Ben/Albedo Ben/Kevin male/male rape non-con inflictions pain psychological abuse physical abuse... The list goes on, people, the list goes on.

In the End

-All we ever knew or know was given to us by another, that is why life is such a painful tragedy or a lovely romance-

The knife easily cut through his skin across his inner thighs. A small moan was granted access to leave his throat as his head titled to the side from the pain and feeling of his blood dripping down landing on the cold grimy concrete. Shuffling came from beside him as lips and a tongue trailed over the wound, lapping up the blood, before moving away waiting for the next wound to be carved into the soft pale flesh of the naked teen.

"High." The voice had a smirking tone to it as the teen made a cut, opposite leg, closer to the deep abrasion near his dick and torn hole. "Yeah, that's it." The voice leaned down, white hair touching the growing erection, as he lapped and sucked harshly on the wound. "Stomach."

The teen looked at the other, his eyes glazed over with pain and desire. A firm nod came as the hunting knife was placed at the tip of his six-pack and trailed down past his naval and to end a few inches from his waist line. The other, straddling the teens' legs, trailed his tongue along the wound, his hands soon following causing the teen beneath him to tremble when the fingers began pulling apart the skin.

"Neck." He commanded, pressing his hand against the stomach wound as trembling hands holding the knife raised to his throat and cut a thin deep line, not enough to kill, from ear to ear making a grim lunatic smirk cross the white haired teens face as he licked, bite down, and ripped the wound open for more red oozing blood to be swallowed by his hungry mouth.

"Wrist." The white haired teen pulled back watching how the skin beneath him paled. "Both." A small nod came as a response as the other did as told; blood dripped from the knife's handle as it was dropped to the ground.

He raised both hands to his lips kissing them as he warped his mouth around the wounds drinking the blood from the teen beneath him, whose growing erection was already pre-cuming. The hands dropped to the ground as the white haired teen's fingers teased the hardened flesh.

"How rough?" A whimper escaped the throat as a few drops of blood dripped from the blood drinking teen's mouth onto the floor. He didn't wait for an answer as he pushed his own member into the other causing him to buck and scream in pain.

The cut up teen lashed out before gripping the white haired teen's shoulders, nails digging into flesh, before looking into the red eyes. The grin looking down at him made tears trail down his face.

"Scream." The teen did as he was told as a horrifying scream left the others lips before silence, his mouth still opened to scream, before he gasped out for breath as something flashed in his vision. "What is my name?"

The other didn't respond to the red glowing eyes.

"My name." the sadistic grin grew as the other noticed the hunting knife rose to pierce his chest.

"Albedo." The other coughed out as the knife lowered slowly, gently, to cut into the others shoulder the name of his torturer.

"What is your name?" confusion wept passed the eyes as they closed trying to remember.

He had forgotten his name in the years he had been with 'him', even that amount of time was something he didn't know.

"Your name." the blade rose ready to strike.

"I don't have one." The grin returned as he nodded.

"That's right, you haven't been given one." The blade trailed down the air to rest on the others cheek. "I'll give you a name." the blade nicked the flesh. "Benjamin Tennyson." Both nodded. "Ben." Again they both nodded.

"Ben Tennyson," the one below Albedo stated. "That's my name."

"Good." Albedo dropped down kissing Ben's lips. "Now you have to go." Confusion again drifted over the face of Ben as he stared up into the red eyes. "You have a family meeting, a family that I picked out for you." A jolt of happiness erupted from Ben's chest at the thought of finally being given a family.

"When-." He was stopped as the lips were against his own.

"Don't talk." The knife was placed in Ben's hands. "Hip." Ben responded with the slicing of his flesh. "Forehead." The tip dug into the middle of Ben's eyes and jaggedly went up. "Bottom of your feet." Albedo moved for this one as Ben carved circles into his own feet. "Calves."

"Shins." His voice echoed in the silence as the teen submitted again.