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“Yasha! Yasha!”
The voice yelling out is full of excitement; it knocks Anton’s attention towards it.
Soon, he sees Teucer running across the house, darting towards him with paper in hand. “Yasha is coming home!”
Anton freezes, as if time is no longer moving. Yasha is coming home.
“...Ajax?”
Teucer beams in delight. His face could challenge the sun by how bright he was about the news. He runs over, jumping on Anton with a crumpled letter in hand. “Yasha! He’s at the harbor.”
Anton carefully takes the letter from Teucer’s palm, and Teucer soon slips off him. He bounds out of the room to tell Tonia of their brother’s soon to be arrival. Anton walks to the chair in their living room, sitting down as he reads each line carefully.
‘I’ll be home soon. I’ve missed everyone! I brought gifts and souvenirs, and our fathers’ medicines.
I will be at the harbor for a while. I’m sending this letter until I’m released from duty and allowed to commute home. Hopefully by the time it reaches you all, I will already be close.
I’m sorry I was unable to visit sooner.
Love, Ajax.’
“Love, Ajax.” Anton reads out, as if he doesn’t know what he just read.
“Love, Ajax.” He repeats it, still trying to understand.
He looks around to see if anyones watching before he crushes the paper in his hands. The letter is thin, and it tears as he presses it into a tight ball. Sharp corners of it poke his hands, and that alone stops him from damaging it further. Slowly, he begins unraveling it, readying himself to read it again.
Love, Ajax.
It’s time for breakfast.
Anton doesn’t remember going to sleep, and while that is normal for most people, it’s strange to him because he doesn’t even remember leaving the chair yesterday afternoon. The last thing he was doing was reading the letter Teucer had handed him.
Where is the letter?
Anton yelps as Tonia smacks the back of his head. “Are you only going to stare at the food me and mom made!”
Anton scoffs, rubbing the area of impact as he stares at her. “It’s ‘mom and I’, and no, I was just thinking!”
In an attempt to prove Tonia wrong, he grabs a fork-full of their breakfast and shovels it into his mouth. After a few seconds of judgemental staring, Tonia begins to look pleased.
Making her look pleased, huh.
He guesses that’s really all he can do for her these days… mostly because Ajax interferes with anything else. Any relation he has, family included, Ajax already has gotten his dirty hands on. That includes his and Tonia’s relationship.
“You’re being too handsy with her. Touch her anymore and I’ll make sure you have nothing else to touch her with.”
That was uttered months ago, but the threat is still real to him; it’s rebranded into his brain everytime he tries doing anything for her. While that may be disappointing to her, it doesn’t negate the fact that Anton is barely even allowed to look at Teucer.
It’s an unspoken rule to everyone in the house that Teucer is in charge when Ajax is not. When he goes to “work”, and Teucer wants something, he will get it. If he doesn’t, and Ajax comes home to find out that he doesn’t, Ajax will make it everyones’ problem.
Anton will not meddle with that dynamic anymore.
He’s learned his lesson.
It’s the lesson Ajax keeps beating into his fractured, broken body every time he comes home.
“You’re doing it again!” Tonia yells from across the room, and Anton finally swallows.
Everyone has left the table.
“Since you’re the last one to finish, help me do dishes!” Tonia demands, and Anton doesn’t even complain, letting the cold scraps on his plate fall in the trash as he walks over to help Tonia clean up.
“...Sorry.” He mumbles, and Tonia gives him the cold shoulder in a dramatic fashion, flipping her hair on his shoulder and sighing loudly. Anton can only giggle, turning on the faucet before using his hand to cone the water towards her.
“Anton!” She cries, and Anton could only flick the rest in her face.
“Quit being pouty, if Ajax comes home and sees you mad at me, he’s going to rough me up.” Anton says, and Tonia rolls her eyes, grabbing the dishes.
“Please, the most he does is make you do physical labor, and I think that’s fair punishment for not eating my food. You could’ve said you weren’t hungry!” Tonia pouts more, and Anton’s brows begin to furrow. He’s tried in the past to confide in her about Ajax’s attitude towards him, but she just… brushes him off.
