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Golden Apples	By : Xellass Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Date: 20061127 [shelved in between] 2007.03.12

By: Xel

Pairing: Everyone/Kai, primarily Yuriy/Kai.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Graphic rape in this chapter. Sex. Blatant PWP
trying to pass as having a plot. Uke-Kai, slut-Kai. Hopefully not too OOC.

Bakuten Shoot Beyblade � Takao Aoki

Golden Apples

Chapter 04 -
Part I

When Kai woke up the next morning, both Yuriy and Boris were gone.
He moved to get off the bed, but found himself lacking the energy to do so.
That, and his ass was so sore that he was sure if he tried to stand up, he'd
promptly, and painfully, collapse on the ground. He wasn't sure what time it
was, but he felt as if he'd been sleeping for hours. A quick glance in the
direction of the clock hanging on Yuriy's wall told him it was already the next
morning.

As he lay in bed, trying to ignore the soreness in his ass, Kai
tried to think of what came next. He'd promised Yuriy he'd stay, but he
couldn't just up and disappear without letting his team know where he was
going. He thought about leaving the Abbey briefly in order to inform the Blade
Breakers that he was leaving the team, but his experience with Rei, Hitoshi,
and Michael cautioned against that. In the end, he decided to first wait for
his strength to return, and then have Yuriy accompany him to tell the others—he
didn't want to face dozens of blading opponents in the state he was in at the
moment.

Having come to a decision, Kai turned slightly and returned to
sleep, opting to rest until he'd recuperated enough to face the rest of the
world.

"Kai...Kai!" Yuriy shook Kai awake a few hours later,
looking concerned and panicked about something or another.

"What's wrong, Yuriy?" asked Kai groggily, trying to sit
up but not succeeding; the pain that lanced through his body at the action made
his head spin, and he had to lay still for a few moments before he recovered.

Yuriy looked as if he wanted to smile when Kai groaned at the pain
in his ass and lay back against the pillow, but the orders he carried were too
important to be ignored or delayed. "Kai, Vorkov wants to see you,"
he said quietly, urgently, and he saw the pain immediately disappear from Kai's
features only to be replaced by dread.

"What does he want?" murmured Kai, ignoring the pain and
sitting up—his apprehension overrode all other feelings. Yuriy assisted him as
he stood from the bed shakily, his hands grasping at Yuriy's shirt tightly to
avoid falling on the ground.

"I don't know," Yuriy answered, "but he said to
make it quick."

Pushing away from Yuriy, Kai managed to stand on his own. It was
only a few moments before he could walk steadily—albeit with a noticeable
limp—and he moved to leave the bedroom. "I better hurry up, then."

"Do you need me to help you?" asked Yuriy.

The concern in his voice made Kai smile lightly, and he shook his
head at Yuriy slowly. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine." His voice was
cheery—as cheery as Kai could be—but his hands shook slightly on the keypad.
The door opened for him automatically when he steadied his hand and placed it
on the pad, and shut behind him after he'd walked out.

As masterful a hold Yuriy had on his emotions, he couldn't keep
the dread in his heart from showing in his eyes.

He cared for Kai—maybe even loved him—but he feared Vorkov even
more.

"Ah, Kai, there you are," Vorkov said cheerfully as the
door to his office opened and Kai stepped through, his face expressionless.

Kai tried not to let his limp show as he took slow, but steady
steps towards the Director. Their last meeting was still fresh in his mind, the
drug still coursed through his system—what would Vorkov do to him now?
"You wanted to see me?"

Vorkov ignored the question and just smiled a wide, toothy smile
at Kai, responding instead with one of his own. "How are you feeling? I
imagine the...experiences you've gone through these last few days and nights
have been...enlightening?"

Grimacing each time Vorkov paused in his sentence to draw out a
word with decisively negative connotations, Kai just shrugged and looked Vorkov
in the eye when he answered. "I've learned a few things."

His voice was confident and unafraid, but Kai quickly felt that
confidence fade away as Vorkov approached him with slow, deliberate steps—a
much colder, closed-lipped smile on his face that made the hair on Kai's neck
stand on end. Kai resisted the urge to step backwards with each step the
Director took towards him, determined to stand his ground and appear as
fearless as he wasn't. It wasn't until Vorkov was so close Kai could feel the
man's body heat that the man stopped walking, and in one smooth movement,
swooped down to capture Kai's lips in a wet, messy lip-lock.

The silver-haired boy nearly gagged.

"Show me what you've learned," Vorkov murmured into
Kai's mouth before he snaked his tongue into the boy's forcefully parted lips,
plundering his mouth while using his hands to grope his way down Kai's body at
the same time. One of his hands slipped into Kai's pants, and Kai could feel
the lips against his turn up in a smirk as he encountered no undergarments to
deter him from his hand's goal. The silver-haired boy would have gasped at the
gloved hand that grabbed his cock in a firm, unmerciful grip if Vorkov's tongue
wasn't keeping his mouth occupied. The Director stroked the cock in his hand
once, and pulled away from Kai's lips to laugh out loud as the boy promptly
collapsed into his hold. "Are you really that sensitive?" he wondered
amusedly as he supported the boy's body with his own.

