100 Themes Challenge

Author: RubberDuckyPinwheels AKA TynDawn
Pairing(s): KunselxZack Zomg!
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Square-enix and do not own any of the mentioned characters, places, etc... and am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes and will return them in mint condition back to the shelf from whence they came.
Theme: Dark
Author’s notes: Yup yup, that's right, I'm finally back! After many life struggles, including moving and a new job and cosplays and goodness goodness, I'm finally back. It's about four in the morning and I've got nothing better to do than write what I hope will be some grade-A smut. Hope you like!

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Very few people within the ranks of SOLDIER had ever actually seen Kunsel's face. The mask he wore seemed almost permanent, the way that it was perched across his cheek-bones and hid everything above the rim of his nose. He liked it best that way though. He didn't really have to wear it, but it made things feel so much better. Kunsel's mask was a security blanket, meant for the rest of the world...not for him. Kunsel's mask protected everyone else and made them safe, not him.

There were people, however, who had been able and allowed to see his face with no mask to hide it.

Zack was one of these people. One of these unfortunate people.

He was staring at that very face now.

There had been so many rumors about what Kunsel must have looked like. Some people said that he was scarred, or that he had some kind of horrible birth-defect, others had said that he'd been terribly burned and couldn't be healed, others said that he was missing an eye or that a disease had eaten away at his nose. Every theory was ridiculous and Zack knew the truth.

There were no burns, no scars, no birth defects, no missing eye. Nothing like that. Contrary to popular belief, Kunsel was beautiful. Down-right beautiful.

A pair of the softest blue eyes that Zack had ever seen stared down at him, intense and silent. True, SOLDIERS were all supposed to have the same eyes, but Kunsel's, they were so different from Zack's. His eyes were brighter, more vivid and for some unknown reason, strands of silver were embedded into his eyes. Zack wondered if maybe Kunsel's eyes were gray when he was younger and maybe the injections weren't strong enough to completely alter the color of his eyes. Zack wondered and questioned, but he never asked.

Zack let out a low shaky breath when he saw Kunsel's lips moving, those finely shaped lips, so soft and so so warm.

"What? Not comfortable, Zack?"

Kunsel's tone was just as light-hearted and airy as ever, not once did Zack ever think or believe that this voice could belong to the very man who had tied his hands behind his back with thick rope.

Zack's eyes narrowed into a glare as he jerked his back, his hands straining against the rough restraint, "What are you thinking, Kunsel?!" Zack's voice cracked slightly, an obvious effect of being stuck here for several hours already with no water and nothing to ease the screaming that he'd done when he'd first found himself in this situation. His head was still swore from where the dull side of a practice sword had collided with the side of his skull, there was still some blood dripping down behind his ear.

Kunsel kneeled down before Zack, lifting a hand and cupping Zack's chin. He only smiled. "Oh, come on, this hasn't been so bad, don't be such a pansy," Kunsel spoke up as if this entire thing was a joke. There was nothing funny when it came to beind tied to the bed of who you thought was your friend. There was nothing funny about the pain that screamed behind Zack's eyes, and there was certainly nothing funny when Zack had realized that most of his clothing was missing.

Zack snapped his head away weakily, struggling again against his bonds, "I mean it Kunsel! Let me go!" It had been so hard for Zack to keep up his struggle, "What in Shiva's name do you want with me?" Zack was growing steadily more panicked by the minute. Never before did Zack realize that Kunsel was so...so dangerous. He never knew that Kunsel had this in him. Not once would he ever have guessed.

A light laugh left Kunsel's lips as he ran a hand through his own choppy locks of black hair. The tresses fanned delicately over his eyes and were swept to one side of his face, framing high-cheekbones and a firm jaw quite nicely. The smile that spread over his lips was poisonous, liquid poison. "Zack, Zack, Zack..." Kunsel chided, his voice light as if he was dealing with a mere child. He moved a hand and fondly ruffled Zack's hair before he grabbed it in a tight, searing grip. "How many times have I told you?" He shook his head playfully, "You know exactly what I want,"

Zack tried to jerk his head away, turned his eyes to the side, however, Kunsel tugged his head swiftly back into place, "You know that I don't want to hurt you, Zack," Kunsel's voice was careful, low, cautious, "I just want..." His voice trailed off, as he leaned forward on his knees, letting those perfect lips of his move over Zack's cheek-bone, "I want to be...what he is to you," Kunsel's features turned into stone then as he slowly pulled back and yanked at Zack's hair, forcing his neck to crane back.

