Title: An Antebellum Sunset

Chapters: 5/8
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: Eventual violence, rape, mild het
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1841. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s a musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…

Uruha had been staring at the same page for the last hour and a half. He sat curled up on the window seat in his room, his forehead resting against the cool glass pane. The eastern horizon drew his gaze. Darcey was there, over the earth’s curve. He and Marie were still on their honeymoon on the coast and Uruha couldn’t help but think that he should be out there, feeling the chill ocean breeze on his face, instead of Marie. He watched with half-interest a withered leaf drop into the dust of the front drive. Uruha could stand this no more.

He tossed his book aside and leapt to his feet. Stealthily, he tiptoed across the hall into Maire’s vacated room. All her things remained just as the day she left. Uruha knew exactly what he was looking for. He shut the door and quickly stripped down. With a few last deep breaths, he struggled into a corset and hoop, tying the corset as tightly as he could from his odd angle. Then he reached into the wardrobe and took out Marie’s wedding dress. He carefully slipped it over his head and when he’d done up the fastenings, he cautiously stepped over to the mirror.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. Darcey was right. He was beautiful, more beautiful even than Marie. He also noticed with pride that the dress was too short. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that he’d be taller. His voice had deepened since that fateful summer day when Darcey gave him his first kiss, and he had plucked plenty of hairs off his face recently. Soon he knew he would have to break down and just start shaving. He felt justified and hurt at the same time. He knew for sure now that Marie would live a life rightfully his, but at least he could be certain that these feelings were not simply juvenile pining for Darcey. Darcey wanted him too.

Resolved in this, he took off the dress and once back in his normal attire, he skipped down the stairs only to plop onto the piano bench. He began to practice the piece he’d been working on all week but it somehow felt too somber. He was in a good mood and the sun had finally peaked up from the cloud-cover, bathing him in golden warmth. Unable to continue with his current piece, Uruha broke into a cheerful folk song.

He smiled when he reached the second verse and a familiar voice joined in. He grinned at Eleanor as he played and she smiled back. In his joy, Uruha piped up when hey got to the chorus. This earned his a whack on the head. He stopped playing to rub his stinging scalp. However, his smile didn’t falter. His singing was officially banned from the house after his mother declared him incapable of carrying a tune.

“Your singing sounds especially ghastly today,” Eleanor commented. “That must mean something good’s happened.”

Uruha’s grin widened. “I think I’ve grown another inch!”

“Let me see.”

Uruha stood up and stepped toward his sister until they were toe to toe.

“Why, I do believe you’re right! Your mouth is at eye level now. Thank God! I thought I’d be staring at that horrid nose forever.”

It was Eleanor’s turn for a whack.

“You hit a lady, you beast!”

“You’re not a lady yet. We’re kids after all.”

Eleanor’s expression turned serious. “Uruha, I was just going to tell you that father said I could go with him to Raleigh in the spring.”

“That sounds like fun. Why didn’t you ask if I could go too?”

“I don’t mean to come back.”

“What? Why?”

“I hope I’ll find a husband there.”

Uruha’s heart sank. His sister was his best friend in the world. He couldn’t imagine life without her.

Noticing her brother’s distress, Eleanor tried to comfort him.

“Don’t worry, Uruha. You’re growing onto such a handsome man. Soon you’ll find a pretty lady that will make you forget all about me.”

Uruha’s mood didn’t brighten. Perhaps she was right but the real question was, could this person make Uruha forget about Darcey.

~

“Could you grab those dresses, Henrietta?”

“Why sure, Ma’am.”

“Rory. Rory! Rory!!!”

Uruha jumped. “I’m sorry, Mother. You hardly ever use my real name.”

“I know, dear,” Mrs. Scarborough sighed. “My mind is all turned around in circles. Would you and go with this next cart load and help Marie out?”

Uruha nodded and went to get into the cart before there was no room for him. The countryside was abuzz now that Marie and Darcey were back from their honeymoon. Now all of Marie’s things had to be transported to her new home. Uruha scowled at the pile of things in the back of the cart. There was no room for him as it was so he jumped up to the seat at the front beside old George, wondering how all of this stuff ever fit in the house. The aged slave smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

He remembered the days when George would ruffle his hair and tell him stories passed down from Africa and he wished that childish innocence could have gone on forever but that’s not how things worked. Now that Uruha was older, the slaves all maintained a respectful distance. Uruha would be the master one day. He knew they all thought that Uruha would grow up to be like his father, stern and heavy-handed, but Uruha had other plans. He’d played with the slave children. He grew up with them and he still remembered all of their names and he still cried when they were sold. Yes, Uruha vowed that things would be different once he made the rules.

