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Breaking Alphinaud	By : DarkRockman Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alphinaud Leveilleur clawed his way out of the depths of unconsciousness. It took great effort, and more than once he felt himself slip deeper into the darkness that wanted to hold him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of fighting his own body, he managed to crack his eyes open.
He remembered the cloth being pressed over his mouth and nose. He remembered being forced to inhale the sickly sweet scent. His arms still felt as sluggishly weak as when he’d tried to fight off his assailant. His whole body felt the same way. He groaned in frustration. There was to be no escaping in this state.
Escaping from where was clear enough, even to eyes still blurred by unconsciousness. There were only a handful of places in Eorzea that were made of this dark metal. The floor under his face was slippery by virtue of the smoothness of the metal. It was cold, the chill seeping through his whole body. When he couldn’t get his limbs to respond, Alphinaud settled for taking deep breaths. The very air was cold and metallic. It was so alien that his shiver had nothing to do with the cold.
He was in a Garlean facility. A Garlean had managed to infiltrate the heart of Eorzea’s encampment outside Castrum Meridianum and steal him away. Faintly, Alphinaud heard the sounds of battle. The metal under him trembled from the forces of magick and magitek that were being brought to bear. This narrowed down where he could be to three possibilities. He was in one of the Garlean Castrums.
While waiting for the sedative to clear from his system, Alphinaud tried to think of his exact location. By this time, every other Castrum should have been taken by Eorzean forces or kept from interfering. The only Castrum still capable of taking him prisoner…
Alphinaud’s next breath hissed out between his teeth. Castrum Meridianum. Of course. It was the only logical conclusion. In a very short few bells, this base would be under Eorzean control. He just had to lay low and wait for friendly forces to pass by. His adventurer friend was supposed to be infiltrating this place. There was no guarantee that the party would come this way – it was like as not that the group would be on the other side of the Castrum.
Still, it was a hope. Alphinaud tested his limbs. Strength was returning. He opened his eyes fully and took stock of his situation. There would be no need for rescuing if he could free himself.
He wasn’t bound. That was a good sign. He rolled over on his back and gasped as his skin met the floor. It was far colder than he’d realized. The extent of the chill sent a shiver of an entirely different sort down his spine. His clothes were gone. He stared down at his naked chest, at his naked legs splayed across the floor, and did the first thing that any sentient would do: he covered his genitals with his hands.
It was a foolish thing. He looked around and saw no one with him. After a few heartbeats, he dropped his hands. There were other matters to focus on and modesty was not of import. He struggled to his feet and made his way to the only seam in the room. It looked like a door, though it lacked any hinges or knob. The gap between the smooth metal wasn’t large enough to fit his fingers in. He clawed at it for a moment before giving up and running his hand over the rest of his cell.
It was a small room, maybe ten paces long and three wide. It was long enough for a Roegadyn to be held without discomfort. It was bare, and aside from the door-seam, it was completely smooth. The only light was dim, emitted by long, thin strips near the top of the cell. After three circuits that yielded nothing, Alphinaud sighed.
Sitting was an effort. When his bare cheeks met the cold metal he had to stifle a yelp of surprise. When he unthinkingly sat back against the wall, the yelp escaped. It was too cold! He drew his legs up to his chest and started to shiver. It would do him no good to be found if he succumbed to hypothermia before his rescue.
Alphinaud pressed his forehead against his knees and tried to block out the cold. Someone would be in to see him soon, he was sure of it. He admired the tactics from an intellectual standpoint. He was the brains behind the Eorzean forces. Had they grabbed him a few bells prior, the assault against the Garleans would be lost.
He wouldn’t have treated his prisoner in this manner. Alphinaud wrapped his arms around his legs in a futile attempt to retain his body heat. Robbing another sentient of dignity was barbaric, as was allowing a prisoner to die of cold. His teeth started to chatter. How much time did he have left? The sounds of fighting outside his prison grew stronger as the bells lengthened.
Sleep was trying to beckon him again when the door slid open. Alphinaud looked away from the comparatively blinding light of the corridor outside his prison. A figure clothed in black trousers, a black shirt, and thick leather boots stepped in, shutting the light away behind him. When the Elezen looked up at his captor, he recognized the face immediately.
