Log; Complete

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When; During the Festival of Atonement.
Rating; R/NC-17 [WARNING; Rei Ayanami Mind rape, incest, rape. Don't read if you're offended, it's as simple as that.]
Characters; Joshua [apostleofhope] and Rosette [pratfalls]
Summary; During a break in the Carnival festivities, Joshua and Rosette, still drugged, retreat to Joshua's room to change. However, due to being the unwitting victims of an aphrodisiac egg, coupled with the fact that Joshua is a crazy mofo, the plan changes.
Log;

While the look definitely wasn't something that was her typical style, it definitely fit Joshua's idea of her being on par with perfection. Her blonde hair was tucked up beaneath her silken shroud, framing a face whose eyes, though lovely, seemed somewhat distant, blank even.

At least until they had been covered with a blindfold.

You're far too sweet, he had whispered to her, too sweet to see what is only meant to be seen by the eyes of the wicked. And, thus, with eyes artificially blind to the world, she had sat in silence with her brother throughout the majority Carnival, speaking only when spoken to aside from the fact that she seemed fond of quietly humming the song she used to sing to him, even while they danced.

Though, thankfully, the drug he had given her seemed to be losing a bit of its edge; she was slowly getting her senses back.

"Joshua," she murmured, raising a hand to feel around for his own as the noises about her echoed within her ears. "How much longer do I have to wear this over my eyes? The Carnival, I want to see it, too."

Joshua was alerted when he heard his name, and he turned his head to look at his sister, who for the past hour had been sitting quietly and serenely, looking the picture of perfection. With a light hiss, he took her searching hand with his and stood, squeezing a bit tighter then he really ought to before gently, almost too gently, guiding her out of the room and down the hall so that they could speak in private.

"I told you why I blindfolded you, didn't I...? It's for your own good." The perfume had been getting to him for awhile now. He had been eyeing a lady in an especially lovely dress for about ten minutes, but now Rosette had distracted him again, and that was for the better... He couldn't leave her alone, after all. Not with this pack of wolves.

"You don't want to watch. You want to sit and look perfect," he murmured suggestively, like he had been all evening to get her to do his bidding.

"I was sitting and looking perfect," she murmured right back, almost as if she were mildly annoyed with him. "Just like you told me to, Brother. I'd never disobey you, but--" She paused, to chew at her lower lip a bit before she turned her face back towards the noise of the party. "Mm, nevermind, I'm sorry I made you walk all the way out here, Brother. I'll sit and look perfect, for you."

She gave the hand that held her own a tiny squeeze before her other hand drifted up to rest atop of her mask. There was a smell lingering in her nose, something that was in that room, something that made her feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't entirely unwanted, but it did seem to be playing with her senses a little, just a little bit. But to complain now, it just wouldn't do. If she complained, then he would worry and she wanted him to enjoy the party.

So she didn't say a word as she gave him a quiet curtsy and turned back towards the room, to be lead back by him.

Joshua sighed and tilted his head to glance at the room they had left, watching as a few people here and there were departing. He suspected that the day's festivities were ending, and the night's fun was to be had soon after. That meant people were probably being sent to their temporarily assigned rooms to change and whatnot... Hanging around was a waste of time.

And his room would remain untouched through it all, of course. He had been sure to lock it so that no frisky couples could have their way in there. "It's fine...Sister. It's time to rest for a bit, anyhow. I'm sure you're tired, aren't you?" No doubt, as they had been awake since midnight. Though he suspected she might have been napping on occasion while sitting beside him, the way her head had tilted down a bit at times.

Carefully, he guided her down the hallway and around a corner into the east wing, where his bedroom was located. Pulling the skeleton key out of his pocket with his free hand, he unlocked the door and nudged her in before he stepped in, leaning back against the door to close it.

As it clicked, he slipped the mask off and hung it with the key, rubbing at his face with his sleeve in slight annoyance. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her backwards against him in a hug. "Are you upset with me, Sister? Do you want me to remove your blindfold now?"

"We're not going back to the party?" Rosette murmured fleetingly, her careful steps leading her after the click, click, click of Joshua's heels. Her only reassurance that they were no longer in the heart off all of those people was the light creak that came from the opened door, and the soft click that followed its closing.