“You look mighty pleased, Master Rory. You must be glad to see your sister again,” George commented.

“Yes. The time’s gone fast though. I can’t believe it’s winter already. It seems like it’ll be cold this year. I’ll talk to father about getting some extra fire wood to the cabins.”

George’s smile widened. “Why, thank you kindly. That’s right nice of you.”

The wagon lurched forward and they started toward the gate.

“It’s no trouble,” Uruha muttered, worry overtaking him. “No one should have to freeze in the snow.”

He had no idea how he would feel seeing Darcey again. Already he felt jealous of Marie. He only hoped he could contain his emotions enough to avoid ruining his relationship with his sister.

When the cart pulled up to the door of the house, Uruha hopped out without hesitation and took a load of dresses into his arms. He just wanted to get this over with. The more he thought about seeing Darcey the more he wanted to sprint straight home.

Shifting the dresses on to one arm, he opened the screen door and started up the stairs toward Darcey’s room. Belatedly, Uruha realized that he really shouldn’t know where he was going. For all anyone else knew, he’d never set foot in this house before.

Fortunately, he hadn’t gone far down the hall when Marie poked her head around the bedroom doorframe. A piercing, girly screech split the air. Uruha gasped for air in his sister’s crushing embrace.

“Oh my lord! Uruha! I’ve missed you so much and look how you’ve grown. I must throw a party! You’ll give every girl there the vapors for sure. Oh! Can I plan your wedding?”

“Marie,” Uruha gasped. “You’re wrinkling your dresses.”

Uruha knew by now what motivated Maire. The excited young woman let her brother go immediately and snatched the dresses away. Uruha followed her into the room.

“Hello, Uruha,” Eleanor greeted when he entered. She was busy arraigning Marie’s brushes and combs. Uruha waved distractedly, eyes darting around the room.

“Are you alright?” Eleanor asked. “You look kind of…confused.”

Indeed, Uruha was confused. The room bore very little resemblance to the one in which Darcey first made love to him. His eyes flicked over to the bed and he shivered. Marie would never know that she was not the first person with whom Darcey shared that bed. At least Uruha hoped she’d never know.

“Uruha?”

“Sorry. It’s just… I mean I can’t quite picture Darcey sleeping in this room. It’s so…frilly. It wasn’t always this way, was it?”

“No, no,” Marie prattled. “It was so drab and cold before. I’ve tried to make the best of it though. I’m sure Darcey will thank me. It was simply intolerable before. Don’t you think so Eleanor?”

Eleanor looked like frightened deer. “Uh…It was…I don’t know. I really do prefer green to pink.”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter. You’re not living here anyway.” Maire then hurried downstairs to direct the slaves as they brought in her wardrobe.

“It was so much better before, the room I mean,” Eleanor sighed. “Darcey has nice taste for a man, actually. If I were him, I think I’d cry if I walked into my room and saw this.”

“I almost did cry when I walked in,” Uruha giggled. “This is horrible.” He walked over to the lace curtains and poked one of the giant, pink, velvet bows as if it might bite him.

The two then scurried onto the bed to avoid the gargantuan wardrobe progressing across the room.

“That’s it. Put it in that corner,” Marie instructed from the doorway. “Uruha, Eleanore, would you mind getting the rest of my dresses now that the wardrobe’s here?”

The siblings nodded and hurried outside, eager for some fresh air.

Right away, they set about gathering up the remaining garments.

“My arms are full. Can you get the rest?”

Uruha nodded and Eleanor started back toward the door.

“Hello, Darcey. Where have you been?”

Uruha didn’t look up. He didn’t want to see him.

“I’ve been at the stables getting Marie’s horse settled in her stall. Is Marie almost finished inside?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if you’ll want to see what she’s done to your room,” Eleanor warned.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to wake up in that every day. That’s for sure.”

The screen door thudded shut. Uruha became acutely aware that he was being watched. He could hide no longer. He gathered that last item and straightened up. The first thing he saw were those keen black eyes staring straight into his.

“My, how you’ve gown. You’re even lovelier than when I left.”

Uruha refused to be drawn in. “Marie says so too.” With that, he headed straight for the door, but a strong hand on his shoulder halted his progress.  

“I hope to re-familiarize myself with that gorgeous body of yours.”

Anger blazed in Uruha’s heart and he whirled to meet the other’s hungry gaze. To his satisfaction, Darcey flinched a bit. Uruha had grown nearly two inches since they’d met and was now almost eye to eye with Darcey.

“You can hope all you want,” Uruha bit out before wrenching his shoulder from Darcey’s grip and disappearing into the house.