“Ajax is our knight! He would never just push you off the hill without a reason! He was probably saving you from something!”
No, Ajax didn’t do it for some sick savior complex, he did it because he felt like it.
Anton’s very existence to Ajax is a threat, and Anton’s just here until the family’s dear brother decides to kill him off.
Maybe their older siblings would believe him, but they’re more elusive than Ajax will ever be. One’s in Natlan for his career, and the other… Anton doesn’t know. What he does know, is the tension that’s built between the two of them and Ajax. It was something born before his time.
Anton jumps when Tonia takes revenge by splashing him with water, giggling in triumph as it hits him right in the face.
“You-!”
“Take out the trash before snow builds up, okay! I will release you from duty after.” Tonia giggles, and Anton could only roll his eyes, walking over to tie off the bag of trash, and lifting it from the can. He makes way towards their front door, but he stops by the time a cold wind gushes in, and the door swings open wildly.
Maybe it’s the way the snow melts on the leather boots that have stomped in - or the way the cold draft rushes in encapsulating Anton, that leaves him cold and frozen in place. His eyes travel up the lavish boots to see the intruder.
Ajax.
The light from outside overcasts his shadow, covering the ground where Anton stands.
Their eyes lock. The emptiness inside them that could drag Anton in, and shake his soul. If it weren’t for the excited patter of the feet beside him, revealing Teucer, Anton thought he would’ve been grabbed.
“Yasha!” Teucer practically rips through their tension with his scream and most likely alerted the rest of the family with it too.
Anton manages to slip away, but not before watching those eyes shift into something softer, more welcoming as Ajax turns to look at Teucer. A genuine smile curls on his lips as he stretches his arms out for Teucer to grab. “Teuschenka!”
Anton hides in their parents room, the one place he’s noticed Ajax doesn’t like going in.
He can hear his siblings cry in joy and their mothers' exhausted breath thanking him for coming home.
A shift behind him has Anton jumping out of his skin, and slowly, he turns to stare at Father.
He’s been bound to bed for years, and Anton has a sneaking suspicion it’s Ajax’s doing. He has no proof other than one argument he heard between them years ago, when Anton was still putting binkies in his mouth.
It was messy. Anton can’t remember what was said, but days later, Father had an ‘accident’ while hunting with Ajax. After that, he was unable to move, and every time Ajax comes home, he brings unmarked medicines that he claims will help his recovery.
Maybe Anton is projecting, but any ‘hunting’ trip he’s taken on results in Ajax hurting him, so he can’t help but think Ajax had done the same to their dad.
Anton stares at his sleeping expression, stuck in a comatose state. He can’t remember the last time he heard their father talk past the yelling. Slowly, he walks over to the side of the bed, staring at the man who Mother took care of extensively, day by day.
“Ajax… he’s home.” Anton truly doesn’t know who he’s telling, their father can’t even respond, but he needs to tell somebody. He reaches his hand out to put on his fathers. “...I’m scared that he is.”
No response as to be expected, but he feels disappointed because of it.
Suddenly, Anton hears the doorknob shift and the urge to hide takes over. He drops down and rolls under the bed, covering his mouth when his mother and Ajax walk in.
“I-I tell you, I think he’s improving!” Their mother says excitedly in her own right. Ajax can only chuckle, walking closer to the bed. Anton watches his feet land right in front of him.
“Well, hopefully he can go off the medicine soon, but I know you missed a few days… Make sure he takes them. I got you a supply for six months.”
“S-six!? Oh my darling, Ajax, you’re so kind, but that must’ve been expensive!”
“Not at all! …Remember, I have a good job now. I’m willing to do whatever I can for my family, Father included.”
Anton notices awkward silence fall between them, and as their mother sighs, sounding upset.
“...Thank you for that. After everything, I know you don’t have the best relationshi-”
“Mom, please, let’s not talk about it.”
There’s an exchange of a crumply sounding bag, and Anton watches Ajax’s legs move to walk out. Their mother decides to sit on the bed, letting out what sounds like soft cries.