She smiled to herself as her hand fell to touch the backs of the two hands that had secured themselves at her waist. "I'm not angry, I could never be angry with you, Bro--" With a tiny shake of her head, she tilted her face back to stare towards where she believed his unmasked face to be.

"Joshua."

Reaching up, she brushed aside her shroud and pulled free her mask, but not the blindfold, as she shook her head from side to side, allowing her hair to fall back into place. "The blindfold, I don't mind it so much. It isn't uncomfortable."

His breathing was getting heavier now--more labored. The scent of incense still clung to both of their clothing, and he found himself hanging his head to rest his forehead against his sister's shoulder as he tried to maintain control.

No... Not his sister. With the mask on she-- She had removed the mask, and Joshua didn't care enough to place it on her.

He missed Fiore. He wanted her now. Oh, she would be so comforting to her Master Joshua. But no no no she had been a traitorous bitch.

There was another way to think of it. Ah... She couldn't see. "I protected you, didn't I? You couldn't see it. You were protected." His head tipped so he could kiss the nap of her neck through parted hair. "You can't see it... It isn't real... Always pure, Rosette." One hand slipped from her waist to begin hiking up her skirt.

"Always perfect."

"You always protect me," she repeated, tilting her face off to the side a bit more with a shaky sigh. It slowly began to dawn on her, however, that something was wrong, that something just didn't seem quite right about Joshua's affection towards her at the moment.

Her breath had hitched and her face was warm, but there was a tiny twinge in her heart. It was wrong, it so was perplexingly wrong, but she didn't know--

She reached a hand down, to encircle it around the one that played at her skirt, and attempted to pull it back up, to lace their fingers together. "Joshua, what are you doing? trying to help? I may be blindfolded, but I can change my clothes by myself," she almost seemed amused, like it was some sort of game, or that he was babying her.

She was always the one doing the babying.

Her resistance, as innocent and unknowing as it was, was distressing. The more she sounded like normal, the worse it would be. He heard someone shriek with laughter as they passed by his bedroom door, probably being chased by a new 'friend'.

Joshua stared at his sister's face for the longest time, the only noises heard being the occasional voice in the hallway. Finally, he shook his head and turned her so that she was facing him, taking both hands and walking forward, forcing her back until she met the bed. Then, he didn't stop, not until she was sprawled out with her toes just barely touching the floor.

He couldn't help himself. With such an enticing scent. It was driving him utterly mad. Kneeling just beside her, he guided one of her feet onto the bed so that he could unlace the elegant boots, fingertips tickling at her ankle and along the curve of her stocking as he pulled it off.

"But I want to."

The laughter outside the door surprised her, causing her to jump a little before, but she was quick to calm down when she felt him guide her away, to take a seat. She couldn't help but smile at him, as the help as most appreciated. It had been painful enough attempting to tie them, so it was a relief to get a break.

He seemed so quiet, so intent, it made her a little bit curious.

"Joshua, are you okay? You're awfully quiet. Did I-" Turning her attention away from him, she leaned back on her hands and let him untie her boot without any fuss. "Did I make you angry, Joshua? I did everything you said.." But, alas, her train of though was broken off when she broke into a quiet fit of laughter, toes wiggling as she attempted to squirm away.

"Tickles.."

Her laughter made him smile, and as he unlaced the other boot, he was sure to tickle that ankle as well. Once it hit the floor, though, he found himself distracted by something.

His sister's ankle was especially delicate. So easy to break. He squeezed it, but not harsly, before letting the pads of his fingers drag up along the underside, stopping just below her knee, where he gripped and pushed her knee up. The skirt fell away to reveal firm thighs and panties lined with lace.

By this point, Joshua was almost choking on his own breath.

My sister my sister... My sister... MINE.

Crawling up on top of her, he leaned down, lips hovering just above hers as he whispered, "Sister, don't you want to be with me always? Be one with me? We'll never be apart. You can purify me. Make me whole."