~

Uruha’s elegant fingers danced over the keyboard. His tunes had been melancholy as of late. He missed Marie. He only saw her now when she visited. He simply couldn’t go back to that house. What if Darcey caught him alone? He didn’t know if he was strong enough to resist him if it came to force. He was certain now that Darcey would use force if he continued to resist.

He sighed and channeled his feelings into his music. He could faintly hear voices from the kitchen. Eleanor had asked Henrietta to teach her to make biscuits. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Scarborough ran to the door, arriving just before one of the slaves.

“It’s alright, Josephine. I have it,” she assured the slave. When she opened the door, one of the house slaves from the Sakurai plantation stood at the door.

“I’m afraid I have bad news. I’m terribly sorry, Mrs. Scarborough.”

He handed over a letter written in Darcey’s distinctive penmanship. Mrs. Scarborough bade the slave come in and asked Josephine to take him to the kitchen for some bread and milk until she could write a reply.

Uruha stopped playing when he heard his mother sob and run off toward Mr. Scarborough’s study. He stood up from the piano bench and rushed into the kitchen. Something was very wrong and he needed to be near his sister.

“Uruha? What are you doing here?” Eleanor inquired.

“We got a letter from Darcey. Mother cried when she read it.”

Eleanor’s face fell and she struggled out of her apron. Henrietta brushed some flower off Eleanor’s dress and shooed her out of the kitchen.

They ran into the foyer just as their parents walked out of the study. To their horror, their father was wiping tears off his cheeks.

“I-is Marie alright?” Eleanor asked cautiously.

Mrs. Scarborough hugged her daughter close. “Marie fell off her horse this morning. She…Her back is broken.”

Uruha shook his head in disbelief. “Will she ever walk again?”

Mr. Scarborough spoke up. “No, Son. Marie will never do anything again. She’s dead.”  

Title: An Antebellum Sunset

Chapters: 3/8
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: Eventual violence, rape, mild het
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters:  Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1941. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…

Uruha blinked at the bright sun streaming into his window. He grunted and rolled over. His backside hurt both from being penetrated and from the beating his father had given him for coming in so late and getting his shoes muddy. It had been years since he’d gotten the paddle and he couldn’t figure out if it seemed to hurt more now because he wasn’t used to it or because the area was already tender. He’d asked that a bath be drawn for him under the pretense of washing off sweat and mud but what concerned him more was Darcey’s scent lingering on his skin. He just felt dirty. He’d scrubbed long after the water went cold but he never could rid himself of the filthy feeling that smothered his senses.

Now he bathed in the morning light. He felt that it cleansed him far more than water. It heralded a new day. The night was over. It was time for a new start. He gingerly scooted over to the edge of his bed, which was every bit as lavish as Darcey’s. The smooth white cotton sheets slid soothingly over Uruha’s bare legs. A thin nightshirt was all he wore to bed during summer’s sweltering nights. He’d kicked the bedspread off into a corner sometime during sleep and a thin sheen of perspiration made the fabric of the nightshirt and his hair stick uncomfortably to his skin.

Uruha shoved his feet through the gap in the mosquito netting surrounding his sleeping area and stumbled sleepily over to open his window. To his relief, a breeze washed over him. He then walked over to the washbasin. Sometime in the early morning, a slave had placed a fresh pitcher of water beside it. He poured the liquid into the bowl and whisked his shirt off. He closed his eyes and took a moment to revel in the sensation of the gentle wind caressing his bare skin but only a moment. Today was Sunday. He had to hurry up so as not to be late for church. He took up the cloth resting on the wash table. Then he dipped it in the water. It felt good to run it over his face and then his neck. He wet the cloth again, ringing it out then he washed his back as best he could and then swiped the cloth over his chest.

A shiver ran down his spine then as the cloth’s passage over his nipples reminded him of last night, when Darcey touched him there. Instinctively, his free hand grasped the silver cross necklace hanging around his neck. Seeing that Uruha was a conscientious child, his grandfather gave it to him on his 6^th birthday. He’d never taken it off since that day almost 10 years ago. It was then that he realized that Darcey had carefully avoided the necklace. He’d touched the nipples on either side of it but never the necklace itself. That though caused Uruha to cling to it even more firmly. Even after he finished washing and began dressing, the familiar weight around his neck gave him comfort. Then the door burst open.

“AH! Oh, Maire. It’s only you.”

“Uruha! You’re not even dressed yet? We’re leaving now.”

“What? Already?”

Uruha snatched up his coat and pulled one boot on. He scanned the room for the other one. Where was it? He proceeded to scamper around the room searching for the other. 

“It’s under the bed,” Maire said, shaking her head scoldingly.

Uruha’s eyes darted to where his sister pointed. Sure enough, there was his boot. He pounced on it and thrust his foot into it.

