Song Suggestions:
I'm So Sick - Flyleaf
Facedown - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
All We Do - Oh Wonder

Warning ⚠️ :
violence, cursing, rape, mentions of suicide
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Akaashi

After Akaashi's brief brunch, he searched around the small room for proper clothes in cold air. He didn't know how far he'd be walking, or where exactly he was. He didn't have any money at all with him whatsoever, which made him anxious. He'd have to make this trek on foot, after escaping this hell. He'd have to avoid alleyways or any unpopulated streets where he could be easily be spotted. After rummaging through all the drawers, he eventually found a hoodie and a long sleeve thermal shirt as well as a thick pair of denim jeans.

Folding them neatly, he tucked them beneath his bed, deciding to test the key on the door. He could explore the house quickly, perhaps, and find money or a bag to carry food and his journal. The key had been taped under the counter, where he also taped a small butter knife and ice pick. He wasn't quite sure the uses for either of the potential weapons, but he didn't want to kill Terushima, no matter how awful he'd been. Akaashi couldn't stomach it, and the guilt would eat away at his already traumatized heart. He approached the door hesitantly, almost scared of touching the knob, as if there were a raging fire at the other side threatening to singe him through the metal.

He scoffed, shoving the key into the handle. "I'm already in the flames of hell, what would a small burn be?" He swung the door out before him, holding his breath as the light poured up the staircase before him. It felt way too easy, pathetically easy.

And it really had been, too easy that is.

His heart shattered into a million little inconsolable and indistinguishable pieces. He breathed out a breath he didn't know he held, and it came out in a broken whimper. His wobbly legs drug him up the stairs to yet another door. He didn't have to try the key again to know it required a different one. When he did attempt, he fell to his knees as the failure weighed onto his shoulders.

The last he checked, the time struck one o'clock.

His mind computed the next obstacle, wondering if he could use the ice pick to break the handle. Lips parted, his eyes wide and wondering, he questioned his gods and morals. He couldn't explain his predicament with logic, because no logical human being would ever brutally rape someone they supposedly loved and lock them away in a basement like an inanimate possession. He had never been a bad guy, either. He helped his friends when they were in need, fed the homeless, and did his best to spread love and joy and acceptance with his mass audiences. Why, of all the cruel people in Japan and in the world, would the cosmos bestow a situation so morbid and disgusting to someone like Akaashi?

Of course, his thoughts ended immediately, all his philosophical pondering halted, when he heard the slam of a front door. With his thoughts, his limbs ignored simple requests from his brain, which screamed at him to run, pleaded with his pitiful legs to move, to twitch in the slightest way in a crucial moment like this. The stomping feet drew closer, beating against the floor the way his heart hit his ribcage repeatedly.

Finally, his wretched legs lifted him from his deer-in-head-lights state. His jittery legs lifted him, slipping in his socks on the wood, slipping down the last few steps onto his knees inside his prison. He clutched at the knob, his fingers fumbling and slipping due to his sweaty palms as he got it locked. He heard the second, unforeseen door rip open, sounding as if some monster busted through the wood without acknowledging it at all.

His steps matched with those on the stairs, a race to see if Teru caught him or if he got away with it cleanly. He reached his hand under the table, desperately patting for the tape.

Just as he yanked his hand away from the undercarriage, Terushima entered the room, his nostrils flared and eyes dead and cold.

"Yuuji-sama..." He breathed, his relief fleeting like his freedom.

"You idiot," He hissed, shoving Akaashi away from the table and to the ground. He loomed forward, sending Akaashi scrambling back. "What were you doing?" He grunted, swinging his leg around, landing them right in the left side.

"I was waiting for you, Yuuji-sama." He sputtered, dragging in painful, heavy breaths as he gasped through his words. His hand covered the spot on his ribs, wincing considerably as he surmised that one or two of the little ribs at the bottom were broken.

"Pining after me, huh? You little slut, your boyfriend embarrassed me today again."

