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kat8chaTitle: Wonders
Author: Me
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Pairing: Vincent/Break Break/Liam hints
Rating: R
Warnings: Rape, Vincent is a creeper.
Summary: Break is left alone in a room in Pandora, Vincent finds him and decides to play with him... without his permission.
A/N: Another kink meme response
Break had managed to hide his blindness for a week, long enough for him to recover his strength and be fit to leave his bed. It was also long enough that both he and Liam feared the blindness would be permanent. Not that Break had engaged much of a hope that the blindness would fade with time, he knew his own time was running out. Oz's escape from Abyss meant that the end was coming, and if Break was lucky he would manage to make it to the beginning of the end alive. It was all Break could do for Sharon and Shelly and Lady Cheryl.
"Wait here." Liam says, and he lets go of Break's arm. Liam is actually quite skilled at leading the blind, Break assumes it has something to do with Duke Barma and his irritating reluctance to show his real face. Break can feel the soft, cool leather arm of the couch beneath his hand and reluctantly he takes a seat. The smell of the room is familiar, but Break has no idea where they are besides a general idea. They are in Pandora Headquarters. Break never paid much attention to lefts, rights, or stairs before. Now Break found it was unnerving to not know where he was. "Break?"
"Sorry, Liam." Break smiles his usual smile. It's been slipping more and more lately, perhaps he is not quite recovered yet. "I'll wait. Don't worry! Go off and be a busy boy."
Liam sighs. He doesn't do that as often anymore, perhaps because Break's disability levels the playing field. Break needs Liam so that he can keep up the act.
A moment's weakness would bring the jackal's down on Break's body while he had breath still in him… although he would likely not be breathing long.
The door opens and closes, it's a whisper of sound when Liam does it. Break himself always loudly slams doors, while Oz and Gil barely seem to notice the noise their entrances make. Alice does not bother to close doors behind her, and Break's Lady Sharon likes the kick the door quickly and firmly shut behind her… unless someone is watching and then she closes it in a lady like and demure manner.
Break humms and leans his head back on the couch. He wishes he could see so that he might read. Being blind is incredibly boring, although Break is still in the stage of exploration and discovery. He has found that it is ridiculously easy to get lost without ever leaving a room, and that different people smell and breath differently, and he is learning more and more about how to look like he meant to walk into that wall. It helps that Break is a fool, and that everyone has always held him as such. Still, he knows that Sharon is beginning to suspect, and the dark clouds of suspicion are forming over Raven's head. It won't be long before Break has to let them in on his little secret.
Unless Liam's little search turns up something that is helpful. Break hopes it does, he would so hate to disappoint the Rainsworth women.
The door opens with a creak, and closes with a click. It's not a familiar sound, nor are the footsteps that enter the room. Break smiles his usual smile and tilts his head in the direction of the intruder. No one he has seen yet, and they had chosen a day to come in when many Pandora servants would be out running around. Break has absolutely no idea who this person is. At least not until they take a step closer and Break is assailed by the smell of roses.
"You must be in quite the good mood to great me with a smile, Xerxes Break." Another soft step forward, an intensification to the smell of roses. Break can hear the sound of Vincent Nightray's hair slithering along his shoulders, and of the rustle of Vincent's clothing. He hopes it is not a sound he will need to familiarize himself with.
"Haven't you heard? I just recovered from a dreadful useless seaweed head caused affliction. I have every right to be cheerful." Break's smile drops, turns into a small little mock frown. "Of course, that was before I had to put up with the seaweed head's thorny brother. I suppose I shall have to take to my bed again."
Vincent laughs carelessly, and all the sudden Break feels Vincent Nightray's hand on his chin. "Ever since I stepped into the room you haven't paid any attention to my face." Vincent tips Break's head up. "Is there something wrong?"
Break wants to glance around frantically; Vincent's voice seems to come from everywhere at once. Instead he grips Vincent's wrist tightly and pulls the young man's hand away. "I just did not feel like losing my lunch." Break stands then and his body brushes Vincent's. They are too close, and Break is not sure how well he could defend himself. "Excuse me, the sight of you is upsetting my stomach."