“Are you ready now?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

~

Uruha felt much better already sitting in the carriage with his family as usual. He was so busy chatting with Eleanor that he didn’t even notice when they passed the gate of Mr. Sakurai’s plantation.  His heart rose even more as they rolled into town. He could already see the steeple of the Episcopal church. This was how it should be. This was life back to normal. Uruha liked going to church. It was a peaceful experience and the building and the ceremony were beautiful to watch. Church was a place he always felt secure. He knew and liked everyone there and they knew and liked him. And, of course, there was plenty of music. Church was his sanctuary so why did the foreboding surround him like a shroud of doom? What was that scent on the wind? It couldn’t be!

Uruha’s heart sank. There was Mr. Sakurai standing on the church lawn talking to old Miss Sadie. Why? Why did he have to be here? Uruha wanted to cry, scream, something. He couldn’t though so he contented himself with placing his hand on his chest, feeling the outline of his necklace through his shirt.

“Uruha.” He jumped and glanced at his concerned mother. He realized everyone was already out of the carriage and they were waiting for him.

“Uruha dear, are you feeling alright. You’re acting more distant than usual. Are you sick?” Uruha sighed in irritation as his mother brushed his hair aside and placed a hand on his forehead undoubtedly checking to see if he had a fever.

“I’m fine,” Uruha grumbled, swatting his mother’s hand aside.

Mrs. Scarborough just smiled. “I know honey. I just can’t help worrying about you. I’m your mother. It’s my job.”

Uruha weakly returned her smile. Despite the annoyance it caused, his mother’s gesture did serve to lighten his mood. It comforted him that she was there worrying about him. Darcey wouldn’t dare do anything to him under her watchful, maternal vigil. He realize that if his parents found out what happened last night his father would probably be angry at him, but his mother would probably murder Darcey for sullying her only son. Uruha’s lips spread into a smile at the thought.

His mirth was short lived, however, for as he looked up Mr. Sakurai’s predatory stare pinned him immediately. He couldn't move. He couldn’t breathe. He could almost feel the other man’s hands on him again, holding him down, touching him where he didn’t wish to be touched.

“Iiii! Uruha, don’t you see?” Marie’s excited shriek brought Uruha back to the land of the living.

“What am I supposed to see?” he asked, still wincing from the high-pitched screech emitted from right behind him.  

“Mr. Sakurai was looking right at me. I wonder if he means to court me?”

Uruha sighed, “Well, good for you and you know, I’m sure he can hear you.”

Marie’s eyes went wide at the realization and clapped a hand over her mouth. Confirming Uruha’s suspicions, Mr. Sakurai laughed and walked off toward the church steps.

“Oh my stars!” Marie whined, whipping out her fan and fanning herself frantically. “I’m ruined. What he must think of me…”

Uruha watched, bewildered. “He probably just thinks you’re a little silly.”

“I know it. I know it. He’ll never want to marry me. Why, he’d be more likely to marry you, Uruha. He seems to like you better than any of us.  You two were on the porch talking for an hour!”

Uruha’s mind scrambled for a response. “It was nothing,” he stammered. “He probably was just glad to have someone listen to his stories. You know how old people are.”

Marie huffed and muttered something about the fact that Uruha’s bad taste in men was to be expected.  Just then, the bells rang the hour and those on the lawn filed into the building.  Uruha tried to stay close to his parents. He didn’t want to get stuck beside Dacrey for an entire hour. The family entered the building then headed for their regular pew. Uruha suppressed a groan. There he was. Why did he have to choose their spot out of all the empty pews in the church? It couldn’t be helped. Uruha managed to put Marie between Darcey and himself, much to Marie’s delight.

Throughout the service, Uruha kept his eye carefully trained on the priest. Still, he could feel those eyes on him from time to time. Marie obviously thought that the gaze was for her but Uruha knew better, could feel the elder man undressing him with his eyes. Uruha wished the Marie would just give up this infatuation. It was now clear that Darcey desired him above all others.

As the congregation recited the Nicene Creed Uruha realized with dread what part of the service approached, the Peace. Everyone would greet and shake hands with the people around. He didn’t know how he would react to touching Darcey. Even though he knew nothing bad would happen, it was the principle of the thing. He didn’t know if he could deal with being touched by that man every Sunday.  

“May the peace of the Lord be with you.”

“And also with you.”

Uruha took a deep breath and plastered on a smile. It turned genuine as he shook his parents’ hands and wished them peace. It was likewise for Eleanor and even Marie. He turned around and greeted then family in the row behind. Maybe he could avoid Darcey this week. It was too much to hope for. Darcey shook Marie’s hand, causing her to giggle vapidly.  Then he proffered his hand to Uruha. The blonde reluctantly took it and, for that brief moment, two pairs of eyes met.  Uruha couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Darcey’s intoxicating scent washed over him and he was lost. Then the moment was gone.

