dreaming comes so easily (heavensgardener) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-22 19:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | f: persona 2 |
shadowplay, Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Shadow Tatsuya/Jun
Title: shadowplay
Author/Artist: Lynne
Fandom: Persona 2: Innocent Sin
Prompt: Shadow Tatsuya/Jun - Non-consensual or semi-consensual sex - it both is and isn't his lover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rape, mindfuck, mental and emotional abuse. some spoilers for Innocent Sin just to be safe, AU-to-some-degree.
Summary: Jun gets lost inside the Leo Shrine...and encounters the shadow of his lover. Bad things ensue.
A/N: Late. Because I suck. there'll be a part 2 if I can manage to scrape it together.
The shadows slanted along the wall, and the only sound in the silence was the sound of their footsteps. A strange feeling of foreboding crackled down Jun's spine-something wasn't right here, a lingering sense of wrongness that had only grown stronger with every passing moment. And it was certainly strange that that sense of wrongness, while it had been present the entire time he'd been in the shrine-and it had certainly proven right when he'd somehow managed to get separated from the others-had only infinitely grown stronger once he'd found Tatsuya again, separated as well from the others. Something was very wrong here, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Is this the right way?" he asked, voice soft yet so loud in the silence, and Tatsuya nodded, quiet as ever.
Something still nagged at him, though, in the back of his head, everything felt wrong somehow, backwards, reversed-
Reversed-
And then, suddenly, everything hit him at once, the whispered warnings of his Persona that he hadn't quite heard until now- (it wasn't Tatsuya, wasn't the real one, was just his Shadow-)
The door out was across the room, so far away and yet so close, and Jun ran desperately, knowing just how much trouble he was in. His footsteps echoed, clear in the silence (not just his), and he reached for the handle of the door, almost-
(Too late).
One large hand clamped down painfully on both his wrists, and yanked him backward, pinning his arms up against his back: Jun struggled desperately against the greater strength holding him, (let me go let me go let me go) , somehow managed to get a hand free, took a breath and concentrated as he gestured with his free hand, summoning Cronos.
The harsh howl of winds swirled around him with the force of the spell, a deep-voiced cry of pain and then the grip on his arms loosened enough for him to tear himself free, throwing himself forward desperately, twisting and coming up on his feet.
Another spell, timed just right to knock the shadow off-balance, and Jun ran for the door again, full-out sprinting. His hand scrabbled desperately at the handle of the door, almost, he almost had it open-
"No, you won't." a hand tightened on his throat, reaching around from behind him, the other yanking him backward at the same time. Instinctively, Jun tried to tug at the shadow's hand, trying to break his grip, but to no avail, he couldn't breathe, dizziness tugging at him. "Hold still."
Abruptly, the grip on his neck loosened, Jun had only a moment to take a breath before the shadow pushed, no, threw him, too dizzy still from lack of air to even try to catch himself. He hit the wall hard, and slid down it limply, dizzy and hurting.
Everything was spinning, his head hurt, and it was hard to focus. Slowly, very slowly, everything came back into focus, he started to push himself up-
And the shadow knelt beside him, with his sword drawn, the blade pressed against his throat. Jun immediately stilled any attempt at motion, his eyes wide.
"Good," the shadow of his lover whispered, calm and somehow mocking. Fingers slid beneath his chin, warm, (far warmer then Jun would have expected, warm like Tatsuya's touch) and forced his face up, making him look at him. "You won't struggle anymore, will you?"
Jun stared at him, lips parting but no sound coming out, tendrils of fear snaking through him. It was somehow worse that he could tell that the shadow had no immediate intention of killing him, that he had something else entirely in mind, and his mind shied away from one of the possibilities.
"Very good," the shadow murmured, and laughed.
"What do you want with me?" Jun asked, hating the way his voice shook, trying to be calm even pinned by a dark reflection of his boyfriend with a sword at his throat.
"You'll see," fingers cupped his chin, caressing his cheek. "But first..." Jun really didn't like the sound of that pause, nor the way that the shadow watched him, coldly appraising. "Take off your clothes."
Jun just stared for a moment, hands shaking. No. No.
"Do as I say," lips pressed against his ear, cold calm whisper. "Or else."
The blade was an ever-present threat, and Jun closed his eyes, trying not to tremble. He could feel his hands shaking as he reached for the buttons on his school uniform, somehow managing to not pop off any of the buttons though his fingers were unsteady as he undid each button.
He tried not to think, tried not to remember, the gentleness of Tatsuya's hands as he touched him, as he kissed him, tried not to remember Tatsuya lying on the bed watching him undress with a quiet, appreciative smile.
