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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Male_Character/Original_Male_Character, Reiichi_Akashi/Yumidena
      Akiyama
  Character:
      Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male_Character(s), Original
      Characters, Reiichi_Akashi, Yumidena_Akiyama, Kasey_Luckster
  Additional Tags:
      Past_Rape/Non-con, Child_Abuse, Child_Neglect, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Crossdressing, Past_Torture
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-25 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1756
****** You Sure You Want Me? ******
by Terence
Summary
     Yumidena Akiyama. Your normal teenager. If normal includes being
     beat, made to do sexual favours, crossdressing, being gay, and having
     an rape victim as a friend.
     (As usual, my summery sucks ass. So PLEASE just try it. PLEASE!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
I sigh and shake my head as Kasey squeaks and squeals to herself as she tries
to find the 'perfect' outfit. She suddenly screams and turns towards me,
clutching a tiny black and purple cocktail dress with ruffles. She stares at me
expectantly. My eyes widen as I understand what she wants from me.
"No! Hell to the fucking no! Not in front of at LEAST a thousand people!" She
batters her long eyelashes that I'm kinda jealous of, and gently puts the dress
down as she signs to me.
"Please, Yumi? For me? I mean, it is my birthday." I glare at her as she pulls
my heartstrings. She starts pouting and I can see moisture in her eyes. Shit.
She's serious about this. I force myself to look away and focus on why I
shouldn't.
"No. We going to a concert, right? Not only that, but one of Reiichi's
concerts, right? There's going to be A LOT of people. You know I'm already
going to have a problem with that. I really don't need that already tiny dress
to ride up just a centimeter and everyone to see my balls. I-I'd be teased and
mocked and kicked out and-" I suddenly gasp, panic taking over my thoughts,
"What if there's someone we know?! Oh god, I'd lose the few friends I have! And
Dad! Oh my god, if Dad heard about this-" I'm cut off from my worried rambling
by a warm, tight hug from Kasey. She makes shushing sounds and pets my head,
trying to stop the panic attack. I gasp and pant, scared by all the possible
things that could go wrong.
She sits us down on her red and blue bed and press my head against her chest,
forcing me to listen to her steady breathing and soothing heartbeat. I get the
message she can't say and try to match my breathing with hers. Once I'm not
hyperventilating, and somewhat calm, she pulls me back and tries, not for the
first time, to talk to me. Nothing comes out and she sigh and pulls me close
one again. I hear her sniff and know she's beating and berating herself. I pull
out of the comforting embrace, kiss her forehead, and place my face against her
neck, before I start speaking.
"You don't need to force yourself. You really don't. You know I don't care
whether you can talk or not. I already love and care about you; you don't have
to talk to make me feel this," I whisper into her neck. I kiss her neck both to
prove my point and to calm her down.
 
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I know what your thinking. You think this is just some weird story about a
broken girl and a panicky boy. Well, you're kinda right. Just not the way you
think. Let me explain. We are NOT dating. We do not WANT to be dating. I bet
you're confused. We just best friends who are extremely touchy feely. I know, I
know, people always use that excuse. But it's true.
Reason ichi: I'm not interested in women. I'm about as straight as a circle.
Gayer than a rainbow. Yup, I'm 10000% homosexual. I love the hard bodies of
men, not the supple, squishy flesh of women and I'm not ashamed of it. Why
should I be?
Reason ni: She's not interested in men. Not at all. Her father and I are the
only men allowed to touch her. Men were completely ruined for her after what
happened when she was 11. When she was 11, she was kidnapped and brutally raped
and tortured for months until she was found. It took years for her to cope, and
even now, at 18, she's not fully healed. She hasn't spoken a word since. But
every once in a while, she'd try to talk to me or her father. But she just
couldn't. But we still love her. That just won't change.
But yea. There ya go. Now, please continue reading about the weird and fucked
up things going on in my life.
 