The priest called the congregation to order and the service continued as it had. Uruha still felt that glances but, for some reason, they didn’t bother him quite as much. He was too distracted with images of last night flitting through his mind. Was it really so bad? He couldn’t deny that Darcey gave him great pleasure indeed. The memory of those smooth, cool hands ghosting over his skin sent a shiver down his back.

A concerned glance from his mother snapped Uruha back to reality. Great, now she’d be completely convinced that he had a fever. He just shivered in the midst of stifling summer heat. Their row went to communion then. Darcey did not go up to the altar, forcing Uruha to brush past him. He fought another shiver when their legs touched for the briefest instant. Uruha wondered why Darcey didn’t want to take communion. That was what the whole service led up to after all. That and Uruha privately enjoyed the wine immensely. He couldn’t wait until he was old enough to drink it regularly.  He dismissed the abstention. He’d never know the reason so why wrack his brain wondering? Thankfully, he went back to his seat from the other direction the rest of the service finished in peace.

When he escaped into the fresh air he went to find an out-of-the-way place to wait for his parents to exchange pleasantries. His stomach rumbled. He wondered what Henrietta cooked for Sunday dinner.  He mused over all of the delicious treats possibly awaiting him. The wished his parents would stop talking before his stomach digested itself.

Just then, none other than Darcey walked into view. Uruha shrunk back into the shadows. Then, to his surprise, Marie followed and Dacrey took both her hands in his.

“Maire darling, I have thought of nothing but you since we met. I realize now that I you are the one for me.”

What was he doing? Why was he kneeling down?

“Marie, will you marry me?”

“We…I… Yes! Of course I will!”

An hour ago, Uruha was certain he hated this man. Why, then, did he feel betrayed?

A/N: I know it took forever. I had to battle the whole freakin’ world to finish this but here it is.  

Title: An Antebellum Sunset

Chapter: 2/8
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: Eventual violence, rape, mild het, sex with a minor
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters:  Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1841. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…

“What am I doing?” Uruha thought as he walked to the edge of his family’s plantation. He felt Darcey’s eyes on him all through dinner though he tried to ignore it. Still, he didn’t have much of an appetite with all the thoughts swirling in his mind. He couldn’t understand Darcey one bit. After they went inside, he went back to flirting with Marie and Eleanor. No one paid any attention to him with the exception of a comment from his father: “Eat up Rory. You don’t want to be scrawny forever.” It seemed strange that his father used his real name. Everyone called him Uruha since he was a baby. On a vacation to Charleston his family ran across a man from the Orient. He said that it was a very fitting name as it meant ‘beautiful’ in his language.  

Maybe that’s why he decided to meet Darcey. He called Uruha beautiful, not frail or scrawny or measly. He really seemed to think that Uruha was a worthy person just as he was. Nevertheless, Uruha could not shake the feeling of foreboding that grew the nearer he got to the gate. What did Darcey mean when he said that he’d show him how he felt?  Then there was the issue of the kiss. Uruha had never been kissed like that before. Wasn’t that gesture something that a man did to a women? It didn’t make any sense. A large part of what drew him onward was the urge to assuage his curiosity.  

His pulse sped up at the sight of the dark figure waiting just beyond the metal bars. What would happen when he stepped outside his sanctuary. Belatedly, Uruha realized that he’d never been outside the plantation gates without his family. The gravel crunching beneath his feet was red in the waning daylight, making it look as though he walked through Martian dust rather than on the Earth of this own home.  

The dark figure turned to face him and Uruha stopped breathing for the moment that Darcey’s gaze took hold of him. It beckoned him to continue. Before he realized what he was doing Uruha stepped over the threshold and took the offered hand. Without a word, Darcey pulled him into his carriage and they were off.

“What have I done? What have I done?” Uruha’s mind screamed. This just didn’t seem right. They had only met this afternoon. Everything was happening too quickly. Why was he even going along with this? He glanced over the side of the carriage. Could he jump out? What if he was just being paranoid? His father trusted Mr. Sakurai. Perhaps the other man simply wanted to have tea and discuss self-esteem.  Why did he kiss him then? Yes, this was all wrong, but when Uruha looked up, he saw that it was already too late. They were pulling up in front of the house. Darcey handed off the carriage and told the slaves that he was not to be disturbed.

“So no one will hear me scream,” Uruha thought. Then he felt a large hand wrap around his and he reluctantly went into the house. They did not go into the drawing room but up the stairs. Uruha tried desperately to keep his wits about him but panic nagged at the edges of his consciousness. He fought the urge to scream and run when the bedroom door shut behind him.

