Bad End Part 6 - Never let the pain stop

[goldenglasses]

CW: Noncon, dubcon, gaslighting, violence, imprisonment, confinement, bondage, sex toys, humiliation, body modifications, forced feminization, child death, sex slavery, forced pregnancy, degradation, miscarriages, mental manipulation, drug use, overdose, restraints, violence, torture, monster fucking, and everything awful. I feel I'm forgetting some warning so please be careful if you're reading this as we are going to go very dark.

Things only continue to get worse. Vash continues to spiral and loose himself the more the mind breaking continues. The mages continue to use Cyril like he's nothing but a toy to use and throw away. Yet, any chance they have to have together the love Vash and Cyril share together stays strong. For now that remains unbroken. With every day only getting worse that will continue to be challenged.

Cyril tries to look Vash in the eye. He may be disappointed by the way Vash's eyes drift to the side towards Cyril's shoulder. He tries to do it slowly and not draw attention to it, but as he's looking for it, it will be easy for Cyril to spot.



[name reference:
Chasind Warrior - Enid
Pack Leader - Roderic
Pack Warrior - Hyde
Pack Rogue - Alpin
Right bastard - Shira
Mage Male - Durand
Mage Female - Duclea
Creepy 'Doctor' - Nikolai
French Lady - Elyna
Mage - Arabelle
Mage - Eirk

Elf slave leader: Taenya
Taenya's son: Marikoth
Half-elves: Kythaela and Lierin
Cyril's replacement name: Lyra
Human Slave: Sarah
Master's Friend: Rupert
Two slave boys: Poppet and Honey
Cyril and Marikoth's child: Cassandra
Cyril and Vash's kids: Alex and Soren

The mages
Vash's master: Titus
One into elves: Claudius
Third mage: Aelius
Poppet and Honey's creator: Appius

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[goldenglasses]

"Then I'll look forward to tomorrow even more." He says before leaning in to give Cyril a kiss. "Here, hold Alex? I should make sure I have everything on correctly before I go." He's pretty sure his pants are currently on backwards.

i should go to bed. have a good night!

[samahl]

Cyril takes his second son and chuckles. "Oh, yeah. I should probably do that once you leave too..." He left most of his clothes in the other room, only throwing on what he could easily grab.

Enjoy the rest!

[goldenglasses]

It won't take Vash long to get changed again. He's surprised by how disappointed he feels when he gets properly dressed. He'll hold the boys and give Cyril a chance to get dressed before saying proper goodbyes and promises to be back tomorrow.

When he first departs, Vash seems composed and perfectly fine. That is until he reaches the edge of the forest and his mask starts to slip a little. The changes to his body throbbing with needs. As if anger at being so close and yet denied once more from what his body has been magically changed to need.

Getting closer to the cabin just makes that frustration worse. Thinking how he's about to be trapped in a small room with his brother. It's his brother that is keeping him from the man he really wants to be with.

Yet he smiles and doesn't show any of his frustrations as he approaches. Except for a slight flush to his cheeks.

[samahl]

Knives is outside of the cabin, actually. He is installing some technology to the roof as Vash comes inside. He has set up a communication relay to allow the cabin to get in contact with his people quickly.

He's taken off the jacket he usually wears, so as he works he has on just a tank top with his muscular but pale arms exposed to the air. When Vash approaches, he turns a bit to look at his brother, taking stock of the boys and his twin.

[goldenglasses]

For a moment, when his twin first comes into view, Vash can't help but stare. The nagging burning becoming much more intense and harder to keep bottled up within just him as he watches his brother work.

His brother work. What was he thinking? God, he needed ten minutes of privacy so bad.

It will pass. He tells himself while his fake smile falls into place on his face. Nodding his head towards the figure on the roof. Hands too full of toddlers to wave.

"Hey there, we're home. Give me ten minutes to get the boys settled and I'll bring you a drink. Looks like hot work up there." He adds with a chuckle.

[samahl]

Knives narrows his eyes slightly, as if he's picking up something different in Vash's voice. Then he nods. "Sure," he says. He doesn't stubbornly refuse the idea of drinking or eating anything. Instead, he turns to focus on finishing up the installation.

Inside the cabin, Knives has already set up a compact computer console and has installed a small HVAC system to make the house a little more comfortable. It all runs on a solar panel so they don't have to worry about batteries.

[goldenglasses]

"Oh." Vash is a little surprised by how much Knives has gotten done in one day. There are some comfort these items he know will bring them, but he also is already missing the completely simplistic life the cabin promised without the upgrades.

"Alright boys. Quick nappy check." He makes sure the boys are clean and settled. As their nap was interrupted they seem pretty happy to doze for the moment. Leaving Vash to feel alright leaving them for the short time it should take to bring his brother some water.

Another pang of desire hits him as he fills a flask with water. What was wrong with him today? Usually these feelings pass by now. Could it be the magic that had changed him?

He splashes a bit of water from the bucket onto his face. He just needs to cool down a little. This will pass.

By the time he's getting up onto the roof, Vash is his usual empty smile self. "Here, even if you don't need to drink, you should stay hydrated. It looks like you've been really busy today."

[samahl]

Knives nods, accepting the water and drinking it. "I can better monitor the surrounding area now," he explains. "And the boys will have access to the information as they grow."

[goldenglasses]

Vash doesn't notice the way he purposely watches his brother drink. The way he can tell the water is slipping down his throat by the way his Adam apple moves.

He nearly misses what his brother says. Lost in a day dream. He recovers quickly with a smile. "Good, I hope it makes you feel safer while we're here." He means that honestly.

[samahl]

"Are you feeling ill?" Knives asks after a moment. "Something is wrong with you."