Pain shot behind Zack's eyes and he closed them quickly, blocking out the light and trying to block out the rest of reality, "Wh..What do you mean?" His voice dropped low, scared. Just who was Kunsel talking about? Him? Who him?

Kunsel let out a laugh, cold and harsh, "You know exactly who I'm talking about!" He hissed out, his voice was no longer friendly or calm, his grip tightening in frustration. "The way you always look at him, how you two are always talking, the 'training' sessions. Don't act like you don't know!" He demanded angrily, grinding down his teeth.

Zack's head spun as he was suddenly forced up against the head-board that he was currently tied to, his vision swam as his hands ground into his own back. "An...Angeal?" He asked weakly as he finally allowed his eyes to open again slowly.

Kunsel's anger seemed to leap as he fisted what was left of Zack's shirt, "Don't you dare say his name around me!"

So...it was Angeal.

Angeal was why Zack was here?

It was Angeal's fault? No, it wasn't his fault...but it definitely had something to do with him.

"I'm so...sick of seeing him around you. I know what he wants from you Zack, and it's driving me crazy. He can't have you like that." Kunsel's voice was wavering, "He can't have you. I won't let him!" Kunsel lurched forward, pressing his forehead against Zack's half-naked chest. Zack's breath heaved as he jerked and shuddered hard. Zack was terrified, the look on his face gave it away easily. "And you..." Kunsel started again, "You want him too...don't you?"

Zack didn't say a word, all he could do was stare forward with wide eyes.

He did want Angeal, every single day of his life. He wanted his mentor, but he'd known from the start that Angeal didn't and never would want him like that. Angeal, he had eyes for someone else. No, Angeal had never told him about anyone else, but Zack could see it in the way that Angeal smiled at Genesis, in the way that Angeal always trailed after the other man. Angeal could never want a...a puppy like him.

Kunsel's head lifted, the expression on his face was solid and betrayed. Not another moment of time passed before the other second-class leaned forward and stole Zack's lips in a hard kiss. Zack's eyes rolled back at the rough treatment; the way that his mouth was ravaged, the hard bites that tore along his lips, the sharp pain of teeth scraping against the side of his lip, the slick feel of Kunsel's tongue sliding against the roof of his mouth. Harsh words were hissed out between kisses, "You'll never get it. You have no idea how much I want you. I need you Zack,"

Zack wanted to choke on the words.

Kunsel had a sick obsession. A sick, sick obsession, and it all boiled down to one thing. That one thing was Zack. Kunsel was obsessed with him to a very, very unhealthy degree. It made Zack sick, it wrenched his stomach and filled his throat with bile.

Zack let out a hard cry when Kunsel's hands fisted the hair at both sides of his head, suddenly, the back of his skull met the head-board and stars flew before his eyes. Water welled up in Zack's crystal gaze and he struggled to keep his eyes open. The pain returned a second time as his skull met the head-board again and another time. Zack tried to speak, but his tongue slipped over his teeth lazily and he couldn't seem to manage even a single word.

"You'll never let me have you," Kunsel's hard words continued, "I can't let anyone else have you!" Zack tried to plead with him, tried to get him to stop, but his arms were going numb from the position and his head was pounding too hard for him to even think.

"Ku...Kun.." He couldn't even form Kunsel's full name, but it didn't matter...within only the next ten seconds, Zack could feel his vision going black. He gasped hard for breath as black engulfed everything that he could see. He couldn't struggle anymore and before he knew it, Kunsel's face was fading away. However, he faintly registered a pair of hands ripping away the last shreds of his clothing. Zack knew what was coming, but he couldn't stop it.

Kunsel really was poison. He got under the skin, and into the veins and couldn't be erased. Ever.