It’s not the first time he’s heard their mom cry, but Anton doesn’t like it anytime it happens. He can only feel rage in his gut knowing the reason she’s crying is somehow because of Ajax.
He stays under the bed until it’s time for dinner, because by that time, their mother left her room again and finally Anton could sneak out without being seen. Oh, the conversation he’d have if he were caught under the bed.
He walks into the dining hall, feeling sufficiently satisfied in his avoidance of Ajax.
“Ugh! There you are! Where have you been? You missed lunch!” Tonia says angrily, waving a wooden spoon at him. Anton just takes the scolding, trying not to be snarky with Ajax in the room.
“I- I got distracted.”
Tonia didn’t look satisfied with the answer. She just huffs, turning to make an extra plate for the late arrival.
“Don’t fret, Tonia. You should know by now, he does this every time I come home…” Ajax speaks, reaching to grab his water on the table. He looks at Anton, almost like he’s amused that he decided to show up rather than starve.
Tonia makes a noise of exasperation as she sets the plate down by Ajax. The only seat left.
Anton suddenly loses his appetite.
He hesitates to sit down by Ajax, waiting for him to take his knife and cut his jugular out in front of the family. Ajax can only chuckle happily when he finally manages to sit, pulling his seat up to the table.
“Is something on my face? Why haven't you said ‘hi’ to me?” Ajax whines, sticking his fork forcefully through the meat on his plate. Anton flinches, watching the meat get stabbed, swallowing roughly.
Ajax obviously notices too, because Anton gets the pleasure of watching him toy with the meat a few times before finally taking a bite. Anton only blinks, looking at his plate of food absentmindedly.
He’s recently begun hating the taste of meat… It has been giving him a bad feeling.
“I-I was busy… sorry.” He mumbles, and Ajax reaches an arm under the table to grab his thigh.
“Doing what, you haven’t even left the house?” Tonia complains, and oh how Anton wishes he could just shut her up. Ajax squeezes him harder, like he’s encouraging him to tell.
“I was talking to Father…”
They all go quiet, and the hand on his thigh suddenly slips off. Anton notices Ajax shifting uncomfortably beside him. Ajax only looks at Mother who seems to perk up at the confession.
“He didn’t talk back, I was just thinking.”
The table stays silent, and even Teucer’s limitless energy seems to stifle at the mention of their dad.
Suddenly, something sharp jabs into Anton’s right thigh, and in a panic, he grabs the table suddenly, making it shift. All eyes are back on him instantly.
Anton looks at his leg and sees Ajax stabbing a small bit of the steak knife he had into his leg, driving it in a little further.
Anton grits his teeth, looking back at the family who seems confused at the sudden outburst. He starts giggling, trying to mask the pain he’s feeling.
He lets go of the table, still laughing “M-my bad!”
There’s even more awkward silence until eventually, the family continues to talk. Anton has to stifle a cry when Ajax finally removes the blade.
A large hand quickly returns, applying excruciating pressure to the site. Anton bites back his complaints by trying to eat, groaning like the food is the best thing in the world. Then suddenly, Ajax’s finger just finds its way into the wound.
The rest of dinner continued like that, and aside from getting stabbed in the thigh, it went well. Anton wasn’t asked any more questions, and he made an educated guess that talking about Father is the reason why.
He walks to his room quietly after setting his plate in the sink, limping a little.
He quickly shuts his door the moment he gets in. There’s no lock, and he can only rely on his body weight to keep the door barricaded. Ajax should be coming in soon, angry and ready to bite. Afterall, he’s not usually so bold to just stab him with the family in the same room.
However, Ajax never comes.
The house grows eerily quiet, no sounds, no snores, only the slight ringing in Anton’s ear and his heavy breathing made any source of noise. When there is a slight noise, Anton presses against the door harder.
Soft giggling can be heard in the direction of Teucer’s room, causing Anton’s gut to stir unpleasantly. It should be any moment, he thinks, but nothing really… happens.
The house soon returns to silence.
It was only by the time that the sun began rising that Anton finally felt safe enough to go to bed. Walking with heavy limbs and a pit of anxiety in his gut, he collapses on his mattress.
