Monster, Chapter 1

I usually disapprove of RapeTruck!Russia, but this has a story to it, and it eventually won't be rape anymore. Yes, this is a multi-chapter fic. It's based off of the song, Monster by Meg and Dia, but no, it's not a song fic.

And no, it's not going to end like the song does. For those of you that do know the song, or look it up

He didn't know any better.

But this time, he went too far.

"Yao, can I talk to you?" the tall boy approached him.
"Um sure. What's wrong?"
"I just wanted to say..." he rocked back and forth back in his heels, "I love you~!"

Silence.

"W-What? That's a bit sudden, are you feeling alright...?" Yao was so utterly confused, he didn't know how to react.
"I'm fine. Do you love me?" he asked, a childish tone to his voice.
"U-Uh, I don't know, I hardly know you at all." the small Asian stuttered out, because the Russian boy was closing in on him, backing him up to a corner.
Ivan cupped his face, and forced it forward. "Yes, I don't know you that much either, but I still love you." he lied, he knew everything he could possibly know, without talking to him much.
Yao chuckled nervously, "Aiya, saying such things." he looked to the side.
The taller boy smiled, "I'm going to take you to my home now."
"Wait, what?" his eyes grew wide. What was even happening?

Ivan grabbed him, and held him strongly in his arms, no matter how much Yao tried to struggled out of his grasp, he held on tight, his grip bruising his ankles, and forearm. He walked down the sidewalk, slowly, it started to rain, slow droplets fell from the sky at a leisurely pace.

"Ah, better hurry, or you'll get sick." he quickened his pace, Ivan said to Yao, not really waiting or expecting a reply.
"You're hurting me." Yao hoarsely whispered, he was in panic mode, but he didn't know what to do. The clutches of the other keeping his body in such a position he could barely move, cramped, and a bit claustrophobic, his breathing picked up.
"But, I love you...Don't they say, that love hurts?" he placed a kiss on his forehead, and Yao almost felt a tenderness.

Yeah, but not this kind of hurt. What was wrong with this guy? Thinking that saying, 'I love you', would make this any better.

He almost forgot about the situation, from the sweetness of that kiss, but a wet raindrop brought him back to the reality. He was still getting kidnapped.

The walking of his kidnapper stopped, he was at his house.

"One second, I just need to get the key~" Ivan dipped his hand down, while still keeping a hold on Yao, and retrieved his house keys.

He walked into the spacious mansion, only silence greeted the two, Ivan's smile never faded.

"We're going to go upstairs now." he said, smiling all the wider.
"O-Okay." was all he could choke out, maybe he could just play along, and he'd be released.

Yao could only wonder where his parents were, he thought Ivan had siblings, but just like the parents, they were nowhere in sight. The house was eerily quiet, and looked like a lot of the furniture and things have been untouched for a while now.

So untouched, that a layer of dust covered the things that weren't used frequently.

As he was carried up the stairs, he noticed that they were carpeted with a dark red plush carpet. He almost smiled at the sight of his favorite color, but he couldn't. He still had this fear in his stomach, he had no clue what his captor was going to do.

What was going to happen? Ivan was already creepy, but home alone with him, made it even worse.

Ivan, still having his iron grip on Yao, opened his bedroom door. A dull white welcomed them in, but the white looked rather grey at this time, the rain, and clouds having an effect on the weak color.

He set the elder down on the bed, and straddled him, keeping his arms upright around Yao's head, acting like a jail, he couldn't escape. Ivan smiled, he'd seen his father do this so many times, it was time to show Yao how much he loved and adored him.

Ivan kissed the unsuspecting Yao, his force of his lips moving against the other's, growing quickly. Yao tried to kiss back, at least just as hard, but his lips started to hurt, it was sure to leave a bruise or two.

"I love you." Ivan said as he looked directly into Yao's scared eyes.

The larger boy shifted his hand to clutch his wrist, as his other hand worked on removing his school uniform, the buttons popping easily.

Yao could only whimper in response, he didn't want to say anything to provoke or anger Ivan, so he stayed as quiet as he could, that was until Ivan clamped a hot mouth around his chest, and sucked on his now pert nipple. He let out a gasp, feeling the other's tongue pad roughly around it.

It felt quite good, and was rather arousing, until Ivan bit down hard. Yao let out a high pitched gasp, sucking in a breath at the pain. His lips were attacked once again, but since his mouth was ajar, Ivan had access to his cavern.

He explored, and sucked on Yao's tongue, it was a bit rough, but arousing nonetheless. Yao couldn't help if he was a bit of a masochist, and was sort of enjoying this type of treatment.

So he got quite used to it, and groaned a bit when he felt Ivan's teeth sink into his lower lip. The younger male, ran a thumb along his slightly swollen lip, blood starting to leak out, he lapped it up slowly, and made a move to undo Yao's pants.

Yao didn't resist, how could he? Ivan had a bit of a setback undoing his pants, from the tent that now formed within it, but he didn't mind, that meant he was doing it right... He palmed Yao's erection, that was still restrained from his boxers, but no longer his pants. Yao let out a soft moan, provoking Ivan to go further.