“Thancred!” he exclaimed without thinking. He scowled and corrected himself. “Forgive me. You are Lahabrea now, are you not?”
Lahabrea smirked. It was a weird sense of duality that Alphinaud struggled with. The Hyur before him bore Thancred’s face. The white hair was still in its style of falling on either side of the man’s forehead. The dark eyes that should have been smiling at him were instead smirking, mouth curled up into a victorious grin. The tattoos that Alphinaud knew to be on Thancred’s neck were hidden by Lahabrea’s tall collar.
“You were half right,” Lahabrea said casually. He leaned against the door and allowed his eyes to roam Alphinaud’s naked form. “Thancred is still in here. You have no idea how noisy it is up here right now.” His smirk faded into a dark glare. “That is why I have brought you here.” He paused. “That, and watching your friends has been quite amusing. Without their strategist, they are on the verge of falling apart.”
“You underestimate us,” Alphinaud shot back. He started to get up, to stand defiant in the face of his captor. His penis flopping against his leg reminded him of his unclothed state. He slid back to the floor. How intimidating could he be when he didn’t even have the benefit of smallclothes to preserve his modesty? “I can hear the fighting even know. The adventurers are defeating the Garleans. Give it a bell, maybe two, and we will no longer have to deal with Garlean forces on Eorzean soil.”
Lahabrea sighed and pushed away from the wall. “I feared as much. My move came too late to stop your plan from being enacted.” He stalked over to Alphinaud and gripped the other’s wrists. Alphinaud struggled against him but was far too weak to prevent Lahabrea from yanking him upright.
Alphinaud clamped down on his instinct to raise his legs to hide his genitals. It was too late to prevent them from being seen and it would be demeaning. Instead, he stood defiantly with his wrists in Lahabrea’s grasp. It didn’t matter that he was unclothed, he told himself fiercely. It was how you carried yourself, not what you wore.
“What are your plans now, then?” he asked boldly. “I am of no use to you now. Will you execute me?”
“That would not serve my purpose, no matter how much I wish it,” Lahabrea sighed. He pulled Alphinaud forward until their bodies were flush. The Elezen couldn’t help his uncomfortable squirming. “No, my other reason for kidnapping you is still yelling loudly in the back of my mind.”
It clicked for Alphinaud then. He jerked backwards, bare feet gaining no traction on the slippery floor. His lack of clothing, this talk of an unwelcome voice, pointed at one conclusion. “You do not have complete control of Thancred,” he realized. “Your host is fighting you. My capture is a way of proving your utter dominance to Thancred, that he may give up his efforts and succumb to your control.”
Lahabrea bent his head forward so he could whisper into Alphinaud’s ear. “That’s one of the things he loves about you,” he breathed. The hot gust of air against his ear caused Alphinaud to shiver uncomfortably. “You always were intelligent.”
Alphinaud jerked his head away. “Had I retained my clothes, I would presume that your intention was torture. Given that I am naked, your intentions must be less than pure,” he continued. He forced his voice into its normal intonation. He would not show weakness. His knees were shaking from the cold, that was all. It didn’t matter that, with the entire front of his body pressed intimately against Lahabrea’s, hypothermia was no longer an issue.
Lahabreah released one of his wrists and wrapped that arm around Alphinaud’s waist, drawing him even closer. “Yes, I can see everything.” The Hyur licked the length of Alphinaud’s ear, from the hole that led into his skull to the very tip that reached back from his head.
Alphinaud shivered. “This will serve you in no way,” he tried to protest. He used his newly freed hand to shove at Lahabrea. The form he inhabited was solid muscle and was unmoved. “This will make Thancred fight you harder.”
Lahabrea abandoned Alphinaud’s ear and bent lower. Warm lips closed around the smaller’s pulse point and sucked gently. “You are right, as ever,” he agreed when he came up to breathe. “Right now I can scarcely hear my own voice for his shouts.” He returned to his previous acts, the suction increasing until it was almost painful.