Rosette slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter even further when his fingers trailed up along her skin, tickled the underside of her knees. It wasn't until it felt like, no, was too late that she placed her hands on his chest and sank back into the bed a little bit. She did, she did want to be with him, but-

Like this, like this it seemed so strange, so foreign, so sinful.

She could feel his breath on her mouth, taste it even, and it surprised her that her face kept heating up, that she couldn't find the strength to push him away. That smell, whatever had been in that room, it was clouding her thoughts and denying her reason.

"Joshua, I-"

"Of course I want to stay with you. I am, aren't I? We're here now, together." Tilting her face off to the side, she attempted to sit up with another quiet bit of laughter. "You're so strange, sometimes, Joshua."

Her words were light, but they made something flicker in his eyes, and immediately both hands snapped up to grab her wrists, pinning her forcefully back against the bed as he yelled, "I'm not strange! Don't call me that! I'm strong!"

His grips on her wrist tightened to a bruising degree before quickly relaxing, and he let both hands slide down her arms to rest on her shoulders. His voice calmed, and he smiled, though she couldn't see it. "I'm strong now. You'll see, Sister."

Joshua lowered his head to rest it against her chest, able to hear her heartbeat through her soft breast. It was such a childlike way to lay, and yet one hand had moved lower, fingertips flickering along the waistband lined with lace, skimming just lightly underneath as he whispered, "I'll make you feel like there's a Heaven, and you're in it. Then, I'll lay a thousand bodies at your feet. Just for you."

His hand slid all the way underneath the fabric, and he shut his eyes with a serene, childish smile as his fingers parted the soft skin that he was positive nobody else had ever touched.

Mine. All mine.

"Ah-- ow! Joshua, you're hurting.." But just as soon as the pain started, it was gone again and he went back to being as gentle as can be. It wasn't like his typical tantrums when he was younger, he didn't just stick his tongue out and call her a silly name, now he was physical about his displeasure.

It might have surprised her, had she not seen it firsthand before.

Her heart drummed an anxious rhythm against his ear, one that only progressed in tempo when he spoke up again, when he proceeded to backup his promise without a care in the world. She jumped at first and then, when the surprise melted away, she tried to shove him away, with a cry.

"Joshua!"

It was wearing off now, that drug, it was wearing off.

She was only confused. That was all. His sweet, innocent sister probably didn't have any idea what he was doing. That was all right. He would soothe her. Show her. Only him. Nobody else.

Nobody else was good enough for her.

Taking both of her wrists in his to keep her from struggling too much, he sat back a bit, guiding the underwear down with the hand that had previously been touching her so lewdly. "Yes... Call my name, Rosette. Let everyone hear how much you love me."

The undergarment was pushed to the floor, her skirt slid back up, and once again his hand was between her thighs, only this time it was to part them, allowing him to sink down and dip his tongue inside of her, dragging just until he found that special tiny node.

Keeping both of her hands secure still, he began to hum their song, and sucked.

"Joshua, stop it! Please!"

Call my name, Rosette. Let everyone hear how much you love me.

It was cruel, it wasn't Joshua at all. He wouldn't have done this, he wouldn't have made her cry. She was crying, shaking, struggling with all of her might and she still felt so powerless.

He was so childlike in the way he took care, in the way he instinctively hummed their song. Angry, could she be angry with him right now? Could she hate him? It hurt, it hurt so much and yet, at the time, she wasn't angry.

She was scared, embarrassed, would have given anything to have Chrno be reckless.

It was such a foreign feeling.

The sweet moment for him was ruined when one of her knees slammed hard into his shoulder during her struggles. With a pained look, he gripped her wrists and yanked so that she was sitting in front of him.

"Stop it!? Why?! Rosette, I know you feel it, too. Our love is special. My real sister would understand that!"

He tore off her blindfold, wanting to gaze into her eyes, so much like his, before he pushed her against the headboard and covered her lips with his own, forcing her to taste her own essence on his tongue.

She made a tiny sound in her throat, turning her face off to the side to break their kiss not long after it began. She did understand that their love was special, they had been through a lot together, but this was far from the sort of special that she imagined. They were brother and sister, not--

Soft blue eyes lingered on Joshua's face before she whispered, barely able to find her own voice after the previous events. "Joshua, I'm-" She breathed, pressing back into the headboard as close as she could. "I'm scared, Joshua!"