Akaashi's eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath of surprise before squeaking out a noise of pain. "What do you mean?" He propped himself up with one hand.

"On the news... I was at lunch with coworkers, and he was on the news talking, and whining, and being a little bitch, all because his precious Akaashi went missing!" He growled, changing his voice's sound to mock Kuroo. "It's all your fault."

Terushima pointed an accusing finger in Akaashi's direction. Akaashi's face twisted up in disbelief, before he struggled to push himself up onto his feet. He set his jaw, tilting his head defiantly. "My fault?" He questioned. "You're the cocksucker that fucking kidnapped me!"

Terushima halted, his muscles taut and limbs rigid. Akaashi had already drew back with his hand up to deflect a blow, but the hesitation was entirely unexpected. Had he struck a nerve?

"So how is this all my fault? You took me away from my home, my friends, my lover; you're a fucking volatile, uncivilized excuse of a man. Who are you to take me away, to put me in this stupid excuse of a prison against my will? To rape me?" Akaashi seethed, shifting his weight. With his hand still clutching his ribs, he fought to draw in another breath. "Who are you to declare that I am yours, and yours only?" He smacked down Terushima's hand bravely, no longer fearing the consequences.

Terushima resembled a short circuiting robot, with small pulsing twitches in his fingers, shoulders, and eyes. Perhaps Akaashi should be scared, but he couldn't feel much, other than being utterly livid. Maybe the last few words sent him spiraling, or perhaps it was the physical smacking away of his hand, but Terushima, with his taciturn golden eyes, latched a single hand around Akaashi's throat quickly, the grip like iron.

Akaashi choked out a noise of distress, and he clawed at Terushima's arms and hands until his vision became spotty and blurry. He felt like he was spinning, but he couldn't tell if he was simply losing consciousness unnaturally once more or if they were moving backwards. It surely felt like his legs were moving. The fabric of the bed pressed against his legs pulling him away from the brink of darkness, and the pressure around his windpipe opened enough to regain full consciousness.

Terushima released him fully, pressing him back further along, crawling atop of Akaashi's partially immobile figure. The fabric at his hips tugged up, and he could faintly hear the tie slipping out of the half bow. His lungs were screaming, and head pounding from the previous suffocation, but he still fought to lift his lead-weighted arm to paw at Terushima with all the strength he could. His mind moved miles a minute, galaxies a second, but he just couldn't get his motor functions to cooperate with him.

His heart thumped in his chest as feeling returned completely to his fingers, and his toes. Terushima ran his fingers across his skip in a haphazard and methodical way, as if in a rushed autopilot mode.

Akaashi's protests came out in hoarse whispers as his clothing were stripped away, now even the air scraping against his vocal chords worked against him. His eyes burned as he continued to drag in half breaths simply to maintain consciousness due to the outrageous stabbing pain he felt each breath he took, and Terushima's heavy weight pressing down on his bare chest didn't help much either.

His eyes drifted away from the blank face of Terushima, and his lips quivered lightly as he found a spot on the ceiling like he did last time.

It was no use, he could not fight it.

He couldn't fight Terushima.

"You really are the biggest idiot in this planet," Kuroo yelled angrily, slamming his fist against the door. "Because I know, in my heart, that you want this just as much as I do."

Akaashi's eyes widened a bit, as he recollected that night.

"You've never been a fighter, I know. Yet I also know you want to fight this. You want to be with me just as much as I want to be with you. You're such a pussy sometimes, Akaashi Keiji. You would never stand up for yourself seriously, never take what you want. You let people walk over you and then smile and thank them. Just this once Akaashi, don't step out of the line of fire."

He listened to Kuroo scolding and pleading with him in his head, his tears streaming from the corner of his eyes.

"I need you to open this door—for you. Most of all, open the fucking door for me. I need you, just you. I know you're the strong one for everyone all the time and take loss with pride, but please. Just this once."