“W-why are we in your bedroom?” Uruha tried unsuccessfully to keep his voice steady.

“I told you I would show you how I feel about you.” Uruha’s eyes flicked frantically around the lavish room for a route of escape as Darcey advanced on him.

“Are you going to kiss me again?”

“Yes, and so much more.”

Darcey smothered whatever Uruha intended to say. Uruha squirmed as a tongue invaded his mouth. That sweet scent surrounded him then and as he relaxed. He felt a hand stroking his hair. It all felt strange but strangely good. He felt almost feverish and his mind seemed suddenly foggy. Darcey’s lips moved to his neck and Uruha let his head fall back to give the other batter access. He felt his coat slip from his shoulders and deft fingers working at the buttons on his shirt. As the second garment fluttered to the floor, Darcey’s lips moved lower.

“You have such lovely shoulders,” the sultry voice purred. All Uruha could manage for a response was a moan deep in his throat. Cool hands had begun to toy with his nipples. Uruha gasped as he was swept off the floor without warning. When Darcey set him down on the bed, worry came alight within him once more. What was Darcey going to do? Already this was wrong. He could go to Hell for this, for letting another man do these things to him. Not to mention, if his parents ever found out he would be in more trouble than he could imagine. The sight of Darcey removing his shirt distracted Uruha from his thoughts. He had the nicest body Uruha had ever seen. Long, lean muscles flexed beneath startlingly pale skin. All the same, Uruha sat up and made for the edge of the large bed.

His back hit the mattress hard. A moist tongue attacked Uruha’s nipples.

“Darcey, please, we should stop this,” Uruha protested, trying to push the heavier man off him. “This isn’t right. I’m not…ugh…I’m not comfortable with this.”

Darcey smirked as he ground his hips against Uruha’s. The younger was getting hard quickly and his breathing came in deep gasps. “Your body would suggest otherwise.”

“No! Let me go.” Still, Uruha made no move fight. On the contrary, his hips arched upward and his hands grasped the coverlet. His mind felt clouded again and his body wouldn’t obey his mind. Even when his lower half met the air inch by inch, no objection left his mouth.

“Beautiful, so beautiful,” Darcey murmured, caressing Uruha’s inner thigh. The blonde had no idea he’d even spread his legs. It was just instinct. Soon the caresses stopped and Uruha whined. Darcey chuckled and Uruha almost wished he hadn’t been so insistent.

A wet finger pushed into his body. He tried to close his legs, get away, something, but he was held in place.

“Let me go!” he screamed. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re hurting me!”

Tears ran down Uruha’s cheeks as a second finger invaded him. Darcey’s free hand gripped Uruha’s hair just as a third finger went in and he swallowed the boy’s scream. However, after some well-aimed thrusts, the screams changed to moans.   

“Ugh, yes,” Uruha gasped breathlessly as a cock sank into him.

“That’s right, my darling. I mean to pleasure you.”

Uruha writhed in pleasure now between the thrusts to his prostate and the way his cock rubbed against the body moving above him. He felt something building in his stomach. His pleasure addled brain didn’t analyze it, just enjoyed it. His hips raised to meet the thrusts, striving to drive the throbbing member even deeper inside. He gasped as Darcey shuttered and released inside of him. Then white exploded across his vision.

It wasn’t until his vision cleared that Uruha realized that he had screamed. He fought to calm his breathing. What just happened?

“You were amazing,” Darcy whispered, showering kisses over his face which scrunched as he was left empty.

“My, you are young aren’t you?” he stroked Uruha’s stomach, which remained clean. He had yet to reach puberty.    

“I can’t believe I let that happen. Who knew I was nothing but a common whore?”

“Don’t say that!” Darcy gathered his young lover into his arms. “I wanted to make love to you to show you how much you mean to me.”

“How can I mean anything to you? You haven’t even known me for 24 hours.”

“Love at first sight.”

“Sure. I’m going home.”

Uruha pulled his clothes on and walked all the way back to his house. Darcey made no effort to go after him.  

NOTE: I’ll read this over later. Once again I finish the chappie @ 5 AM. Grr! I’m becoming nocturnal. 

Title: An Antebellum Sunset

Chapters: 0/8
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: Eventual violence, rape, mild het
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters:  Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1841. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…

The sun hung low on the horizon painting the tobacco fields a pale, soothing gold. A lone figure paced the furrowed rows. He blended perfectly into the heavenly scene. His hair shown with a golden sheen all its own as did his sundrenched skin.   Even his eyes sparkled a stunning hazel gold. This beauty dressed in white had no destination in mind. A breeze raced across the Carolina countryside just to caress this one’s cheek, bringing a subtle blush to the skin.

“Uruha! Come in! Supper’s ready!”