I'm scared of you.

This side of him was so unpredictable, so shameless and brutal, she didn't know what to expect next. Despite the fact that her entire body seemed to be throbbing, wanting even, despite her inner protests, she shook her head and looked down.

She couldn't meet his stare.

His eyes softened, and both arms wrapped around her to pull her into his lap. Cradling her against his chest, he began to rock back and forth. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you."

Joshua wasn't used to this. Every time she resisted, he got so angry. Fiore never resisted. Fiore always--

"I'll protect you. Nobody will hurt you...so long as you love me. Hm?" He stroked her hair, then let his hand skim down over the back of her dress, securing at her waist to push. Soon she was straddling him so tightly the only thing dividing them was his constraining clothing. He would fix that soon.

For now, he pushed her hips again, a light shudder emitting from him at the friction. "I'll show you...how good your life will be now. How happy you can be."

You stupid little brother, she wanted to say as she threw her arms around his neck, despite a gasp, you can't protect me from yourself. She couldn't kick at him this way, couldn't push him away, because the throbbing, the incessant throbbing--

Don't, don't, don't.

This isn't you!

She wanted to scream but couldn't find the strength, the all-nighter was catching up to her. She wanted to claw at him, to push him away and run, but it would hurt him. She didn't want to hurt him, even if--

Even if he hurt her.

"I'm-" she gasped out, sharply, "already happy with my life, so you don't-" another gasp, "You don't need to do this, Joshua!"

"Ahhh, I know you're happy. Happy with me, right? You're so kind. So flattering." He ducked his head to touch his mouth to her neck, lips skimming the soft flesh until he found her collarbone, and he sucked lightly while moving a hand between them, slipping two fingers inside of her with no warning at all.

He wanted her to feel pleasure. He wanted to see if he could get her to scream. "But I want to. I'll make you happier than you already are." Scissoring his fingers, he curved them, seeking and rubbing, his own voice sounding strained from his arousal.

If he wanted her to scream, he didn't have to wait very long. Whether it was due to surprise or her growing distress, however, was left to the imagination as she dug her nails into his shoulders and gritted her teeth a little bit. Didn't he know that it hurt?

Did he care?

She felt it, felt the arousal as it strained against its holding, felt it in the way that his tone seem awkwardly forced and not entirely sane. The watch, if Chrno was here, if he was here, she could activate the watch, and--

But the watch was elsewhere, but where?

She couldn't remember, not at that very moment, as an odd sort of heat seemed to consume her, one that had her leaning into him despite the fact that her mind, and mouth, screamed and begged for him to stop what he was doing.

Why wouldn't he stop?

Her voice...her beautiful voice....it was...

...getting on his nerves.

Freeing one hand from around her waist, he pushed it against her mouth, muffling any sound she made before pushing her back against the pillows and looking down at her. "Sister, I don't understand the game you're playing, but you can't pretend that you don't like it. That isn't fun. Play it right, hm?"

He couldn't wait anymore. He had tried, oh had he tried... But with her legs spread, her clothes rumpled, and her hair crowning her head like a halo, she was much too desirable. Both fingers slipped out of her, slick from their actions. The outfit he was wearing was a little annoying at this point... Joshua tugged off the cape that his legs had somehow gotten tangled in, then flicked open his belt.

"If you play the game wrong, it might hurt. You shouldn't lie, you know." He lifted her hips. "That's a sin." And pushed.

That's a sin.

She had tried to cry out then, but her voice failed and cut her off before she even had the chance to. Instead, with her eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar, she craned her head back and tilted her face into the pillow. It was painful, much more so than what he had done before, to the point where she felt like she was being pulled apart.

After the brief spell, one that caused her to become painfully tense, she sank back down onto the bed with a series of quick, hushed pants. He was smiling at her, fondly, looking down on her as if the predator had just stolen its prey.

And it had.