“What do you hope to accomplish?” Alphinaud asked. He ignored the touches that he didn’t want to the best of his ability. There was to be no persuading his would-be abuser, he realized. All he could do was delay Lahabrea until help arrived – if it did. In all the time he waited, there had been no signs of the battle coming closer.
Teeth bit into his neck and he yelped. When Lahabrea pulled back, he made a show of licking the blood from his lips. “He is fighting with all his strength,” he said pleasantly. “Yet, no matter what I do to you, he will be unable to prevent it. That helplessness, that is what I seek. When he is unable to save the one he loves from what his own body is doing, he will sink into despair. In despair, he will not fight.”
The bite was on the side with the arm still captive. Alphinaud couldn’t stem the blood that dripped down his neck. It wasn’t a worrying amount, thank the Twelve. “Once you have achieved this, there will be no reason to keep me alive.”
“Of course.” Lahabrea admired the trail of red that painted Alphinaud’s neck and made its lonely way down his chest. “If I should kill you immediately, however, there will be no point to this. His anger at me will only buoy his resolve.”
He shoved Alphinaud against the wall. It was hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, though thankfully his head didn’t hit. Before he could think of using his newfound freedom, Lahabrea had him pinned again. Alphinaud shivered at the warm wetness that traced the blood along up his chest and back to its source.
“Now,” Lahabrea whispered into Alphinaud’s ear, “he will forever remember the flavor of your blood on his tongue.”
Alphinaud clamped down on the reflexive pleas that wanted to spill from his lips. To hear him beg would only drive Thancred deeper into the despair Lahabrea craved. He would not do that to his friend.
“No more words?” Lahabrea mocked. He teased his lips along Alphinaud’s chin. “I can tell you what Thancred is saying. He’s begging for your life. He’s asking me to spare you.”
“It is evident that any attempt to reason will be ignored. Why should I waste the breath?” Alphinaud reasoned. The chill metal at his back warmed as he stayed pressed against it. “Do as you will.”
Lahabrea grabbed his chin in a grip tight enough to bruise. Lips that tasted of copper devoured his own. Alphinaud gagged when Lahabrea forced his tongue as far into his mouth as was physically possible. All he could taste was his own blood, overpowering even the metallic taste of the air.
“Does that mean you want this?” Lahabrea asked. He pulled Alphinaud away from the wall and threw him to the floor. The impact jolted up through his tailbone and up his spine until his head felt rattled. He tried to get up, but Lahabrea was on him before he could do more than flail.
“Of course I don’t want this,” Alphinaud said reluctantly when a few minutes passed. Lahabrea hand him pinned to the floor by straddling him. His legs just below the hips bore Lahabrea’s weight, while his wrists were held in a one-handed grip over his head. Lahabrea tilted his head at Alphinaud’s words, dark eyes staring into his unnervingly.
“You’re not fighting,” Laheabrea taunted. He released Alphinaud’s hands, but the Elezen knew it was a trap. He stayed still on the ground while Lahabrea ran bare fingers over his chest. “See? If you’re not fighting, if you’re not asking me to stop, then you must want this.”
“There is a very good indicator of my willingness to partake in these activities,” Alphinaud retorted dryly. “As you can see, I am unwilling. I know nothing I say will change the outcome, so why should I waste my breath?” Much as he didn’t wish to bring attention to his nudity, that he was still flaccid was a distinct indicator of the effect these events were having. Which was to say, none.
Lahabrea looked down at it with a smirk. “Ah, yes. It’s cute as it is.” He reached down and rolled it between his fingers. It felt wrong, and Alphinaud shut his eyes in a futile attempt to block it out. Deft fingers pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go. It wasn’t fully retractable yet, but it pulled back enough to reveal most of his glans.
“N-” he gasped, hands reaching before he remembered he wasn’t supposed to be reacting. Lahabrea’s free hand caught his in a crushing grip.
“What was that?” his tormentor asked.
Alphinaud tried to squirm away from the grip on his penis. “No,” he said weakly. He hated the word immediately. He clamped his jaws shut but didn’t stop writhing. He turned his face away and focused on the throbbing of the bite in his throat.
The weight on his legs shifted downward. There was hot breath on his penis. “Are you sure? Lahabrea taunted. Alphinaud’s whole body jerked when the hot dampness of a tongue touched his exposed head.