It felt like an eternity had passed and Zack still couldn't open his eyes. A low moan bubbled up from his throat and Zack knew that he was at least alive, after all, the dead couldn't make noise. The dead also couldn't feel pain. Zack wasn't dead, if the pain shooting up his spine was any indication. Zack moaned out at the ache that wrapped around his thighs, the pain that settled in his belly, the stinging that lurched up the length of his spinal-cord with each movement that came even from breathing.

He found himself wondering if Kunsel was still near, wondering if he was still in the same room and still tied to the bed. He tried to move and found that even though it hurt, he could still do it. His hands were no longer tied. Slowly, he forced himself to open his eyes. The scenery had changed, he was no longer in the other second-class's quarters. His weary and tired eyes scanned the area around him. He recognized it. He was right outside the training room.

Oh no.

His eyes snapped open suddenly and he tried to look over himself. He was bloody, beaten, bruised...but he wasn't tied. Kunsel probably figured that he didn't need to be tied again because he could barely even move. He just had to get out of there though. There he was, right beside the door to the training room, naked and exposed for everyone to see. He could feel blood on the back of his head and in his mouth, it as all over his chest and running down his thighs. But...there was something else covering him, he lifted a hand shakily and dropped his mouth in horror when he eyed the sticky clear goo that coated his hand, only then did he realize this was the same sticky substance that coated most of his lower-back.

He couldn't have. He wouldn't!

He did.

Zack knew exactly what Kunsel had done to him.

His stomach dropped and he was caught between crying and screaming. There was no way. No way that this could be happening to him. Not him! Not in a million years. SOLDIERs didn't get raped, not by anyone and definitely not other SOLDIERs.

Zack's vision threatened to give out on him and he slumped back into the position that he'd woken up in. He felt shattered. However, he soon wondered why people weren't coming by. Maybe someone would come by soon and find him? No, he didn't want to be found, not like this. He curled himself up on his side and tried to hide the damage that Kunsel had caused.

Why? Why did this have to be happening?

Kunsel never looked like a bad guy. Kunsel was always so nice and the two of them were always so close. So why?

Zack's thoughts were interuppted by the sound of foot-steps. A shock-wave of terror bolted through his spine. If Kunsel was coming back...no no!

But,

"Zack?'

That wasn't Kunsel's voice.

"Zack!"

The footsteps became faster and panicked as they rushed toward him. Zack tried to lift his head, but he couldn't even manage it. Besides, his eyes were far too blurry to even figure out who was now in front of him and who was pulling him up from the ground. This grasp, this embrace, it was so warm. It felt so nice. Zack's head lulled back against the blond who was cradling him.

"C...Cloud?"

Zack's voice shook fearfully as he guessed the name of the one who owned that voice.

"Y...yea," Cloud confirmed Zack's wild guessing and shifted Zack weakly, trying to better analyze his condition, what happened. Cloud felt as if a gallon of lead had just been dumped into his belly, his fingers went numb."I...It's okay Zack," He tried to reassure him. Suddenly, Cloud's ears perked. His had snapped to the side and he called out quickly when he saw a paif of SOLDIERs passing down a hallway, "Hey! Wait!" The SOLDIERs turned their attention and were soon sprinting down the hallway.

What happened next was a blur of concern and shouting, Zack could barely register what was going on around him. He found himself being pulled to his feet after a shot moment, different pairs of hands holding him up and supporting him. His arm had been thrown around Cloud's shoulder and one of the SOLDIERs had rushed off down the hallway in hopes of finding more help. Before he knew it, Angeal was there, Zack couldn't hold back the tears anymore. As much as it hurt to let them go, he just couldn't hold them back. He practically collapsed into Angeal's arms, his head resting over his mentor's shoulder as he stared past the older man. Angeal voiced his concern in anger and ordered for the one responsible to be found.

Relief had washed over Zack easily and even though he was in pain, he smiled.

That smile however was suddenly ripped away from him when Kunsel passed through the hallway just in front of him, he wasn't anymore than twenty feet away. Kunsel smirked venomously as he lifted a hand and slipped a crimson-coated fingertip between his lips, silently savoring his first taste of Zack.

At that moment, they were both sure that this would not be the last time that Kunsel got a taste of Zack, and it wouldn't be the last time that Kunsel got under his skin. Kunsel had infected him now, just like a shadow and just like a snake.