How did his happen?
One moment everything was fine and now...
Now, on the forest floor, he was being violated, being raped, by his best friend. A man he had known almost his entire life and considered a brother.
Tomas Vrbada, known as the Kin Kuei assassin, Smoke, had his best friend, Kuai Liang, pinned beneath him, thrusting inside of him brutally.
Tomas held one of Kuai's wrist with one hand above the ice-user's head while the other hand had a bruising grip on one of those moon pale thighs.
"Stop!" the ice-user cried. A shake of the head was all he got for his trouble.
Smoke kept thrusting, not stopping even when Kuai's blood continued to run down his thighs.
"P-please, Smoke, it hurts!" Kuai sobbed, tears running freely down his cheeks. But the tears did not stop his friend. It only encouraged him further, but it broke his heart all the same.
The rational part of Smoke knew he should stop before he hurt his friend even further, but another part, a more primal part, said that this had to be done. So that Kuai would know who he belonged to.
Smoke tries to justify what he is doing with the fact that he had been the first person to train with the pale man. His reasoning is that he trained with him first so that made the cryomancer his. It was, in essence, a childish reasoning.
"This isn't right!" another sob.
The cryomancer was right. Friends did not do this to one another. It was a betrayal of trust. A betrayal of that friendship. A betrayal to your friend.
But Smoke has loved this man for years and friendship will not satisfy him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into his friend's neck. "But I HAVE to do this."
"No you don't," Kuai whispered, his body shaking.
Smoke just shook his head and continued to thrust, softly, gently now. He wanted his friend to feel good.
But his friend continued to struggle, refusing to enjoy it (And I don't blame him).
"Please..." he begged quietly. Smoke knew that Kuai was begging him to stop, not to keep going.
"It'll get better. Just stop struggling," he whispered. But Kuai shook his head.
"No no no no...." he sobbed. The tears came harder, faster.
He knew, somehow, that Kuai didn't want to hear him speak as that would only make the situation worse worse and all too real. But he definitely knew that his friend didn't want this, hence the struggling.
All Tomas could do was try to find the spot that would make his friend feel pleasure. So he was thrusting deeply, desperately try to find that spot.
A loud cry assured him that he had and he couldn't help but smile.
And now he thrusted with renewed vigor, making sure to hit that spot every single time. Finally, with a loud scream, Kuai Liang reached his limit. His pearly essence cover his stomach while Tomas spilled his inside of Kuai.
Now the cryomancer sobbed brokenly, feeling dirty and betrayed, while Tomas just gently rubbed his back.
Whispering, Tomas said, "Shh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay."
And strangely, a part of Kuai believed it.