[goldenglasses]

He can't help himself, he groans in embarrassment. The tension between not dealing with his feelings over Roderic's death and this unnatural desire to jump onto his own brother giving Vash a tension headache.

"I'm... fine." He finally lies. "I'm just tired. Heh, who would have thought raising twins would be endless work?" He tries to joke while implanting the start of hinting he needs a break and a little time alone.

[samahl]

Knives hums and shrugs. "Go lie down," he says. "Rest if you need it."

[goldenglasses]

He hesitates. Wondering if he can really get done what he needs if he was to go 'rest'. Vash takes a moment to glance around the roof.

"Sure you don't need a hand up here? How much work do you think you have left to do?"

How much longer will you still be up here? Is what he REALLY wants to ask.

[samahl]

"Likely less than half an hour. I'll be fine. Go rest."

[goldenglasses]

Can he do what he needs in ten, fifteen minutes? While his brother is up here in his tight shirt, working hard, getting sweaty. Then he'd probably need to come in and take a shower. Getting wet and cl--Oh.

Suddenly Vash feels wet in a way he's not use to feeling. He certainly hasn't cum, but his half finished bits seem to be awake in ways he hasn't really experienced before. He tries to keep his face neutral and tries to hide his embarrassment from his brother.

"Yeah?" He clears his throat. "I mean, if you're sure? Take your time. Best to make sure the job is done right and not rushed, right?" Yet he's suddenly moving really quickly. Hurrying to get off the roof as fast as he can without being too obvious that he's trying to rush. He needs to get off this roof now.

i should head to bed myself. have a good night!

[samahl]

Knives watches him, his eyes narrowed as he does. He finishes up what he's working on much sooner than he told Vash, finding his way down from the roof in around fifteen minutes before he heads back into the cabin.

Way to leave Vash hanging! Lol have a good sleep!

[goldenglasses]

When Knives comes inside, Vash is not in bed. The twins are snoozing there, but their father is missing.

Instead, Vash is off in the corner furthest from the bed. He's facing the wall, pants discarded behind him on the floor in his rush, his shirt he didn't even bother to take off. Instead lifting it up and balling as much of the front as he can into his mouth. Working in two ways - as a way to lift the shirt out of his way and also a slight gag to try and muffle his noises.

He's got one leg lifted up and his knee pressed into the wall to keep his balance. His prosthetic arm reaching between his legs, two of his fingers already carefully squelching in and out of his new pussy as his other hand strokes his leaking cock. He's so enthralled with what he's doing, with eyes shut, tears streaming down his face, and trying so hard to keep quiet and not wake his sons that Vash has no idea that his brother has come inside. The only thought he's thinking of right now is why didn't this feel like enough? Why couldn't he be with Cyril right now?

[samahl]

Knives opens the door quietly because he thinks the boys and his brother are taking a nap. He freezes when he sees what Vash is doing. For a moment, he remembers what it was like before Vash left him and ended up with the mages. He is still, his hand gripping the doorknob so hard he almost breaks it.

After a moment, he crosses to Vash and moves to touch him. If Vash doesn't break away, he'll wrap his strong arms around Vash and move to pull him in.

[goldenglasses]

He feels so desperate. He just needs a little more and he's not expecting Knives to arrive so soon. Usually what the mages did to him just had a never ending dull ache, but this was different and he needed some sort of release from the madness.

It's why he doesn't notice his brother coming up behind him. There isn't anyone who should be here for him to be listening for. There is just his heavy breathing and soft muffled moans.

Then someone touches him and Vash freezes. Titus! His mind snaps to attention and he stops completely. So use now to Titus shoving him into whatever position the mage wants or an order barked at him.

Except this wasn't Titus. He was dead and it was his brother's strong arms wrapping around him in a way that made his body quiver with sickening excitement.

Vash is coated in a thin layer of sweat as he spits out his shirt and starts to pull his hands away. "Knives?" He doesn't know if he should be furious at being interrupted or utterly embarrassed at being caught. Either way his heart beats rapidly. "You-- you're not supposed to be done yet." Or was he? How long has he been trying to get himself off?

[samahl]

Titus's arms had been thin and long. Knives has power in his arms. They are muscular, sure, but there's also such a deeply held strength in them.

"Shh. Don't talk. Let me help." It seems like he gathers up Vash and takes him to the bed as long as he's doesn't protest. His voice is gentle and though his arms are strong, they're also gentle. He isn't pawing at Vash, he's simply picking him up and guiding him to lie down.

[goldenglasses]

Don't talk. An order. But... he wants to talk. He needs to talk.

He needs this maddening feeling to go away.

It somehow feels like the world is moving in both slow motion and way too fast both at the same time. His head feels so far away and dreamlike when Knives lays him on the bed.

Has it always been so hot in this cabin?

"The boys." He finally is able to nervously break through the brainwashing to speak. He had gone to the corner to be away from them. To keep this... sickness? From accidentally spilling out to them. Yet he can't bring himself to voice anything more than that for now.

[samahl]

"They're fine. We'll keep them safe," Knives says softly. "Right now I have to focus on you..."

He shifts to touch Vash. He starts by sliding his hands down Vash's hips before reaching for his cock.

"You need help."

[goldenglasses]

"I need some t-Aahhh!" Why did that hand feel so good. It was like electrical currents racing through him. His hips bucking up as if begging for more. "Knives." His voice is pleading. For more? To stop? Vash doesn't know anymore.

He makes a half hearted attempt to sit up. Body swaying as if drunk or feverish.

[samahl]

Knives looks up at Vash. He leans back to give Vash space to sit up if he wants, but he doesn't remove his hand.

"Do you want me to stop?"

[goldenglasses]

There are tears streaming down Vash's face. That hand touching him feeling like torture right now.

"Knives, we're brothers. We can't." These are the words he says, yet his hips begin to try and grind into his brother's hand.