“Stop!” he shouted. Warmth wrapped around his whole penis and he forgot about being a pliant victim. He forgot about lessening the effect of this assault on Thancred. His wrists strained against what was holding him and his hips bucked. Instead of knocking Lahabrea off him, he only succeeded in burying his penis further into the man’s mouth.
When a tongue began prying gently at his foreskin’s opening, he fought harder. “Don’t,” he managed not to whimper. “You have what you’re after. There’s no need for this.”
The tongue made its way past the barrier. Heat caressed his glans and he gasped. It should have felt wonderful, but it only felt wrong. Lahabrea began to suck, pulling his foreskin up over the invading tongue. It was a maddening assault of sensation.
Alphinaud wrenched his attention from his groin. He didn’t want to feel this. He focused on the bruises that were beginning to emerge on his wrists. He focused on his ponytail, where it was crushed uncomfortably against his back. He begged his body not to react to what was being done to it. That would be the ultimate betrayal.
Several long minutes passed. Lahabrea got creative with his mouth, leaving Alphinaud panting with the effort not to react. His body wanted to, he could feel it in the heat that thrummed in his veins. A traitorous part of his brain suggested simply giving in. It felt heavenly, so much better than anything he’d experienced in his few years.
He refused to yield, though, and finally Lahabrea released his penis. “Stubborn,” the Hyur noted. There was a touch of admiration in that voice. “Never before has anyone been able to withstand that. You’re the first person who hasn’t climaxed from the feel of my tongue on their penis.”
“Perhaps you’re not as talented as you thought,” Alphinaud shot back. Lahabrea lifted him up by his wrists, only to slam him back down again. Pain lanced up his ribs and he choked on his own breath.
“Even so, it was a good flavor,” Lahabrea mused. He leaned down for another taste. Alphinaud closed his eyes at the delicate touch of his tongue. “It’s delectable,” he sighed. “Better than the finest dishes of the Culinarian’s Guild in Limsa Lominsa.” Another lick. “I could get addicted.”
Alphinaud tried to squirm away, but it was futile. He couldn’t withstand this assault on his body. In the few seconds he was given between licks, he settled on another tactic. “Thancred,” he gasped, the word emerging just as Lahabrea switched from his penis to his testicle. “Thancred, please know – gah!”
Lahabrea had his penis in his mouth again. Doggedly, Alphinaud continued. “I don’t blame you for this,” he said in a rush. That tongue was too talented for its own good. “Thancred,” he moaned, feeling his willpower slipping. “I don’t hold you responsible.”
His penis was left alone again. “Such a sweet sentiment,” Lahabrea mocked. He stood, leaving Alphinaud discarded on the ground. The Elezen tried to get up, but all he managed to do was roll on his side. His back throbbed, and he feared that his spine was damaged. Wiggling his toes took all of his effort. The sound of rustling cloth drew his attention back to Lahabrea, who was shedding his clothes.
“There is not enough time to bend you fully to my will,” the man lamented. “Your adventurer party was close to the depths of this facility when I came in here. I cannot afford to waste any more time.” He grabbed Alphinaud’s legs and flipped the boy back onto his back.
Alphinaud saw the erect, dripping penis between Lahabrea’s legs and stilled. He knew what was going to happen next. “I forgive you, Thancred,” he said before closing his eyes.
He felt Lahabrea kneel between his legs. He tried to get away by using his arms to pull himself along the floor, but Lahabrea pulled him back again. Slick fingers pulled his ass cheeks apart. Something hot and hard pressed against his anus.
“Do try to relax,” Lahabrea mocked. “I am using lubrication. There’s no sense in harming this body.”
Alphinaud tensed instead. He knew what was coming, and he was powerless to stop it. After a second, he left Lahabrea shift.
“Suit yourself.”
His lower body erupted in pain and he couldn’t help his scream. His limbs lashed out of their own accord, the agony awakening renewed strength. Lahabrea caught his wrists and slammed them to the ground above his head. The pain was nothing compared to the ripping and burning that his anus was doing to accommodate its intruder.