Ivan's never seen his father have sex with another man before, so he was a little nervous. He had though, imagined what he would do, every night, before he went to bed. Everything was pretty well planned, sort of...

He didn't want his first time to go so fast, if you could call it his first time, so he went up to Yao's milky neck, and bit down hard, drawing blood almost right away, he sucked what he could of the copper tasting blood from the wound, and proceeded to get rid of Yao's underwear.

"I-Ivan. Are you going to keep your clothes on?" Yao breathed out, and tugged lightly at his scarf, with his free arm.

"Ah." He took his free hand and unbuttoned his shirt, as Yao worked on his pants, Ivan didn't take off his lavender coloured scarf though.

Little did he know, Ivan wasn't the best lover.

Or a gentle one at least.

Pulling Yao into another searing kiss, he worked on prepping him, because he knew, that he would not be able to fit in him, without some prep. But Yao was extremely tight, so two fingers at once, caused a great deal of pain, resulting in a loud yelp from the Asian.

"Shhh..." Ivan cooed, and thrust the two fingers in again, erecting yet another held back scream and tears.

Ivan tilted his head, "I said be quiet, da? Not so loud, please."

Yao only whimpered this time, as the fingers tried stretching him, but before he was even halfway prepped, Ivan positioned himself, and wasted no time in thrusting in.

Yao bit down hard on his own lip, irritating the wound that was already on it, he screamed yet again, in even more pain than before.

This time, Ivan had it, he covered Yao's screaming mouth with his hand, and thrust in again. It was very hard, because, one because, Yao was so tight, two, Ivan didn't prep him enough, and three, because Ivan was fairly big. By now, all you could hear was muffled screams, the pain was still there, and had yet to turn into pleasure. Yao could feel himself breaking, his skin ripping, and most likely bleeding. After a few rough thrusts in, the pain finally subdued, but never disappeared completely.

He stopped his screaming, and struggled a bit to move Ivan's big hand, who eventually released it, and let Yao breathe. Breathe in what he could, his breathing was labored, the pain, pleasure, and of the physical labor of sex.

Sex? More like rape. Yes, that what it was. Rape. Ivan was raping him, it was too rough, too rough to be even sex. Plus he barely knew him, so it's not like he loved him.

No, he would never love Ivan. Not after this.

Nevertheless, the pleasure blinded him from his sanity and pride. Yao wrapped his legs around Ivan's hips, wanting to make the most of this, wanting to feel him deeper inside. Not because of love, because of lust. Dastardly sin it was, distracting you from what's really happening, and what's right.

He let out a moan, a loud one at that. Even though Ivan wasn't very good at this, the sheer size of him, was enough to set Yao on edge. Desperate for any tenderness at the moment, he pulled Ivan into another kiss, though it wasn't as skilled as their previously shared ones. A sloppy, but passionate in it's own way.

Tongues met each other for no particular reason, slipping and sliding against each other, a blind action. Yet now, well into their session, the tightness of Yao was getting unbearable, the heat building up, and Ivan could not hold on for much longer.

Sadly, for Yao, he would have to stroke himself to climax, because Ivan obviously wasn't going to do it. He reached his hand down to give some attention to his ignored member, which has grown hard, and slick with precum. He gasped, and let out a breathless moan, the feeling was intense, and he felt his body convulse at the sudden touch.

Yao slowly began to move his hand along the length of his cock, letting out moans, which grew closer and closer together, they mixed in with Ivan's, creating a loud erotic symphony. He knew he had to climax before Ivan, because if Ivan climaxed first, he would stop, and Yao would be empty, with an aching erection.

The terrible thought infected his mind, and he quickened the pace of his stroking. He could tell Ivan was close as well, his pace becoming animalistic. Yao shuddered as he reached his climax, he groaned out, his seed covered Ivan's sweaty chest and stomach.

Ivan bit down harshly on Yao's shoulder, eliciting a cry. He thrust himself in him a few times, before filling Yao with his own essence, mixing in with Yao's blood.

"J-Jao." he groaned, his accent seeping back in his words.
"A-Ah!" Yao threw his head back, it didn't feel good anymore, and pain threw itself back at him. The protection of pleasure gone, his ass hurt, and Yao confirmed to himself that he was in fact, bleeding.

Ivan pulled out, and flopped down beside Yao, who was hissing things in his native tongue.

He stroked the Asian's pained face, "I love you," he placed an arm around him, and pulled the covers back up over them. Ivan quickly fell asleep, dead tired.

"Someone please help me," he whispered, and looked sadly at the window, the rain came down hard, the only sound, other than Ivan's breathing to lull him to sleep. He didn't know why he decided to say that, he knew no one would come help. Ivan probably already planned this.

For the first time in years, Yao cried. Not because of the pain, because he was confused. He didn't know what was next, and he was scared. He proceeded to sleep without dreams, in Ivan's big arms.

Eh...Bittersweet Lemon. Plot comes in next Chapter. It gets better, so don't be turned off by the rape.

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