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Knives sat back in his throne. He watched as an image on the screen in front of him sprang to life, revealing a darkened alley between boxy, ramshackle buildings. The image was shaky, but flying worms couldn’t really be expected to be perfect cameramen. He could see well enough. The figure stumbling across the screen was Vash. The red coat wasn’t even necessary to give it away. Knives would have known his brother on instinct.
It was disturbing to see his brother like this, barely able to hold himself up against a wall. Knives would have expected drunkenness to be beneath a plant, but apparently that wasn’t the case for his brother’s poor fallen soul. His legs were barely holding him up.
“You sure that’s him?”
Knives looked down at the creature beside him. Zazie was only half-focused on the screen, seemingly more concerned with twirling a strand of hair between their fingers.
“Shut it. I know that’s my brother.”
“Hard to believe you’re related, huh?”
Knives understood where the beast was coming from. It couldn’t possibly sense the nature of the relationship shared by the pair. Worms may not have been as repulsive to Knives as humans, but they were just as primitive, and the nature of plants was far above them. Really, he pitied Zazie for their inability to comprehend the bond he and Vash shared. Their souls were two halves of one whole. Even as far apart as they were now, the connection couldn’t be severed.
A shadow loomed over Vash on the screen, and Knives felt something twist in the pit of his stomach. Vash, of course, seemed unaware. He continued stumbling forward without a care in the world until the shadows surrounded him, four immense figures closing him in against the wall. Vash paused, his addled mind stalling as he struggled to take in the situation. Time seemed to slow until one of the men raised a gun. A loud click echoed through the speakers, distorted and staticky but unmistakable.
“You shouldn’t be walking home alone in a place like this, pretty boy.” The voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard, be it from the poor recording device or from the wretched mouth it emanated from. Knives’s blood ran cold. Vash just stood, stupefied.
“It’s okay, cutie. We don’t wanna hurt you.” Another man placed a grimy hand on Vash’s shoulder. “You got lucky tonight, yeah? All we wanna do is play for a little while, and if you’re a good boy, we’ll send you right home in one piece.”
More disgusting hands grabbed Vash’s coat. Vash seemed to snap out of his drunken haze briefly, reaching down for his gun, but his reflexes were far too slow in that condition. One of his assailants had already grabbed his firearm, twirling it in his hand.
“Of course, if you don’t play nice, we don’t have much of a choice, right?” The man with his own gun pressed it to Vash’s forehead. “We don’t want that.”
“This is a nice coat. I’d hate to have to rip it off you.”
“Yeah, right? Why don’t you take it off for us, sweetheart?”
Vash shook his head slowly. The hands on his body tightened their grip, bunching the fabric of his jacket.
“Look, we’re not asking, okay? I don’t know if you’ve heard, but we own this town. Anything that comes onto our turf is our property. That includes you, blondie.”
“W-what do you want?” Vash slurred.
“Just some fun with a cute boy. Is that too much to ask?”
“Besides, you owe us back for all those drinks.”
“What?”
The men laughed. Knives’s ears hurt.
“When I said we own this town, I meant the bar, too. And you racked up quite a tab.”
“They said it was on the house.”
Another torturous laugh.
“Guess our bartender had his eyes on you. Maybe he’ll show up to collect his tip. But hey, nothing’s really free, is it? You should’ve known that.”
The hands were starting to synchronize their motions. Their combined efforts pulled Vash’s coat from his shoulders, exposing his bare arms.
“Fucking hell. What did you get into?”
The hands poked and prodded Vash’s newly bared skin. Knives followed their movements over an array of scars, thick bands and clusters of discolored skin. Knives clenched his hands into fists.
“Someone roughed you up, huh?”
“Lot of people roughed you up.”
“Tight little shirt. I wonder if you’re scarred up under there, too.”
“Hey, I almost like him better with the shirt on. Maybe we leave it.”
“Oh, but look at those nipples! They’re just begging to be touched.”
Hands grasped the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to his chest. Knives caught glimpses of Vash’s torso. He’d grown well, the muscles in his chest and stomach subtle but pretty. However, Knives couldn’t help but notice the thick patch of scars on his belly. It was almost as horrible as watching his brother be manhandled. Knives tried to tell himself that it was Vash’s own fault, that this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t run off on his own and let humans have their way with him, but Vash was still his brother. He still hated seeing him so cruelly mutilated.
“Fucking hell.”
“Hey, his nipples are still good. Look how cute and perky they are.”
One of the men rubbed his thumb over Vash’s nipple. Vash whined. It sent a chill up Knives’s spine.
“Zazie,” he growled. “Turn this off.”
“Eh. You should probably keep watching.” The beast looked up at him, pale blue eyes shining. “If it’s too much for you, I can watch it myself and report back, boss.”
“It’s not too much.” Knives sighed. He leaned back, focusing again on Vash. His assailants had started on his pants, fighting to undo his belt. Knives held his breath. One hand found its way down the front of Vash’s pants.
“That’s a pussy.”
“What? Bullshit.”
They’d finally managed to undo his belt, leaving the front of his pants hanging open and allowing more hands to grope over his underwear.
“Damn. You’re right.”
“Hey, if you still want his ass, be my guest, but—“
“Fucking move. Let me see.”
They pulled the fabric of Vash’s underwear aside, making Vash hiss as the fabric pulled at his waist. Knives’s eyes went straight to his brother’s sex, his pretty pink folds cloaked in soft blond curls. It had been so long since Knives had seen that part of his brother, since they’d bathed together as innocent children. As far as he knew, Vash was still innocent, even as his body had been torn and scarred he still had his sanctity.