“There’s that spirit,” Lahabrea grinned. He leaned up and planted his teeth into Alphinaud’s collar, right where his normal clothes showed a swath of skin. The movement caused him to shift within his victim, which elicited another scream.
“Oh, how wonderful,” Lahabrea sighed. He juggled Alphinaud’s wrists until they were in one hand. With the hand newly freed, he stroked Alphinaud’s cheeks. “Look at me. I want to see the pain in those pretty blue eyes of yours.” When Alphinaud didn’t move, he dug his fingers in and forced the boy to look at him. “I want Thancred to see,” he hissed.
Alphinaud opened his eyes, all right. He glared at Lahabrea through a gaze masked by tears of pain. He could barely breathe, the pain was so intense. Any witty remark he could think of was locked inside his chest.
“There it is,” Lahabrea purred. He toyed with the tip of Alphinaud’s ear. “I think I’ll finish this off with a grand finale. I told you before that I could tell you what Thancred was saying.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Alphinaud whispered. So long as Lahabrea didn’t move, the burning would fade.
The Hyur put his mouth right by Alphinaud’s ear. “I can give it to him,” he taunted. “I can let Thancred speak. His voice will be the last thing he controls.”
“Don’t,” Alphinaud begged. He hated how his voice broke.
Lahabrea smirked. “I’m going to move,” he sing-songed. “I’ll let Thancred take it from here.”
When Alphinaud looked, the face that stared back at him was horrified. “Alphinaud,” Thancred whispered. As if to mock that voice, the penis inside Alphinaud withdrew to the tip. It was agony. When it was slammed back in, Alphinaud screamed.
“I’m sorry!” Thancred cried. He rested his head against the Elezen’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m trying to fight, but there’s nothing I can do.”
Alphinaud couldn’t focus on the words. Every motion of Thancred’s hips sent white-hot pain through his pelvis.
“Stop it!” Thancred shouted in frustration. “Just stop. I won’t fight anymore. Just leave him alone.”
The pace increased. Alphinaud felt darkness encroaching on his vision. The pain was too great. He was going to pass out any second.
Hot drops rolled down his neck. At first Alphinaud thought the wound there had opened up again. Then he realized that Thancred was murmuring to himself. It sounded like a prayer.
The pace increased even more. “Hang in there, Alphinaud,” Thancred said thickly. “It’s almost over. He’s about to come. Just hold on.”
The hand holding Alphinaud’s wrists let go. It went to his side instead, precisely placed. Had he been wearing his clothes, Thancred would still be gripping his skin. The grip tightened enough to bruise.
“Brace yourself,” Thancred warned. For lack of anything else to hold on to, Alphinaud wrapped his arms around the Hyur’s neck. “I’m sorry,” Thancred said bitterly. “I’m so, so sorry. I wish I could stop.”
The last few thrusts had Alphinaud thinking that he would break apart. He clutched Thancred and bit his own tongue. Finally, there was a splash of liquid fire inside him and the hands on his body increased their grip.
“It’s over,” Thancred sobbed. “Thank the Twelve. Sorry.”
Alphinaud’s whole body hurt. He let his arms slip from Thancred’s neck and thud against the ground. He couldn’t get up the will to move, but he knew he had to. Lahabrea had sworn to kill him. No matter that he couldn’t even stand to have the weight of his prone body on his hips right now. To not move would mean his end.
“Well, that was fun,” Thancred purred. Alphinaud stared up at him through his tears and saw only a blurry smirk.
“Lahabrea,” he groaned weakly.
“I would have taunted you more, but it was far too delicious to hear Thancred,” the Hyur continued. “The way you clung to him at the end! My heart, it is moved.”
The member inside him pulled out suddenly. It wasn’t as hard as before and it only elicited a whimper, not a scream. Following it, Alphinaud felt the fluids bubble out of him. They were hot and sticky, painting his cheeks and dribbling to the floor.
The world outside this cell made itself known with a vengeance. An explosion rocked the room. Lahabrea flexed his fingers and scowled.