Break takes one step past Vincent and towards the door before he is stopped.
"Really." Vincent clutches Break's arm tightly and pulls him back. Break's cane comes out to smack down hard on Vincent's hand, but Vincent does not break away until he has managed to swing Break fully around in a circle. More than that when Vincent does let go he spins Break.
Break teeters. He is no longer near the couch, but he cannot feel the brush of curtains or the heat from the fire. Break is not sure what will happen should he allow himself to lose his balance. Break stands his ground anyway. He is sure that Vincent is in front of him, and the door is right behind Vincent.
A rustle of clothes to his left, Break looks that way.
"Is there something interesting about my coat? Or that chair?" Vincent purrs into Break's ear from the right. "Xerxes Break, I am beginning to think," Break's attempt to thrust his cane into Vincent's solar plexus is foiled when Vincent yanks the cane away. "I am beginning to think that you cannot see me." Vincent tosses Break's cane away and he can hear it clatter and then bang against the fire place's grate. The fire must be to his right then, so behind him should be the counter with the vase and flowers. Break jerks away from Vincent and takes a step back, he can feel the counter now under his hands. Break reaches out to find the vase…
"Looking for this?" Flowers and cool water cascade over the top of Break's head.
Break splutters. Things are moving too fast, *Vincent* is moving fast, and Break cannot see. Being blind in one eye is nothing compared to losing sight in both.
"Now you're all wet, Mister Mad hatter." Vincent purrs, and his hands are on Break's clothes now. "We should get you out of those clothes."
Break fights Vincent each step of the way. With an opponent so close he cannot miss, but it seems as if nothing he does fazes Vincent. Break is sure that it is because Vincent has had his fair share of unwilling bed partners. Break's wet Pandora coat is knotted around his wrists and Break's sodden shirt is twisted around his elbows. Break is exposed to Vincent's perusal and he twitches when Vincent's chilly finger tips ghost along his exposed seal.
"I always wondered." Vincent is straddling Break's waist and he leans forward to 'get a better look' or so Break assumes. Vincent's hair slithers off his shoulders to fall forward. The mass of blond tickles Break's chest, and Break inhales and exhales slowly. He cannot let Vincent know that he is getting to him, even when Vincent's lips plant themselves in the middle of Break's seal.
It's not easy for Vincent, but he makes it seem easy. Break wonders if it's true that the loss of sight makes everything strangely heightened because he both feels every inch of violated skin and yet feels strangely numb at the same time. When Vincent presses into him, Break barely prepped, and with no lube by spittle, Break feels rubbed raw. Every thrust feels like his soul is being speared, every stroke of Vincent's long-fingered elegant hand over Break's private parts makes Break feel like the shattered remnants of his soul are being dragged out of him. His body is both on fire and icy cold, and Break cannot stop shuddering.
Or shivering.
He comes, disgustingly enough, and turns his head away. He imagines that Vincent Nightray is a vision in disarray, a Renaissance artist's depiction of a lusty Cupid. Break cannot see him, he can only feel the painful violation and hear the animal, guttural panting as Vincent works himself into a frenzy. Sex is neither clean nor beautiful, and when you cannot see the illusion all that is left is the reality of the affair.
"You look a mess, Break." Vincent is standing over him now, and Break pushes his hand away when Vincent playfully 'tugs' his clothes back into order. "What will Liam think of you?"
Break lies on the floor until Vincent leaves, and then he sits up gingerly. His ass stings, and his lower back aches fiercely. If Break is not careful he will end up right back in bed. Break stands, he rearranges his shirt, and then his pants, and then the rest of his outfit. Without sight he cannot manage to get everything back into place but Break is reasonably sure he is all covered up. With even the coat on the sight of Vincent's semen dripping down his leg shouldn't be noticeable. Break has only just settled himself onto the couch when the door swings open again.
"Break?" Liam's voice, and there is an edge of relief to it. "Good, you didn't le- Break?"
Liam rounds the couch to touch Break's cheek, and Break can't help it. He leans forward and falls into Liam's arms.