It’s only a matter of time before Ajax wishes him a good morning.
Anton is pulled out of bed a few hours after going down. He's quickly thrown onto the floor before getting hoisted back up by his arm.
“Outside, now.” Ajax growls out from behind him.
Two, maybe three hours of sleep isn’t helping Anton wake up any faster, and Ajax seems upset enough as it is. He quickly makes headway to the door, looking bug-eyed and groggy.
The cold floor against his feet subtly reminds him of how he's not dressed for snow. Anton staggers a bit, trying to slow down and grab something to put on, but the moment he stops being fast enough, Ajax pushes him forward. Anton hits the wall in front of him, grunting in discomfort.
"Out-side." Ajax growls out slowly, making sure to sound it out slow enough for his brain to process. Anton carefully swallows, carefully guiding himself with the wall. He makes sure there's distance between him and Ajax.
He gets to the door, grabbing the steel knob in his hand. Almost immediately his nerves burst out in numbness from the cold metal. Anton wants to cry knowing it's even colder outside and that he'll have to trek barefoot. Many things could go wrong in the snow without the proper wear, but Ajax doesn’t seem to give a damn about his well being in moments like these.
He doesn't hesitate too long, knowing Ajax will only get upset if he does. Anton opens the door slowly, starting to shiver from the sudden cold draft. It's nothing he isn't used to, but it's definitely much worse underdressed. Anton walks outside, wincing from the chilled porch floorboards.
Once his feet connect with the snow, it melts beneath him. Wet and unpleasant cold starts to slowly creep upon his body, crawling up his leg at each step. Anton keeps moving, trying to ignore the feeling within him as he walks. Surprisingly, he’s grateful that Ajax keeps shoving him forward, making him move quicker. It’s a race against time to get his feet somewhere less wet, and less freezing.
The chilly wind nips his cheeks, causing a tingling sensation to run to the back of his head and down his body. Ajax is still on him, pushing him along to keep him moving, but Anton doesn't need to be reminded. Each step feels like he’s walking on pins and needles until eventually, it doesn’t. The bitter cold slowly becomes a burning numbness.
Ajax opens the door to the shed the moment they reach it, pushing the door wide so Anton can stumble in.
He immediately does, crouching on the ground, and grabbing his feet as he shivers, his ears burning hot as he glances at his brother. Ajax shuts the door behind them, looking down on Anton.
Anton stares back with a barely hidden horrified expression.
A part of Anton's brain wants to detach himself from this, trying to draw his attention elsewhere, to the disturbed dust floating, or the fact the inside is warmer than the outside, but he knows it's safer to ground himself when dealing with his brother.
Anton stills when he watches Ajax reach into his back pocket, pulling out a fine red leather sheath, and within that sheath is a silver blade, and he gets the horrid pleasure of watching Ajax pop the latch to it. He pulls out the shiny blade with a small grin - a doll-like grin. It’s small and unsettling.
Ajax takes a step forward, and Anton begins crawling back.
“If you keep backing up, I might have to jump on you, Anton.” Ajax hums out sweetly, as if he were beckoning a dog, and starts crouching down to cut at the wooden floor boards. The knife flays the wood easily, and Anton feels himself swallowing a knot in his throat.
Ajax taps the ground twice, almost trying to say, ‘Anton come back’. However, Anton just stays put.
“Come back here.” Ajax begins swinging the knife with his wrist like a pendulum, the sharp blade taunting and terrifying Anton. Anton still doesn’t move. He’s like a deer in headlights, frozen in place as he watches his soon to be demise.
His body goes cold when he sees Ajax’s shoulders go lax before he takes a sudden surge forward.
Ajax lunges, and Anton shrieks.
The weight of Ajax is insurmountable, and Anton can barely lift his arms up in time to prevent him from practically slamming into him, knife jamming in the wood right next to his head. Anton’s heart starts beating heavily against his chest, his eyes meeting the blade just mere centimeters from his face.
Is- is he actually trying to kill him this time!?
Anton’s eyes begin watering. His shaking turns into full body tremors when he sees that the knife cut off a chunk of his hair. Ajax sadistically grins at him, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and roughly pulling the knife out of the creaky wood floor.