Her fingertips fisted themselves into the sheets on either side of her only once before they released their hold and did little more than rest there. Thus, with half-lidded eyes, she stared up at him and then turned her face to look at the clothing that had begun to pile up on the floor.

That's a sin, too.

She didn't look happy. Why didn't she look happy? His sister wasn't crying for him. She wasn't asking for more, or even for him to stop. She was just lying there. Even Fiore had a little more enthusiasm than that.

One hand braced against the bed just beside her shoulder, he let his other touch her cheek, fingers twitching as he pushed. So hard to concentrate on her expression. So hard to think about her enjoyment when it felt so good. So good it almost hurt. Ah, hurt. Did it hurt for girls their first time?

"Rosette..." he called sadly, then clenched his teeth and shut his eyes. He couldn't stop now, and he didn't. It was too sweet, and all his, and so he kept moving, the creak of the bed almost deafening in it's continuity. With his eyes shut, Joshua could see her smile. He could see her reach for him lovingly.

But he couldn't feel it. "Rosette..."

With something like this, how could she have been happy?

She was falling down. Down, down, down and there was no end in sight. Reflexively, her fingers coiled back into the sheets and released, only to repeat the process several times over. Rinse and repeat. Rosette didn't have to look at him to know he was looking at her, she could feel the burn of his stare.

And so she looked at him.

He looked sad despite how eager he seemed to be earlier, sad and maybe even a bit disappointed. Ah, she didn't like when he looked sad, it made her heart hurt. Like this, like their current activity. She reached a hand up and touched the side of his face before she knew it.

With each thrust, her fingers trembled against his face, but never once slipped from their perch. Why do you look so sad, she wanted to ask, like someone has just taken away your favorite toy? Why do you--

But she gasped then, head rolling back into the pillow as she made a quiet sound in her throat.

Sinning, sinning, sinning.

They were falling together.

The touch comforted him somewhat, feeling her slender fingers press a little into his cheek each time he pushed inside of her. The sound she finally released only increased his fervor, and he moved to touch her hand, sliding it against his jaw and moving so that he could kiss her palm.

Time was all he had needed. Time was what Rosette needed. She would understand. She would love it, just like she loved him. Just like he loved her.

Breathing hotly against her hand as it rested there, he moved it again, this time pinning it above her head, though there was no harshness this time. He was just craving balance.

Sliding his other hand down to her hip, he let fingertips skim along an outer thigh before gripping, offering more leverage so that he could push in deeper.

His own hand trembling, he flattened her hand against the pillow so that he could lace their fingers together.

What once seemed like falling now seemed like flying, another unexplainable feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and seemed to branch out from there. They were a tangle of sweat and cotton, breaths mingling with every short burst of air that they could muster despite the circumstances.

She was so short of breath now that she worried she might pass out.

Rosette squeezed the hand once their fingers were linked and shot him a look, a hybrid of apprehension and uncertainty. What was going to happen next? Why was she flying even though they were falling? Why did she stop fighting against him?

So many questions, not enough answers.

A groan, something that surprised even her self, ripped itself free from her throat as she ground her teeth together and closed her eyes. This wasn't what she wanted, this wasn't her Joshua, but she was still climbing.

She couldn't turn back, couldn't forget even if she tried.

Why did it have to happen?

The way it burned inside him, it felt like his insides were melting. Every time, it felt like this. Hot, confined, as if the walls were closing in around him. Instead of flying, he was trapped in a cage, alone with only this one person who was most important to him in the world.

It was his Heaven. The Heaven Aion always claimed didn't exist.

Her throaty murmur of pleasure only made him gasp in response, and he hung his head to gaze down at her. So beautiful. All his for the taking. And oh had he taken her.

The climax hit him suddenly it actually surprised him, due to her muscles contracting around him, more than likely out of her own climbing orgasm and her probably not knowing what to do about it. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he shut his eyes tightly and squeezed her hand as he came, only parting his lips long enough to cry out for her, as if for comfort.

"Ro--Rosette...!"

No more, no more, no more.

"Joshu--ah!"