Broken.
Author: Me
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Pairing: Vincent/Break Break/Liam hints
Rating: R
Warnings: Rape, Vincent is a creeper.
Summary: Break is left alone in a room in Pandora, Vincent finds him and decides to play with him... without his permission.
A/N: Another kink meme response
Break had managed to hide his blindness for a week, long enough for him to recover his strength and be fit to leave his bed. It was also long enough that both he and Liam feared the blindness would be permanent. Not that Break had engaged much of a hope that the blindness would fade with time, he knew his own time was running out. Oz's escape from Abyss meant that the end was coming, and if Break was lucky he would manage to make it to the beginning of the end alive. It was all Break could do for Sharon and Shelly and Lady Cheryl.
"Wait here." Liam says, and he lets go of Break's arm. Liam is actually quite skilled at leading the blind, Break assumes it has something to do with Duke Barma and his irritating reluctance to show his real face. Break can feel the soft, cool leather arm of the couch beneath his hand and reluctantly he takes a seat. The smell of the room is familiar, but Break has no idea where they are besides a general idea. They are in Pandora Headquarters. Break never paid much attention to lefts, rights, or stairs before. Now Break found it was unnerving to not know where he was. "Break?"
"Sorry, Liam." Break smiles his usual smile. It's been slipping more and more lately, perhaps he is not quite recovered yet. "I'll wait. Don't worry! Go off and be a busy boy."
Liam sighs. He doesn't do that as often anymore, perhaps because Break's disability levels the playing field. Break needs Liam so that he can keep up the act.
A moment's weakness would bring the jackal's down on Break's body while he had breath still in him… although he would likely not be breathing long.
The door opens and closes, it's a whisper of sound when Liam does it. Break himself always loudly slams doors, while Oz and Gil barely seem to notice the noise their entrances make. Alice does not bother to close doors behind her, and Break's Lady Sharon likes the kick the door quickly and firmly shut behind her… unless someone is watching and then she closes it in a lady like and demure manner.
Break humms and leans his head back on the couch. He wishes he could see so that he might read. Being blind is incredibly boring, although Break is still in the stage of exploration and discovery. He has found that it is ridiculously easy to get lost without ever leaving a room, and that different people smell and breath differently, and he is learning more and more about how to look like he meant to walk into that wall. It helps that Break is a fool, and that everyone has always held him as such. Still, he knows that Sharon is beginning to suspect, and the dark clouds of suspicion are forming over Raven's head. It won't be long before Break has to let them in on his little secret.
Unless Liam's little search turns up something that is helpful. Break hopes it does, he would so hate to disappoint the Rainsworth women.
The door opens with a creak, and closes with a click. It's not a familiar sound, nor are the footsteps that enter the room. Break smiles his usual smile and tilts his head in the direction of the intruder. No one he has seen yet, and they had chosen a day to come in when many Pandora servants would be out running around. Break has absolutely no idea who this person is. At least not until they take a step closer and Break is assailed by the smell of roses.
"You must be in quite the good mood to great me with a smile, Xerxes Break." Another soft step forward, an intensification to the smell of roses. Break can hear the sound of Vincent Nightray's hair slithering along his shoulders, and of the rustle of Vincent's clothing. He hopes it is not a sound he will need to familiarize himself with.
"Haven't you heard? I just recovered from a dreadful useless seaweed head caused affliction. I have every right to be cheerful." Break's smile drops, turns into a small little mock frown. "Of course, that was before I had to put up with the seaweed head's thorny brother. I suppose I shall have to take to my bed again."
Vincent laughs carelessly, and all the sudden Break feels Vincent Nightray's hand on his chin. "Ever since I stepped into the room you haven't paid any attention to my face." Vincent tips Break's head up. "Is there something wrong?"
Break wants to glance around frantically; Vincent's voice seems to come from everywhere at once. Instead he grips Vincent's wrist tightly and pulls the young man's hand away. "I just did not feel like losing my lunch." Break stands then and his body brushes Vincent's. They are too close, and Break is not sure how well he could defend himself. "Excuse me, the sight of you is upsetting my stomach."