The last of his clothing fell away, and Jun would have instinctively tried to cover himself with his hands, except that the shadow pinned both his wrists. He blushed, brightly, despite himself, wishing he wasn't but he couldn't help it.
"Pretty." the shadow murmured, mockingly, eyes taking him in. "So pretty. No wonder he bothers with you. And blushing like a little virgin, too. So you still have the shame to blush after all. I thought that you wouldn't."
Jun's eyes widened and he bit his lip, just as the shadow pushed him down, back against the cold floor. He looked away, and the telltale rustle of cloth was clear in the silence as the shadow unfastened his pants.
"Spread your legs." the shadow demanded, quietly, leaning over him: Jun didn't move for a long moment, even with the sword at his throat. "I said, spread your legs," the kiss of steel was cold against Jun's throat as the shadow pressed the edge a little harder against his skin, emphasizing his words.
"What's the matter? Suddenly shy?" he laughed, mockingly. "You shouldn't be, given that you were such a little whore with him."
Jun bit down on his lip, hard enough to bleed, and didn't move, again, until he could feel blood trickling down his neck as the sword was pressed even more against his throat. Reluctantly, and slowly, he parted his legs slightly: the edge of the blade pressed against his throat a little more, making the threat a little more obvious.
"All the way," the shadow said coldly, in his lover's voice, "Or I will slit your pretty white throat and rape you while you're dying, and unless you want that to be the last thing that ever happens to you, the last thing you ever feel, do what I say, you little slut."
He tried not to tremble as he obeyed, legs shaking as he parted them wide, wide as they would go, nails digging into his palms helplessly: he lay very still, eyes fluttering closed as weight settled on top of him, the familiar feel of the body pressed against him.
It was almost the same, but not the same, the calluses on large, tanned hands were the same, he knew the feel of Tatsuya's body almost as well as he knew his own name: it felt the same, but Tatsuya would never have done this, never, and Jun tried to ignore the little part of him that whispered, are you sure, Shadows are all the negative places people try to hide, bit down on his lip and turned his face away.
A hand gripped his hip, more then hard enough to leave bruises, and the shadow thrust into him roughly: it was agony, pain searing through him, and he bit his lip hard enough to bleed trying to suppress the scream. He wouldn't scream, he wouldn't, he wouldn't, even as the pain went on and on, overloading his senses.
As long as he closed his eyes and looked away, he could ignore the knowledge of who and what was doing this to him, block it all out: he could still feel it even through the disconnect, even though it wasn't quite real anymore, still feel the sensation of blood trickling down his thighs, of harsh thrusts.
"Look at me," that familiar, deep voice growled in his ear, hand tightening on his throat. "Open your eyes and look at me,"
Jun tried to breathe, he couldn't breathe, his eyes fluttering open as the shadow's hand tightened on his throat. He couldn't look away, or close his eyes again, disconnection spinning away and breaking apart into fragments of nothing, everything immediately real and agonizingly clear once again.
"Look at me," the shadow taunted again, leaning over him, that familiar face twisted into a very unfamiliar smirk. "You see him, don't you?"
Same voice, same face, same hands, same body: the lines were starting to blur with pain and fear and betrayal, he knew the shadow wasn't his lover, but at the same time, he was.
"You do," the same calm, deep-voiced whisper. "And you know."
(I love you.)
And unbidden, not from memory, spoke a soft voice in his head, that spoke with his lover's voice.
(I hate you.)
"You know," the shadow said, brushing bangs out of his eyes, a strangely gentle gesture contrasted with his brutality, with what he was doing at the same time (Jun felt like he was going to tear in two, his lips bleeding with how hard he was biting down to not scream). "He hides it well, he does."
He pressed a bruising kiss to Jun's lips-there was no gentleness in it, no lover's kiss, forceful and just as cruel as everything else he'd done.
"You want this." the shadow whispered, inky darkness almost seeming to slip into Jun's mind, again, as he spoke. "You little broken doll. You wanted him to hurt you. To really hurt you, not just the play-roughness, but really hurt you . To punish you for your sins."
His hand tightened on Jun's throat again, squeezing. "Humans are always drawn to their self-destruction, like a moth to flame."
(he couldn't breathe. he couldn't. but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to try).
"You desire this, to be hurt again and again and again for what you've done." the shadow crooned, his voice almost a lullaby even as he continued to thrust, even as he continued choking Jun. "That you don't deserve gentleness, kindness, love. Only agony. Again and again and again."
His thrusts were even harder and crueler, and Jun could barely bite back the scream.
"I will be the only one, and you are mine." the shadow whispered. "And I will break you, again and again and again, until there is nothing left."
One last thrust, even more brutal then any of the ones before: Jun screamed, clear and breaking, and mercifully, everything slipped away.