Uruha grumbled. He wasn’t hungry. He had no desire to obey his mother but he knew he should all the same. His father always criticized his scrawniness. He relished the last of the fresh air before heading inside. As he climbed the steps onto the vast porch of the plantation house, Uruha had to admit that dinner smelled absolutely mouthwatering.

When he entered the dining room, the whole family already sat around the table. Henrietta, one of the house slaves, was just setting down the last dish of food.

“You’re late,” Uruha’s father admonished sternly.

“I’m sorry, father. I lost track of time.”

“Well, let’s say grace,” his mother cut in in attempt to avoid an argument.

The family clasped their hands and bowed their heads while Uruha’s father said the prayer of thanks for the meal.

At the word ‘amen’ Uruha eagerly dug into his piece of roasted chicken. Seeing the tender meat surrounded with mashed potatoes and collard greens, all smothered in gravy perked his appetite.

“Wow, Uru. You really seem hungry today. I guess finally getting out of the house made you work up an appetite,” Uruha’s older sister Eleanor commented.

Uruha had to swallow before replying. “I suppose so. Still, I’d like to play the piano for a little bit before I go to sleep. I just don’t feel right going through a whole day without playing.”

Marie, the oldest of the three Scarborough children, spoke up. “You know Uruha, you really should find something more interesting to do. No woman is ever going to want to marry you at this rate.”

“Now Marie, that Uruha is only 15. He still has a lot of growing up yet.”

Uruha smiled. His mother always came to his rescue. He hadn’t minded Maire’s comment so much. It was mostly his father that worried him. Uruha couldn’t help but feel inadequate under his father’s glare. He knew he was a less than ideal heir. He wanted to please his parents but he also wanted to be true to his own character.  He wasn’t the strong, manly son his father hoped for.

“Have you heard about the man that bought the old Smith plantation?”

All present shook their heads ‘no’ and waited for Mr. Scarborough to explain.

“He seems like a really gentleman. He’s a veteran too. He fought in the War of 1812.”

Marie’s face fell. She was obviously hoping that the man would be young and handsome but the War of 1812 was almost 30 years ago.

“Does he seem nice?” Uruha asked. “I’d love hear his stories from the War.”

“You know, Uruha. I hope you spend time with Mr. Sakurai. I think he would be a good role model for you.”

“Maybe. May I be excused. I’d like to have my piano practice now.”

~

NOTE: This is just a prologue thingy to let you know where I’m going with this. Hopefully you will find it intriguing enough to continue reading and comment.

Title: Learn to Let Go

Chapters: Oneshot
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Angst, smut
Warnings: bondage, sadomasochism
Rating: NC-17

Band: Phantasmagoria
Pairings/Characters: Kisaki/Riku

Synopsis: Kisaki has been stressed and Riku seeks to help.
Prompt: Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in his fic. Nothing. Go away!

“Shut the door,” Riku reminded. Kisaki had not been himself as of late, far from it. The strain was becoming too much. Everyone knew it but said nothing. What was there to say? Everyone knew what it would mean if Kisaki were to ease his burden. It had already happened once. Matina had been dissolved, scattering the label’s bands to the wind. The stronger bands had joined Kisaki’s new label or founded their own. The newer bands, however had been left to fend for themselves. Gazette signed to a new label and became a huge success but they were the exception to the rule. Kisaki vowed never to let that happen again. 

Still, Undercode was getting too big for Kisaki to handle, physically or financially. He now paced back and fourth across Riku’s apartment mumbling to himself. He needed to release the tension, at least temporarily. He was obviously falling apart.

Riku had a plan though. He had no idea how to fix Undercode, but he could fix Kisaki if only for a little while.

“I didn’t ask you to my apartment so you could pace.”

“Fine! I’m sitting! Are you happy?”

Perched on the edge of the bed, Kisaki was playing right into the plan.

“I’m very happy.”

Riku sat down and scooted closer to his guest. Kisaki paid him no mind. That is, he didn’t until Riku’s arms wound around him and the vocalist’s lips found their way to his smooth neck.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’m not in the mood for this right now. I need to get things under control.”

“Control me then.”

Kisaki’s eyes widened at the sight of the handcuffs that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. He was even more taken aback when Riku snapped them over own wrist letting the free end dangle in front of the bassist’s face.

“You can’t be serious.”

“The keys are in the box at the end of the bed.”

Kisaki warily rose and peeked into the box which was where it was supposed to be. To his surprise, a key was not the only thing in there.

“You’ve been planning this haven’t you?”

“Only this far. What happens from here is entirely up to you.”

In that moment Kisaki came alive. A flame kindled in his eyes and Riku couldn’t help but wonder of this had been such a good idea.

“Strip.”

