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No. 78388
A story someone wrote for me for my Gormound/Chris pic! <3 Enjoy~ -----------------------------------
Chris Kratt stared sullenly at the mug of tea clenched tightly in his shaking hands. Four pairs of eyes watched him in concern. Aviva brushed a hand over the bandage on his temple, causing him to flinch violently away from her touch, a flash of fear plainly in his eyes. Before Aviva or any of the others could say anything, Chris mumbled for the hundredth time, "I'm fine, guys, really."
Silence hung in the Tortuga HQ like a foul smell in the air. Chris tightened the blanket around his shoulders and shifted uncomfortably under everyone's gazes. Jimmy Z was twisting his hat nervously, Koki was chewing her lip in worry, Aviva's hands kept twitching in the green-clad man's direction, and Martin was trying to stare his brother down. Martin stood up and walked around the table to where Chris was hunched down in his chair. The blond laid a hand on Chris' shoulder, causing him to tense up. "Walk with me," he said quietly. The brunet looked at his older brother with a questioning frown. "Please," Martin whispered. With that, Chris rose, with some help from his elder brother.
The two brothers walked out of the HQ and into the nearby woods. They stopped in a quiet clearing to talk. Martin helped ease his injured brother into a sitting position against a tree, then plopped down right next to him.
"So," Martin said slowly. "What happened after Gourmond captured you?" Chris ducked his head down, his normally carefully gelled hair hanging limply in front of his eyes. "Nothing," he replied, voice wavering slightly. Martin gently draped his arm around Chris' shoulders and pulled him to his side. "C'mon Chris," he said softly. "You had to have gotten those injuries somewhere. You're also not acting like yourself. Don't lie to me, bro. It doesn't suit you."
Chris began to tremble in his older brother's grasp. A strangled sob escaped his bruised and cracked lips as he collapsed into the blond's caring embrace. He sobbed loudly into Martin's blue jacket. Martin wrapped his arms around the brunet and slowly ran his hand through his brother's hair, muttering soothing sounds into his scalp.
Soon, his heart-wrenching cries died down to quiet sniffs. "Look at me Chris," Martin whispered, gently lifting his chin up. Chris sighed shakily and looked his brother in the eye. Martin gave him a small smile and said, "Whenever you're ready, bro. I can wait as long as you like."
Chris wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. "Ok," he croaked out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "H-here's the story…"
-FLASHBACK-
When he awoke, darkness was all he could see. Chris' eyes searched the seemingly endless dark, trying to find anything. Panic began to claw at his chest until his eyes finally adjusted. That was when he noticed the rope. Chris flexed his fingers experimentally and tried to tug his bound wrists apart. No such luck.
As Chris attempted to untie his wrists, his mind began to wander. /How exactly did I get into this mess, again? …Oh yeah, we were trying to save some flamingo eggs from becoming apart of a chef salad, when Gourmond snuck up behind me and knocked me in the head./ The brunet gingerly touched a large cut on his head with dried blood crusted down the side of his face. He winced and mumbled, "Note to self: rolling pins can really hurt."
"You don't know the meaning of hurt just yet, boy," a gruff voice said from the darkness. Chris jumped in surprise, blinking a couple of times as the lights suddenly came on. He looked around the room, trying to figure out where they were.
It looked like they were in a poorly furnished bedroom, with a plain full-sized bed and a small round table with two chairs. To anyone that looked in the room, they would have guessed that all the color had been drained from it. The walls, carpet, bed, table, and chairs were all in dreary shades of white and gray.
He looked at Gourmond to make a snappy remark about the interior decorating, but faltered as he caught his eyes. There was something…primal; almost possessive in the way he looked Chris over. The brunet suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed. Gourmond grinned a feral-like grin as Chris began to fidget.
The chef walked, no, stalked over to the younger Kratt and grabbed his chin roughly. He forced the young man's chin up to look him in the eye. Gourmond chuckled darkly and whispered, "You're mine now, boy."
Chris' eyes flew open in shock and disgust as Gourmond placed a bruising kiss upon his lips. He tensed even more as he felt the other man's tongue force its way into his mouth.
The Wild Kratt growled in anger and frustration as he tried, and failed, to push the larger man off of him. Gourmond ignored his struggled and moved to kissing his neck. Chris blushed fiercely and began to fight harder. /If this doesn't stop soon, he's gonna…!!!/ Chris thought frantically.
Suddenly the chef grabbed his bound wrists and held them still above his head with one hand. Chris gasped when he saw the other hand travel down his stomach and to his zipper. "G-Gourmond!" Chris stammered. "Please don't do this! Y-You can't—I mean…ah! You d-don't want-"
-SLAP!-
Chris gasped in pain and fear, spitting blood from a freshly cracked lip. Gourmond grabbed him by the throat and slammed his head against the wall, making Chris see stars. "You WON'T tell me what I do and don't want, understood, boy?" The large man growled into the smaller man's ear. Chris accidentally let a small whimper of fear escape his slightly constricted throat.
Gourmond released his neck and virtually ripped the brunet's shorts off, underclothes and all. He flushed bright red with shame at the exposure, longing to hide himself. The chef flipped him over and hoisted the Kratt's left knee onto a chair. Chris tensed as he heard the sound of pants unzipping. He began to tremble in fearful anticipation of what he dreaded was to come. He flinched when he felt Gourmond's hand brush lightly down his thigh and come to rest on his manhood.
Then a pain like no other shot through his backside, scorching him from the inside, out. Chris turned his head and scrunched his eyes shut against the unbearable pain pounding into him, hot tears pouring down his cheeks. A cry was tore from him as Gourmond pulled almost all of the way out then slammed into him even deeper, over and over again.
When it felt as if Chris could take no more, a grunt sounded from the chef and his seed filled him. Gourmond pulled out, redid his pants, roughly pulled Chris' shorts back on, took him outside and threw him into his van. He drove for about ten minutes and stopped. Then Gourmond threw him onto the ground and drove away.
-ENDFLASHBACK-
"…and that was when you guys found me," Chris finished. By the end of his story, he was crying and almost hyperventilating. Martin had angry tears in his eyes and was shaking his head. "I can't believe he…he did that to you!" Martin cried forlornly. "If only I'd been there! I could've stopped him! I could've—"
He was cut off by his little brother wrapping his arms around the blond's chest. Tears cascaded down Chris' face, as he whispered, "No more whatifs. All that matters no is that I need you. Ok?" Martin looked into his little brother's pain-filled eyes and choked out behind tears, "Ok, Chris. Ok."
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