Maxwell: Yes, I am starting another story but I won't apologize for it…this is one I've wanted to work on for quite a while. The writing style may have changed…for better I hope…-.-' Since I'm almost finished with 'In Situations Like These…' (Yes, just a few more chapters…) this will be my next big project.

This story is about a young boy who is abused and raped (cause I'm cliché and I love it! XD) who finds himself befriended by an arrogant male stripper…well, that's all I got to say…read for details.

Story/chapter info:

Rated: R…or whatever

Pairings: None

Warnings: Rape, abuse, pedophilia, self mutilation, and self servicing (for the pleasure of others)

Quote: Dolls are very beautiful and also very frightening because we see death in them –Hanakimi

Ikiningyou

Chapter One

The cold December air burned his cheeks as he ran down the ice slicked road. His breath was coming in small pants as he passed the people around him. His pale cheeks were now red and almost frostbitten, his caramel eyes were red and stinging from the air, and his rust red hair now accompanied by icicles…it was surprising to see his frail body moving so quickly.

It seemed so far away, his small rundown apartment which was accompanied by his stepfather and himself. It was only two blocks from the small supermarket, but when you're life was on the line, it was ten miles. He finally found the street; almost thankful to see its broken homes, rusted cars, and the familiar smell of gasoline, weed, and rotting food…he was home.

He made his way up the ice slicked steps, now realizing how dangerous his running was. He hoisted the heavy bags up, gripping the railing, careful not to fall. He was lucky it was only on the second floor, not the third, or he may still be climbing as the icy winds nipped his sensitive skin. He smiled at the rotting, ugly green door as he pulled out his key and let himself into the toasty home.

He grabbed the bags, bringing them into the house and taking them to the kitchen where they were set on the counters until he could find time to put them away. He reached for the icy milk, his fingers burning from the cold. He decided not to grab it yet and left the room to let his hands warm up. He headed down the dank hallway, making his way to his room, to remove his heavy clothing when he was noticed.

"Hakuji, is that you?" A man murmured. The drunken voice proved it to be Frank.

Hakuji, who was standing right outside the doorway nodded solemnly. He didn't want to look the man in the eyes, fearing tonight's punishment. If he was lucky it'd be the usual few smacks, a few throws to the wall, or maybe a slap in the face. His eyes were closed tightly, hoping for one of those few.

"Look at you." The greasy drunkard said around his cigarette. "You're so pretty…it's sick." He took a swig of his Jack Daniels©. "Huh…come here."

Hakuji, as he was called, bit his lip as his eyes filled with tears. It was always too good to be true. He took an awkward step into the room, almost falling as his knees shook. He swallowed hard though the feeling in his stomach could hardly contain it. It seemed like forever but it was only seven steps maximum to reach the black haired man. Hakuji stopped in front of him, his caramel eyes staring into the man's own black pits.

"Do it." He commanded.

Hakuji closed his eyes, turning his face up the ceiling as he removed his coat, dropping it on the carpeted floor at his feet. He reached up to the buttons on his shirt but a sharp pain in his wrists immediately stopped him. He let out a small, pain stricken gasp.

"No…" Frank said, "This is my part." He unbuttoned the boy's shirt quickly, disposing of it as if were diseased. He ran a course hand over Hakuji's flawless skin, stroking the tender nipples. Hakuji let out another gasp. "Shut your fucking mouth…" Frank grumbled. He unbuttoned Hakuji's pants, pulling them to the teens ankles. "Step."

Hakuji stepped out knowing in the end it will have benefited. Now standing naked in the cold room, his nipples and member immediately hardened. He flushed from the embarrassment. He could feel the man's hungry gaze as it passed over every inch of his porcelain body.

"Down." Frank commanded.

Hakuji didn't move, still unsure.

"All fours this time." The greasy drunk said.

Hakuji's eyes went wide as he shook his head no, pleadingly. He grabbed Frank's hand and earned a slap to the face which knocked him to the carpeted floor. He held his cheek, trying best to ignore the throbbing pain.

"I said all fours this time…so do it."

Hakuji nodded, letting the tears come out this time. He didn't care now…he was still getting the worse punishment imaginable. He got on all fours, looking over his shoulder to the greasy adult, his caramel eyes wet.

"Do it…" Frank murmured.

Hakuji felt his body going limp. This wasn't something someone was supposed to watch…even if he is a young teenage boy, masturbation is a private matter. He supported all of his weight on his right arm so he could grab his stiffened cock and stroke himself with his left. His breath came short quickly, it always did, as his eyes closed and he let out moans of ecstasy. He quickened the pace just to get himself out of this faster.

"A-Ah!" He moaned out. The tip of his cock burned as the hot pre-cum drizzled out from the top. "Oh-ah! Oh-uhn!" His throat went tight as he came all over his hand, his seed dripping on the moldy carpet.

Frank was stroking at his own erection, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as moans elicited from his throat. He quickly removed his pants, pushing them down his stubby, hairy legs. Without warning, his own throbbing sex entered Hakuji's entrance.

Hakuji cried out in pain as he felt his insides tearing apart. He gripped the carpet with sore fingers, trying to stop the harsh movements of his body. He cried out louder and louder with each thrust.

It lasted about ten minutes until Frank came inside Hakuji's bleeding body. Once finding himself empty and satisfied, Frank pulled out of the boy and cleaned himself up with Hakuji's shirt. He pulled his pants on and stared down at the boy, kicking him once in the stomach

"Stupid little shit." He murmured as he left the room, probably to go to the strip joint down the road.

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Hakuji limped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where the milk was still sitting. Now spoiled, he poured the contents and threw the empty cartons away. He kept himself supported on the counter as he limped around it trying to get back to his room, but as he made his way around the dark kitchen, he didn't see the knife on the edge until it cut into the soft flesh of his palm.

"Ah!" He gasped. He cringed slightly, flicking on the light to get a look at the wound. It was deep…very. But as the blood ran down his fingers and onto the counters and floor, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He picked the steel object up…he'd made his first friend.

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A young man clad in a black, leather trench coat and thigh high boots made his way down the street to the small strip joint…duty called. With a thin cigarette in his mouth, he was patting down all of his pockets looking desperately for his lighter since he wouldn't be able to have another smoke until his shift was over.

"Shit." He mumbled when he was still unable to find it. As he searched some more, a loud scream of pain from the apartment behind him caught his attention. He looked up to see the said apartment, the only with a light on, go dim. Something fell with a clatter. He looked down at the foreign object…a knife covered with blood.

The sight made his nose wrinkle, his hazel eyes glaring at it. He shoved his hand in his pocket, surprised to find lighter…finally. He brushed his silver hair from his eyes, pulling the silver Zippo© from his pocket. He lit it, bringing it to the cigarette in his lips. He inhaled, his eyes closing slightly. He returned it to his coat and exhaled the grey smoke into the black sky. He again looked at the blood covered knife…

He dropped the lit stick to the ground, stubbing it out with the tip of his boot. "Fuck it." He murmured as he started for work again.

-End Chapter One-

Maxwell: Sorry…shorter than expected but…whatever. Enjoy either way.