Ajax hooks the knife into the collar of Anton’s wool shirt. Quickly, like a flash of lighting, Ajax cut right down, slicing through it like paper. The cloth falls down Anton’s chest and pulls away from his now exposed skin, only hanging on by the sleeves. Anton yelps from it, the fast action scaring him more than the knife being so close.
His cut shirt reveals the exquisitely abused flesh underneath. Each scar of his, each injury was caused by his family’s beloved big brother.
Anton gasps frightenedly seeing blood pool in a thin line from his abdomen to his chest. He didn’t even notice that Ajax had cut him.
Ajax hums, removing his hand from Anton’s shoulder and dragging his thumb across the cut, smearing the blood across his body like a painting. His body is Ajax's canvas, there to be shredded amongst the vision he sees.
He grits his teeth and groans when Ajax's hand drags itself from his gut slash to the injury from dinner on his thigh, fingers digging against the barely healed wound through his pants, beginning to reopen it. Anton screams out, quickly trying to cover his mouth as Ajax’s fingers play with his body like some toy.
Anton suppresses the urge to scream, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his fingers. He feels the knife begin to hook on the edge of his pants before Ajax stops.
Anton opens his eyes again to see why, but he couldn't get a definitive answer from gaze alone, because well, Ajax’s expression was unreadable.
“Take your pants off.” Ajax orders quietly, backing off of Anton and giving him space to undress. Anton stares, a little stunned at the action stopping midway, but he decides to be grateful Ajax left him pants to crawl back to the house in.
Anton doesn’t let Ajax change his mind, hurriedly shifting to unbutton his pants and pull them off. His fingers shakily pull at the fabric, goosebumps rising as he exposes himself to his brother. He could swear Ajax purrs when he does, looking him in the eyes as he unhooks the pants around his ankles.
“Tell me, Anton, where do you want this in you?” Ajax asks, and lifts the pretty and sharp knife to his face, pointing the blade towards him. Anton swallows a knot in his throat, shaking weakly as he looks at it. Suddenly, it shifts to the side of Anton’s abdomen, pressing into the soft tissue. “Here?”
“N-no!” Anton shrieks, slapping Ajax’s hand and flinching back. The knife flies out of his grasp, and Anton feels unhealthy and light-headed, watching Ajax’s face react to it.
Within seconds, Ajax strikes him. A harsh, rough backhand that makes Anton hit the floor. He continues to keep striking him, over and over, the slaps turning to punches, and Anton curls around himself to try and protect his soft vital organs.
“Ajax!” Anton screams, grunting when he feels Ajax grab his arm, pulling him out of his safety ball with a rough yank. Ajax stares at him dead in the face before grabbing his jaw, bringing it close to eye level.
“I gave you a choice. Don’t forget that.” Ajax says before twisting Anton’s wrist. Anton can’t hold back his scream. Something pops. When he looks at it, it’s all wrong - his skin is lumping in places it shouldn’t.
Anton’s scream gets louder, pulling his wrist away and cradling it to his chest. Tears begin to spew past his eyes and down his face as his arm throbs with each heartbeat. Ajax takes no time at all to grab him by his hair, and pin him down. The other hand freely moves to his belt, making a chime of noise as it’s undone.
Anton can’t even squirm, too enraptured by the pain in his wrist that’s radiating throughout his body.
“If you are good for the rest of this, I will make it worth your while… brat,” Ajax spits, letting go of Anton’s hair and leaning over to retrieve the discarded knife. Anton flinches when it touches the skin of his neck, swallowing hard when it gets dragged alongside it, horizontally.
His life is in the hands of his big brother, and Anton’s so scared that Ajax is willing to take it with no second thought.
The knife grazes his skin, leaving a small tingly sensation behind where it touches. Ajax reaches Anton’s underwear, giving the knife a little more push into his thigh before cutting down his leg. A small cry leaves Anton’s lips when Ajax slices layers open. Ajax repeats this on the other side, cutting again and leaving long bleeding gashes on his thighs.