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I pucker my lips and put on the black lipstick. What? I love make up. I let
Kasey do my eyeshadow and mascara as I focus on my lips. I do this so often, I
don't need my eyes. At least when I'm doing my lips. She pulls her hands away
and claps, signifying that she's done.
I blink a few times before I push myself closer to the mirror, so blind that
everything's blurry as fuck. Damn. I left my contacts at home, my glasses take
away some of my sexiness, and I'd rather fall on my face a few times than go
home and let Dad see me with make up and a dress on. I shudder at the mere
thought. Kase seems to notice and kisses the top of my head.
"Wear your glasses." I pout.
"But I don't wanna," I run my hands down my slender body and sway my hips, "It
takes away from my sexiness."
I think I see her frame shake with laughter. Damn. I really do need them. I
sigh and hold my hand out. She shakes her head and gently puts the black and
purple glasses in my hand. I put them on and blink a few times as my vision
clears considerably.
I put a finger to my lips as I look at myself. I'm wearing a different dress,
but it's still the same colors. This dress is knee length, and has the shadow
of flowers and leaves on the front. The dress part is completely purple, minus
the engravings. The shoulder part is black and the dress is just beautiful. I
inwardly sigh and wish I was beautiful. Sure, I joke and kid about how sexy I
am, but I really don't believe it. I'm ugly at best.
Kase notices the sad look on my face and flicks my forehead to get my
attention. When she's sure she has it, she slowly and firmly signs, "Yumidena
Akiyama, you are beautiful. I refuse to have you believe otherwise. If you
aren't beautiful, I'm an elephant's ass!" I burst out in laughter at the last
part. My laughter dies down when I see how serious she is. I stare at her, and
in turn, she stares at me.
"I swear it on my lost virginity that you. Are. Beautiful." My jaw hits the
floor. Did she just...? She nods, reading my thoughts. I feel tears well up in
my eyes. She NEVER, EVER mentions the fact that her virginity was taken away. I
hug her and put my head on her shoulder, subconsciously trying not to ruin my
make up.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you," I
whisper, tears streaming down my face, effectively ruining my mascara. She rubs
my back as I revel in what she told me. I have never been told I was beautiful.
I had only been told by my father countless time how disgusting and ugly and
fat and- Kase kisses the shell of my ear, scaring me out of my thoughts.
She chuckles lightly and pats my back. She pushes me off and signs to me once
more, "You are beautiful. Now let's fix your ruined make up!" She grins, making
me sniff a bit and grin back.
 
 
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I cling to her arm as she opens the door for me, knowing I wouldn't get out
otherwise. I lower my head when I notice that most of the people in the parking
lot are staring at us. I look up just in time to see this guy reaching for
Kasey's arm. I straighten my small, 5 4" frame and slap the fuck out of his
hand.
He glares at me and pulls me towards him by my shoulder length, brown hair. I
gasp at the slight, prickling pain racing across my scalp. He leans in towards
my face and harshly kisses me. I yell and try to push him away, but he yanks my
head into a awkward position. I hear Kasey gasp, and a punch landing somewhere.
I try to turn my head to see if she's okay, but the guy chooses that moment to
bite the shit out of my lip, drawing blood. Okay, I'm done with this shit. I
kick the guy in the balls, sending him crashing to the ground, covering his
crotch. I lick my lip and look up to see a tall, - at least 6 ft 4in - dark
green haired man holding Kasey.My eyes widen and I pull her out of his
clutches. He just chuckles.
"My, my, aren't you a brave little kitten," he practically purrs in a deep,
raspy, making my cock shoot half hard and my asshole clench painfully. I
shudder, getting another chuckle from him. I snap out of it when I feel Kasey
shudder too. I look at her to see an expression I've never seen before, want.
My eyes widen and she looks just as surprised as me. A blush covers both of our
faces.
The man chuckles again and reaches to put his arm around both of us. Uh-uh, sex
god or not, he is not touching us. I pull us away, making myself stumble and
fall flat on my ass. He full out laughs and Kasey giggles quietly. I glare at
her and get ready to stand up, when he offers me a hand. I warily take it, and
am surprised when he pulls me into his chest.
He leans down and whispers hotly in my ear, "Hello, beautiful. My name is
Reiichi Akashi. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, Kitten?" My eyes
roll into the back of my head. Oh god, his voice alone could make me cream.
Wait a minute.
"R-Reiichi Akashi? As-as in the singer we're her to see?" I internally curse
myself for stuttering like a fool. That would explain why Kasey was acting
weird. Reiichi is the ONLY male she finds mildly attractive. In all actuality,
he's sexy enough to talk the president into letting him fuck them.
He chuckles before nodding. "I'm surprised you didn't notice." He licks the
shell of my ear and lightly blows on it, getting a soft moan from my mouth.
He chuckles and rubs my back. "Mmm, I bet you taste sweet. Can I have a taste?"
Oh god, why must you do this to me? Whatever did I do? I can't do this!
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