And now these creatures were going to take that from him. Filthy fingers rubbed at his folds and prodded his clit. Knives wanted to scream. They were soiling Vash, making a mockery of his perfect body.
“Hey, at least it’s still intact.”
“It’s fucking hot is what it is.”
“Move. I want a piece of it.”
“Easy now, boys. I get first dibs.” A large man shoved his way through the group, standing close to Vash. Vash was tall, but this man easily dwarfed him. He shrank against the wall, but it did little to put any distance between himself and his assailant. The man shoved his hand beneath the waistband of Vash’s underwear, groping him deeply. Vash’s mouth hung open, letting out a soft moan.
“You like that, huh?” He pressed himself to Vash’s body, leaning close to growl into Vash’s ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Spread those legs for me.”
He pulled Vash’s underwear down to his thighs and then slipped his hand between them, rubbing his folds.
“Someone get me a knife. I can’t work with this.”
A couple hands reached out with rusty pocketknives, and Vash’s assailant grabbed one. He quickly tore through Vash’s underwear. The knife moved dangerously close to the flesh of Vash’s thighs as he went, but he managed to break through the fabric without leaving a mark on the skin beneath. Vash’s underwear hung in tatters on his thighs, leaving his sex in plain view. The man shoved tossed the knife to the ground and gripped Vash’s thighs tightly.
“C’mon, baby. I just wanna show you a good time.”
“Please,” Vash said softly. “You’re making a mistake.”
The man snorted.
“Mistake? Hell no. This is the best decision of my life.” He reached down with one hand, pulling his throbbing cock from his pants. It was such a disgusting thing. It made Knives sick to his stomach to even look at it, let alone imagining it violating his brother.
“Look, I’ll give you money. Or bullets. I don’t have much on me, but you can have whatever you want, okay?” Vash pleaded. “Just… please don’t… do that.”
“Oh, baby, we can get all the money and bullets we want. What we can’t always get is a cute little bitch like you with a pretty little hole to match. And that’s what I want.” He took his cock in his hand and guided it to Vash’s folds, rubbing his tip between them. Vash whimpered, and Knives wished the feed didn’t have audio.
“Tight little thing. You ever taken cock before?”
“N… no…”
Knives’s stomach lurched.
It should have been me.
For a moment, he tried to push the thought away, but why deny it? Maybe humans thought it was wrong to do such a thing to one’s brother, but why should Knives trust the judgment of creatures that had no problem defiling someone? Nothing he could do to his brother could be worse than this. If he’d been able to, if he’d had the strength and forethought to do it, he would have taken Vash’s virginity himself. He would have been so loving, so gentle, planting soft kisses on Vash’s folds and tenderly fingering him open until his body was ready to accept him. He would have fit Vash perfectly, because they were meant for each other.
Vash was whimpering, the sounds only growing more intense as his assailant pushed into him. It was difficult to see, but Knives knew the moment that horrible cock entered his brother. He watched Vash’s face twist in pain, heard his strangled scream. He watched as the man thrust into Vash, slamming him into the hard wall. Knives felt a lump in his throat. He wanted to scream. How could anyone do that to him? How could they be so cruel to his perfect, beautiful brother? How could they ruin him like this?
Knives knew the answer. Humans were monsters, all of them. They dirtied and used Vash because they were selfish and violent and they didn’t care. He allowed himself the slightest glimmer of hope that Vash would finally understand that, but if having his body torn apart didn’t get it through his head, being violated probably wouldn’t either.
When the man pulled away, he left milky, shimmering fluid staining Vash’s folds and running down his thighs. Knives took a deep breath, trying to hold back a gag. The image was almost too much to bear, his beautiful brother stripped and defiled.
“Who’s next?”
“Think he can take two of us?”
“I don’t know. He’s real tight.”
“Not for long.”
Vash’s body seemed to go limp. Two more men pressed themselves against him, crowding him like vermin on a corpse. All Knives could see was Vash’s face, red and soaked with tears and growing more so by the minute. His eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth opened, letting whimpers and moans pour out. They soon progressed to cries. He squirmed against the wall and kicked against his assailants to no avail.
“Fuck, that’s a tight fit.”
“It feels like he’s gonna tear.”
“Hey, be gentle with him. Some of us still need a turn.”
“We’ll leave his ass. You wanted that anyway, didn’t you?”
Knives’s face felt hot. He wasn’t sure if it was just anger or he was about to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was a kid, but this may have been enough to put him over the edge. When he’d lost Vash to the humans, he knew something horrible was bound to happen to him, but not this. Knives wasn’t so sick that he could have imagined Vash’s body marred with ugly scars, pinned up against a wall and violated repeatedly.
The men’s release dripped down Vash’s thighs. Knives wondered how long it would be before his brother found a shower again, how long he’d have to remain filthy.
If only he’d stayed with me. I would bathe him every day. I’d never let something like this happen. I’d never let anything bad happen to him. He’d be clean and warm and safe and perfect, my perfect brother…
On the screen, Vash had slumped to the ground, his bare knees in the sand. One of the men had pulled Vash’s head to his crotch, trying to force his cock into his mouth. Vash looked catatonic. His hair was damp with sweat and falling into his eyes. Knives had never been particularly fond of physical affection, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to hold his brother and never let go.
That, and he wanted to slaughter every one of the humans that had done this to him. He wanted to see them bleed and suffer for ruining his brother.