“Anton.” Ajax growls in delight, the knife returning to his neck. “Spread your legs.”
Anton doesn’t need to be told twice, shakily reaching over and pulling apart his bleeding legs. He lets out pained whimpers as he tries to keep them open, watching Ajax chuckle from it.
“How obedient. Good boy.”
Anton’s skin burns from the praise, making a chill run up his spine. He hates when Ajax compliments him. He hates it because it makes him happy. Even after being so thoroughly abused, a small compliment starts fire under his skin, making him burn.
“I h-hate you.” Anton sobs, turning his head and crying intensely.
The knife digs further into his neck.
Ajax just giggles above him, pulling back to carefully undo himself. Anton just watches him grab his zipper, pull it down, then begin to guide his pants and underwear down with careful hands. He’s hard, and he’s been hard. This little game of theirs is his twisted form of foreplay.
He has chased Anton around the woods when snow had melted, making him step into a bear-trap. He’s tied Anton to a tree trunk overnight where wolves run rampant in population. He’s even forced Anton to learn how to swim by throwing him in the deep end of an icy lake, watching him almost drown. All of it is for his entertainment.
And Anton would be lying if he said it didn't start rubbing off on him either, already hard himself, getting even more excited just by anticipating what will happen next.
Ajax strokes himself a little, his cock swollen and red as Anton stares. Anton stretches his legs open some more, feeling fuzzy and lightheaded as he does. It must be because of all the blood loss, Anton thinks, grimacing at his still aching wrist.
Ajax holds Anton’s thighs within his large palms. One hand moves back for just a second to rummage through his pants pocket, pulling out a small clear pocket full of colored fluid. Anton stares at it skeptically, and Ajax can only chuckle.
“Condensate. It makes for good lube.” Ajax explains, tearing the bag and squirting the fluid onto his fingers in one quick motion. He begins to work the rest of it onto his cock, stroking himself completely slick. Anton audibly gasps at the action, whining when Ajax gets closer to him.
Ajax spreads Anton’s legs open with the knife holding hand, angling himself carefully to Anton’s hole. In one quick movement, Ajax pushes in, earning a shrident cry from Anton in response. He quickly attempts to push at his brother's pelvis with one hand, still cradling the injured one.
“A-Ajax!” Anton whines, throwing his head back against the hardwood, grunting as he does. Ajax only bends over to kiss his mouth, swallowing his pained cries whole. Anton feels his cheeks burn in response, resisting a sick urge to kiss back. He starts clawing at Ajax’s bicep, squealing into their kiss when Ajax finally bottoms out.
The kiss gets broken soon after, and Ajax begins to thrust, growling out at the tight squeeze of Anton.
Anton feels his small body move at the impact, and Ajax isn’t starting out nice and sweet. He grimaces when he finally decides to put pressure on his wrist, bracing himself the best he can as Ajax takes him.
“Everything about you,” Ajax growls, grunting as he angles himself deeper within Anton, “I own.”
Ajax grabs Anton’s waist with both hands, the handle of the blade pressing into his side. Anton chokes out a suppressed cry, inhaling when his leg injuries get disturbed by the sudden abuse.
“Anton.” Ajax calls, and Anton chooses to stay mute. Biting his lip with watery eyes as he glances back up to Ajax, yelping cutely at each thrust.
Ajax grins at him, lifting the knife hand slowly, watching immediate panic run across Anton’s face. The hands that were bracing him suddenly reach up in a defensive position, just barely stopping the blade from plunging into his chest in time.
“Stop!” Anton shrieks, and Ajax gets to watch the blade cut into the hands trying so hard to prevent it from going deeper. Ajax hums, lifting the blade before trying to plunge it again, this time the tip pressing mere millimeters in.
“Ajax, stop p-please!” The legs around Ajax’s waist tighten, earning a delightful noise in response from Ajax, who’s gotten significantly crueler in his pace.
“Why should I?”
Why should he stop?
Fresh tears start pouring from his eyes as he tries to find an answer, audibly groaning when Ajax keeps thrusting. His grip tightens against the blade as he stares at Ajax with blown wide eyes. “Teucer.”