Kai shivered in Vorkov's hold and stammered out a shaky,
"St-stop!"

Vorkov only laughed at him, and took the chance to push him to the
floor, Kai's penis still held in his grasp. Beginning to stroke the sensitive
member rhythmically, he watched Kai writhe and squirm beneath his touch—his own
cock had never hardened so quickly.

Moving his free hand to unzip Kai's pants, he pulled the garment
down until it was bunched at the boy's knees. Then, unzipping his own pants,
the Director let free his fully erect member, which bounced a little in its
freedom before standing at attention. Kai's eyes widened in horror, and Vorkov
released the boy's cock so he could use both hands to spread his legs wide
enough for him to fit snugly between them. The Director's observant eyes didn't
miss the pink, abused hole that was thickly caked with dried blood and semen.
"You've been busy, and not just with Yuriy, it seems..." When Kai's
eyes lidded and his cheeks reddened in shame, Vorkov let out a deep, sinister
chuckle and brought a gloved hand up to his mouth. Pulling the glove off with
his teeth, he immediately reached down to thrust three fingers into Kai's hole
at once, some of the dried semen flaking off at the sudden entry. Kai's moan of
pain was music to the Director's ears, and he thrust the fingers in and out
with more force. "You're such a whore, Kai...I'm sure you're enjoying
this—that face of yours never lies."

"Don...don't..." Kai gasped as Vorkov pulled the fingers
out of his body only to push them in again with a fourth finger. After the
fourth finger was in, Vorkov slipped his thumb into Kai's hole so his entire
hand was up the boy's ass. The silver-haired boy felt tears of pain gather in
the corner of his eyes, clinging to his eyelashes before they slipped down the
side of his face to fall into his hair. Vorkov thrust his hand in and out of
Kai's ass harshly, not caring when the passage tore with the abuse and blood
slipped down his fingers with each thrust. Kai cried openly if silently,
writhing in pain, his legs spread like a wanton whore while Vorkov prepared him
like one.

When the Director finally removed his hand and positioned his
penis at Kai's entrance, the organ was swollen and purple from the strain of
his arousal, and the force of his entry reflected his impatience. Kai's mouth
opened wide in a silent scream and Vorkov took the chance to place four fingers
into the boy's mouth, ordering him to suck the fingers clean. "You're so
beautiful, my pretty little phoenix..." Vorkov murmured into Kai's ear as
he fucked him into the floor. "My own little slut, my little whore. I'll
thank your grandfather profusely later, for giving me to you."

Kai's eyes widened at that, teardrops that hadn't fallen from his
lashes flew into the air with the opening of his eyes. "Wha-what?" he
stammered, his shock seemed to have affected his speech—Kai couldn't remember a
time when he'd stuttered more than he did then.

"It's just what I said, my pretty little whore. Voltaire's
handed custody over you to me—you are mine by law."

If Kai hadn't broken from his experiences in the Abbey as a child,
if Kai's indomitable will hadn't broken from the rapes he'd experienced
recently...if Kai hadn't broken already, he broke with those words. Owned;
body, mind, and soul, Kai really was Vorkov's now in the eye of the law. He
hadn't liked his grandfather, but he'd thought he was worth more to the man
than to be given away so easily. Sold like a slave in an auction...

He sobbed, the tears flowing freely and quickly,
"Please...please...don't!"

"Don't what?" Vorkov asked, a sadistic tone of pleasure
in his voice. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

"Don't...don't...! Stop!"

Vorkov smiled to himself and thrust in harder, "As you wish,
Phoenix." The thrusts became rough and uncalculated as Vorkov let loose
and did what his body wanted. In and out, in and out, Vorkov's penis was
perhaps larger even than Boris', and although he'd been stretched beyond what
he thought was possible by the rough sex he'd had in abandon for the last few
days, their coupling was painful and unwilling on Kai's part.

Pausing in his thrusts, Vorkov adjusted their positions and using
one hand, keeping the other hand on Kai's waist, he pushed himself up off the
floor. Maneuvering so he remained lodged within Kai, Vorkov stood and walked to
his desk. Pushing Kai so the small of his back rested on the edge of the desk,
Vorkov pressed Kai against the table and resumed his movements within Kai's
body. The boy's passage was like a vice—something that both excited and
surprised him given the amount of times he expected Kai to have had sex in the
past few days.

There were no more words exchanged as Vorkov pushed in and out of
Kai against his desk, the drawers opening and closing with the force and weight
of the two bodies coupling against it. Kai's soft sobs and pained gasps mixed
with Vorkov's heavy panting as the Director finally found release within the
tight body he now owned, and Kai felt the rapid bursts of semen flood and fill
him.

It was with much relief that Kai allowed himself to pass out.

to be
continued

NOTE: The next part is. Um. Extremely graphic. And it is also the
reason why this took so long to come out. I got stuck and I didn't like the way
it was written. That and I only just finished dealing with RL and some academic
problems, deadlines, the like. So writing -in general- has been on a low
priority for me. I'll post Chapter 04 Part II after I finish fixing some areas.
Hopefully that won't take me months like it did this time.
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