“Much as I wish to end your life with Thancred’s hands, it appears that we’ve run out of time.” He turned to the door and jabbed a featureless part of it. It slid open halfway, but the lights flickered and it stuck. “I must get to the Ultima Weapon before your lackeys can destroy it. You’ll never get out of here before this whole place goes up. I have to settle for that.”
Alphinaud looked at the cracked door. He could escape. He forced his abused body to move and staggered to his feet. The pain was intense, but not so much as it had been during the act. His eyes fell to where he’d been lying and gulped.
There was red mixed in with the semen on the floor. Alphinaud touched the fluids streaking down his legs and found more red. He was bleeding. The realization was a dull shock at this point. Of course he was bleeding. It would be worse had Lahabrea not bothered with lubrication.
Another explosion shook Alphinaud back to the present. Right. He had to get out of here. Clothing would be good, but at this point it was optional. He made it out of the door and staggered in the direction of the explosions. If he found the explosions, he was likely to find an Eorzean. He could get to Y’shtola and her conjury. He could find some relief from the agony that dogged his every careful step.
He made it through corridors upon corridors before coming across anyone. He was thankful it was a friendly face. “Cid,” he croaked at the white-haired man.
Cid non Garlond was running away from him, but the defected Garlean turned back at the sound of his voice. “Bloody hell,” the man swore. “I had heard of your abduction, but I never dreamed you were so close! Had I known, I would have sought you out.”
With an ally near, Alphinaud’s legs decided that this was the perfect time to give out. He sunk to his knees and bit back a whimper of pain as his insides protested. “Help,” he managed to say. “I cannot walk another step.”
Cid took one look at him and didn’t protest. “I know these halls. There’s a storeroom nearby with spare uniforms. You’ll be dressed as a Garlean, but you’ll be dressed.” He put an arm around Alphinaud and helped prop him up. “Where are you hurting the worst?
“My hips,” Alphinaud replied weakly. He leaned into the support gratefully. “I’m sure you can see what has happened as well as I. As much as my pride would balk under normal circumstances, a bridal carry would be the best way to handle this.”
Cid nodded and worked his other hand under the Elezen’s knees. Even with most of his weight supported by his chest and knees, Alphinaud had to bite back a cry of pain when he was lifted up. He clutched at Cid’s clothes in an attempt to take even more weight off of his hips. His ass was burning insistently.
Cid was a good ally, no matter that he was a pure born Garlean. The other’s beard scratched Alphinaud’s forehead as they made their way towards clothing. It wasn’t a long beard, just enough to make its presence known. He was strong for a Hyur. His clothes, white with black leather mitts and black trousers, were ready for his usual occupation of inventing and tinkering.
“Here,” Cid announced. He opened a door with the hand that was under his charge’s legs, then shut it again behind them. “I’ll have to set you down before I can find you clothes.”
Alphinaud nodded and braced himself for the pain. It was sharp as his butt hit the cold floor. He’d forgotten how cold and cruel the metal was. He watched as Cid dug through storage bins. “Thank you,” he felt compelled to say.
“Thank me when we’re out of here,” Cid replied. He shook out a pair of dark trousers and tossed them to Alphinaud. “Here. I don’t see any shirts that can fit you.” He lifted a large square of dark cloth out of the bin. “It looks like there’s a blanket, that should do well enough.”
The fluids on his legs were dried enough that Alphinaud wasn’t worried about them bleeding through the fabric. He managed to get his feet into the legs of the pants, but when he tried to pull them up, the muscles in his back spasmed and he cried out.
“Come on, let’s get these on,” Cid said lightly. He lifted Alphinaud like a child and got the trousers up his legs. The Elezen couldn’t help his whimper as they were pulled over his ass and buttoned. “I wish I knew some conjury. You have to hang on, do you hear me?”
“I know this,” Alphinaud said quietly. He wrapped his arms around Cid’s neck. When he was lifted up this time, he held back his pained noises. “Let us just get out of here as expediently as possible.”
Cid waited until he settled the blanket over his shoulders. “Leave it to me. We’re near the exit now. We’ll be out in ten minutes.”
They made it out right before the whole place decided to blow up. Alphinaud felt guilty for spoiling their victory with his appearance. He was immediately whisked back to their camp and into the care of their healers.
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