It’s truly low hanging fruit - picking Ajax’s one true obsession - but it does cause the pressure Ajax is using on the blade to slacken. Anton keeps going, heavy breathing as he tries pushing against the blade. “H-he’s g-gonna be upse-”
“But I'm not trying to kill you.” Ajax chuckles, interrupting his panic.
The blade gets pulled from Anton’s grip, suddenly leaving his cut hands as Ajax readjusts himself against Anton.
“I’m too soft on you. The real world will never be.” Ajax hums, feigning defeat as he grabs Anton’s broken wrist, and slamming in above his head, earning a sweet cry of agony. Then, the knife he held in the other hand drives right into Anton’s palm without issue.
Instead of screaming, Anton’s reaction to it is… cumming. Ajax has to stop moving inside him to process it, watching Anton twitching in shameful pleasure, squeezing around him so delightfully. Ajax can’t stop himself from laughing after the initial shock, watching even more tears stream from Anton’s eyes.
“Y-You’re disgusting.” Ajax cackles, his now free hands wrapping around Anton’s neck, pressing tightly against its sides. “You fucking came from that?”
Anton chokes underneath him, and Ajax has to hold himself from squeezing any harder.
“Dirty bitch.”
Ajax spits on Anton’s face, beginning to thrust again. He can feel his chest swell in excitement; all this time Anton’s tried denying he likes this, and here he is, cumming like a whore from getting stabbed.
“Freak.” Ajax could keep the name calling going for hours, but he’s close and he can’t leave their family wondering for too long. Anton needs to be patched up anyways.
Ajax growls in Anton’s ear as he slams roughly into Anton’s tiny hips, earning gargled gasps and moans. The only uninjured hand weakly pulling at his wrists.
“A-ahjah..” Anton pushes out, looking at Ajax sadly. “A-ajhax…!”
That’s right, call his name.
Ajax feels his hips stutter when the orgasm hits him, pressing deeply inside Anton. The hand falls from Ajax’s wrist, and he quickly lets go of Anton’s neck, just barely in time. Anton lets out a choking cry, grabbing his neck tenderly beneath Ajax.
Ajax pulls his knife from Anton’s hand and pulls out after he catches his breath, earning one last loud cry from the boy.
Anton falls weakly against the shed floor, lying in his own blood and fluid. Ajax would be tempted for a round two if it wasn’t for the fact Anton didn’t seem to want to make an effort to move. He sighs angrily, reaching out and carefully scooping him up.
Anton doesn’t push at him, just stares at him strangely. Ajax carefully tries wrapping the cut shirt around Anton without saying a world, turning to the exit.
“The first aid kit is in the house bathroom.” Ajax says plainly. Anton doesn’t respond, opting to rest his head into Ajax’s neck.
And Ajax has soft feet, like a predator; he’s able to sneak into the house quickly and quietly enough without a drop of Anton’s blood making it anywhere but the bathroom floor. He carefully puts Anton in their bathtub as he rummages around in the bathroom cabinet, pulling out an expensive looking box.
Ajax opens it, pulling out gauze pads, tape, wipes, and some other things not normally found in one of these, like needles and medical grade thread.
“Why…?” Anton mutters, and Ajax looks over, almost wanting to laugh at the glare he’s getting.
“Why what?” Ajax grabs the gauze pads, reaching over and carefully pulling Anton’s broken bleeding wrist into his hands. He’s never going to use this hand properly ever again.
“This. You’ve never done it before.”
Ajax ignores the question, carefully packing his wound to stop the bleed. “You need to get better about hydrating and eating.”
Anton just looks away, pouting. Ajax has to stop himself from smacking him. Instead, he just takes a deep breath before sighing.
“I don’t hate you.”
He feels Anton tense up, biting his lip to prevent a grin from spreading. Anton’s such a good listener, even if he doesn’t want to show it.
“Anton, look at me.”
There’s a few seconds of resistance before his disheveled face turns back at Ajax with sad eyes. Ajax kisses his hurt hand, watching those big eyes tear up.
“I only do this to you because I love you.”