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