Break takes one step past Vincent and towards the door before he is stopped.
"Really." Vincent clutches Break's arm tightly and pulls him back. Break's cane comes out to smack down hard on Vincent's hand, but Vincent does not break away until he has managed to swing Break fully around in a circle. More than that when Vincent does let go he spins Break.
Break teeters. He is no longer near the couch, but he cannot feel the brush of curtains or the heat from the fire. Break is not sure what will happen should he allow himself to lose his balance. Break stands his ground anyway. He is sure that Vincent is in front of him, and the door is right behind Vincent.
A rustle of clothes to his left, Break looks that way.
"Is there something interesting about my coat? Or that chair?" Vincent purrs into Break's ear from the right. "Xerxes Break, I am beginning to think," Break's attempt to thrust his cane into Vincent's solar plexus is foiled when Vincent yanks the cane away. "I am beginning to think that you cannot see me." Vincent tosses Break's cane away and he can hear it clatter and then bang against the fire place's grate. The fire must be to his right then, so behind him should be the counter with the vase and flowers. Break jerks away from Vincent and takes a step back, he can feel the counter now under his hands. Break reaches out to find the vase…
"Looking for this?" Flowers and cool water cascade over the top of Break's head.
Break splutters. Things are moving too fast, *Vincent* is moving fast, and Break cannot see. Being blind in one eye is nothing compared to losing sight in both.
"Now you're all wet, Mister Mad hatter." Vincent purrs, and his hands are on Break's clothes now. "We should get you out of those clothes."
Break fights Vincent each step of the way. With an opponent so close he cannot miss, but it seems as if nothing he does fazes Vincent. Break is sure that it is because Vincent has had his fair share of unwilling bed partners. Break's wet Pandora coat is knotted around his wrists and Break's sodden shirt is twisted around his elbows. Break is exposed to Vincent's perusal and he twitches when Vincent's chilly finger tips ghost along his exposed seal.
"I always wondered." Vincent is straddling Break's waist and he leans forward to 'get a better look' or so Break assumes. Vincent's hair slithers off his shoulders to fall forward. The mass of blond tickles Break's chest, and Break inhales and exhales slowly. He cannot let Vincent know that he is getting to him, even when Vincent's lips plant themselves in the middle of Break's seal.
It's not easy for Vincent, but he makes it seem easy. Break wonders if it's true that the loss of sight makes everything strangely heightened because he both feels every inch of violated skin and yet feels strangely numb at the same time. When Vincent presses into him, Break barely prepped, and with no lube by spittle, Break feels rubbed raw. Every thrust feels like his soul is being speared, every stroke of Vincent's long-fingered elegant hand over Break's private parts makes Break feel like the shattered remnants of his soul are being dragged out of him. His body is both on fire and icy cold, and Break cannot stop shuddering.
Or shivering.
He comes, disgustingly enough, and turns his head away. He imagines that Vincent Nightray is a vision in disarray, a Renaissance artist's depiction of a lusty Cupid. Break cannot see him, he can only feel the painful violation and hear the animal, guttural panting as Vincent works himself into a frenzy. Sex is neither clean nor beautiful, and when you cannot see the illusion all that is left is the reality of the affair.
"You look a mess, Break." Vincent is standing over him now, and Break pushes his hand away when Vincent playfully 'tugs' his clothes back into order. "What will Liam think of you?"
Break lies on the floor until Vincent leaves, and then he sits up gingerly. His ass stings, and his lower back aches fiercely. If Break is not careful he will end up right back in bed. Break stands, he rearranges his shirt, and then his pants, and then the rest of his outfit. Without sight he cannot manage to get everything back into place but Break is reasonably sure he is all covered up. With even the coat on the sight of Vincent's semen dripping down his leg shouldn't be noticeable. Break has only just settled himself onto the couch when the door swings open again.
"Break?" Liam's voice, and there is an edge of relief to it. "Good, you didn't le- Break?"
Liam rounds the couch to touch Break's cheek, and Break can't help it. He leans forward and falls into Liam's arms.
Broken.