His blood ran hot in his veins, the spark in his heart igniting with the longing pain from the absence of Kuroo in his arms. He couldn't simply sit back and let someone do this to him again. He couldn't be bullied and just take it.

He needed to fight back.

He shifted his weight beneath Terushima, a snarl forming on his lips. "Teru-fucking-shima..." He growled lowly, and Terushima's eyes lifted, bored. He cleared his throat, before gathering all the snot and blood and saliva, and he hawked it into Terushima's eye. Yuuji jerked back, crying out, and Akaashi pulled his knee up, crushing Terushima's groin mercilessly.

Curling up in a small, writhing ball, Terushima whined lowly, sucking in a breath, as he fell to the side.

Akaashi took the golden opportunity. In a fit of rage, Teru left all his doors wide open for Akaashi's exit.

He rolled off the bed, dropping to the ground on his side heavily, knocking the wind out of himself for the second time in the last half hour. This time, he refused to take a break, and he stumbled to his feet, wobbling across the wooden floor and through the door. He didn't even care that he simply wore a pair of rubber ducky boxers and had no shoes at all. He would get away, and if he were fated by the gods to stumble out into the snow and suffer from hypothermia it would be better than dying a pointless death in the trap of a home Terushima had him in.

He made it out of the strair way with no issues, and he looked up and down the hallways looking for the real exit. To his left he could see the front door wide open with snow blowing into the home in gentle, welcoming tufts. He scrambled to the door, sliding on the rug beneath his feet, almost falling. He grabbed the ice cold knob, whipping it open all the way, sighing for a second as the cold air embraced his skin and blew his hair back.

He always loved snow, but his joy to see it hadn't been so great in years. He took a weak step forward, and made it half way down the front steps, before someone gripped onto his arm.

Releasing a cry of anguish, Akaashi was dragged back into the living room.

"Akaashi!" Terushima raged, swinging Akaashi into the window face first, before pinning his wrist between his shoulder blades. The glass cracked, and he felt his blood joining the hot tears running down his cheeks. He squirmed beneath Terushima, managing to elbow him in the ribs. Terushima stumbled back, but his hold on Akaashi did not falter much. He fell to the side, twisting his arm out of the weakened clutch, clambering to his knees as he wildly crawled to the door. Teru grabbed his ankle, sliding him across the wood. Akaashi's nails made a retched sound as they scrapped against the ground, clawing to get away. He spun onto his back, drawing his other leg up to kick, only to be pinned down.

Terushima drew his fist back, cocking his arm back and swinging down onto Akaashi's jaw. Keiji's jaw clicked, and he felt his back molar chip and metallic blood kiss his tongue. His head spun, large black spheres drifted, impeding his vision. The stars looked more like voids of darkness and defeat to Akaashi.

"What is your issue today?" Terushima yapped exasperatedly, before spinning Akaashi onto his stomach and pulling down his boxers.

Akaashi could barely even lift his hands, which rested idly by his cheeks, as Yuuji shifted himself and pushed his cock into Akaashi. Akaashi managed a meek whimper, the searing, tearing pain only proving to make him more miserable than he really ever thought possible.

He wondered if he could just die. He wouldn't wish treatment on anyone, and if he simply slit his throat over his notes and drawings, showering them with the last of his life force, the last that he could give to anything. He wondered if his loved ones would shake their heads, and mutter on how he could've held on just a bit longer. He wondered what exactly Kuroo would do if Akaashi had suddenly and irreversibly lost his place on this plane of existence without a real good bye, or any at all. Surely, the idiot was crumbling as it was.

The wind gusted the door open fully, and it rested against the wall.

For a moment, the sun reflecting off the snow blinded him, as if some secret oasis opened from the portal before him, just out of reach. Snowflakes nestled in his hair, and fell upon his warm back melting there.

He lifted his cheek from the wooden floor, and stretched his arm and fingers out towards the snowy paradise before him—the release from hell.

Maybe he shouldn't abandon all his hope after all.

His eyes fluttered shut, and he fell into darkness.

a/n: happy holidays?😅