It took a moment for the single word to register. Then Riku began to remove his clothes. It wasn’t the first time Kisaki had seen him naked. They had had sex on many occasions. This time was different though and the blonde felt strangely exposed under his old friend’s predatory gaze. When his eyes lifted they were met with the sight of a rope dangling from the other’s grip.

“You need handcuffs and a rope? Isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“Speak when spoken to, bitch!”

Riku gasped as a hand collided with his cheek. However, when the surprise subsided, a smirk graced his face and his cock twitched visibly. It was never said out loud but a well known fact that Riku was very much Kisaki’s bitch. He’d do anything for that man.

Kisaki roughly cuffed Riku’s other hand in front of him and tied the cuffs to the head of the bed, forcing Riku onto his elbows and knees.

He then began to rummage around in the box. Apparent from his little giggle, he had found something to his liking. Returning to his bound lover, Kisaki reached around him to his front. Riku let slip a gasp as the clamps bit into the tender flesh of his nipples. Almost is if to comfort him, Kisaki began to lap at the back of his neck. This sent a shiver down Riku’s back and he could feel the lips against him upturn into a grin. The pleasure soon outweighed pain and a hand wrapped around his length. The bassist was literally laying atop him now, his clothed erection rubbing harshly against the delicate skin of Riku’s backside the nails of his free hand buried in Riku’s thigh.

Then the pleasure ended, leaving the bound vocalist with nothing but pain. The air in the room felt frigid on his exposed flesh.

There were more sounds of movement. Riku had no clue what Kisaki would do at this point. He honestly had not expected this amount of aggressiveness even if, surprisingly, it turned him on. At this point he just wished that he knew what was going on behind him.

He realized then that this could be how Kisaki felt right now: alone, hurting, exhausted. Was he expressing his feelings? Was he purging his emotions? It was a definite possibility.

There was no more time to ponder. Kisaki was back and began threading another rope around and between Riku’s balls. Riku tried not to panic. He hadn’t signed up for this! A hard slap to his ass tore a cry from his throat.

“I didn’t say you could make noises you stupid whore!”

The slap that followed was even harder but it didn’t sting nearly as much as the words. He clenched his teeth to cage in his sobs as the blows continued.  He was crying. He felt utterly degraded. Why did it turn him on? Why did he want more?

Riku had to contain his outburst once again as Kisaki stopped spanking his ass and shoved something into it. He was pretty sure of what it might be. He suspicions were confirmed when his trusty remote controlled vibrator hummed to life. It had pleasured him on many a tour. That was more like it. Then the vibrator turned off. Then it turned on briefly before turning off again.

‘Fuck you, Kisaki,’ he thought to himself. The bastard bassist was playing with the switch on the remote. On, off, on, off… He considered kicking Kisaki in the knee. Fortunately the vibrator stayed on and Kisaki draped himself over Riku once again and went to work kissing and softly biting his neck. This was good, a little pain, and lots of pleasure. Soon the pain was entirely gone when
Kisaki removed the nipple clamps and unbound his genitals. He also removed the vibrator but quickly replaced it with his throbbing cock.

“Scream for me, baby.”

That was no trouble at all. They were both so worked up. Kisaki’s thrusts were quick and shallow. It would be straight for release for both of them. Riku did, indeed, scream with every thrust into his prostate. His strong singer’s voice ensured that his neighbors would have no peace until he came.

Kisaki came hard but still tried to keep thrusting. It didn’t take much longer until Riku followed. With one last kiss Kisaki pulled out to get the keys.

“I have it.” Kisaki’s face was all alight as he unlocked the cuffs.

“What did you have? AIDS?”

“No! I have a solution.”

“What is it?”

Kisaki’s face fell.

“Riku, you helped me realize that letting go isn’t always a sign of weakness. You are the strongest, bravest man I’ve ever known for surrendering yourself to me like this.”

“What does that have to do with Undercode?”

“I’m going to let the stronger bands go this time and keep the newer ones. Vidoll, 12012, they’re good, smart guys. They’ll get picked up by another label in no time. Then I’ll produce full time.”

“What about us? What about Phantasmagoria?”

Kisaki’s tension was evident. He didn’t want to actually say it out loud.

“We’re going to have to be strong and let go.”

Both men fought tears now. They had assembled their dream band and had gotten so far in the little time they’d had. It seemed too soon for it all to be over.

“Can we re-form later if things get better?”

“I suppose.”

“Kisaki?”

“Hmm?”

“If I started my own band, would you be the producer.”

“Of course!”

“You know what? Even though it takes a lot of strength to let go, it’s not all bad. When you let go your hands are free to pick up something new.”

“But is this new thing any better than what we had.”

“I don’t know. We’ll see.”