She felt a lot of things at the moment of the climax, and it felt like she had several minutes to think about it, even if it all happened in a flash. She was sore, hurt, and angry with herself, there were so many emotions flowing it, and it didn't feel like she had nearly enough time to sort through and feel them all.

A numbness had kicked in, a sense of exhaustion that let her known that it hadn't been a dream and that she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, lest she fancy roaming the hallways in a daze. And she didn't, there were weirder people outside of this room right now.

So weird.

Thus, even after the tremor had passed, she lay almost obediently beneath him, lids lightly fluttered shut as she attempted, and fruitlessly at that, to catch her breath. The light sheen of sweat that had found itself the cause of stay strands of blonde sticking to the sides of her face and neck, coupled with what chilly air the room had to offer, seemed to be the only cure, no matter how impermanent, for the heat that started at her face and ended at her toes.

Even despite the fact, she reached a trembling hand out and gingerly began to smooth back some of Joshua's hair. After tucking a strand or two back behind his ear, she leaned up, and shakily, pressed her lips to his brow.

It almost seemed, in a sense, that she was the one trying to comfort him.

Was she? Mm, she didn't really know. Trying to comfort him, trying to find comfort herself, the lines had kind of blurred after their previous activity.

As soon as Joshua felt her lips touch his brow, both eyes snapped open wide, and he was pulled out of his own daze. He stared down at her like she was alien, then let his gaze wander further down. Right. They had...

...Oh. But she was... "Bleeding. You..." Suddenly rather horrified, he pulled back and strained to reach for something to clean with. His cape was the closest thing, so he used it to try and clean them both off. Black was good. You couldn't see the red very well... Oh...

"I broke you?" Hands trembling, he tried to fix both of their clothing, which was a rather lost cause, then curled up and let both hands press against her abdomen. "Don't worry. Don't worry I'll fix it." A demon's horns, yes, but he was still an Apostle. He still sprouted his angelic wings, and the soft, warm glow still emitted from his fingers as he concentrated.

Though, it made him very weary. At the very least, any tearing inside of her had been fixed. Then, he tilted his head to look back to her face. She still...looked broken. "You... You were supposed to keep the blindfold ON. Why didn't you listen to me! The blindfold would keep you pure! Look what you did!"

"You took it off--," she breathed out, rolling her face off to the side as her fingers inched forward one by one, until they caught one of the ends of the blindfold and tugged it back towards her. "You took it off, Joshua," she murmured as she curled her fingers around the cloth and lazily draped it back over her eyes, eyes that looked as if they were looking right through him.

Rosette laughed quietly to herself, but it was a sad sound, a broken sound that caught in her throat, before the blindfold was strained a shade darker, due in part to her tears.

His shouting, she did little more than give a tiny flinch in response before she gave a lazy, short-lived smile. Worried, he was worried; he hadn't done it entirely willingly. That smell, it caught in her nose again, faint but it was just enough.

Ah, so that's what it was.

She ached, but it was a different kind of ache, even after the soothing warm pooled itself into her stomach, mending the wounds and dulling the throbbing. You could fix some things, but there were others that just couldn't be fixed. You couldn't heal the heart.

Joshua gazed quietly down at his sister as she pulled the blindfold back over her eyes, and he noted that she was crying. His fault. Was it? All his fault.

After all, his sister was his angel. He had made her fall. The smell had caused him to act, but it had been his initial desire. He had nobody to blame but himself.

No, no no.

He smiled and reached out, bloodstained hands gripping her shoulders and pulling her up to sit in front of him. There, he took the blindfold that had begun to fall off and wrapped it more securely around her eyes. Double knot. Be sure to double knot, Joshua.

"Nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong. Why are you sad? You can't see it, Rosette. Don't look. Don't speak. Nobody will know because it didn't happen. Mm? I fixed it." He pulled her into his arms, cradling her.

"I'll protect you."

Blind to the world again.

Rosette didn't push him away this time and she didn't voice any sort of displeasure as she rested her cheek against his shoulder and let him hold her. The gentleness of the hold and his voice, it was a welcome comfort, something she wasn't about to deny after what had just happened.

"Joshua," her voice was barely audible, "Do we really have to go back out to the party? I'm--" she relaxed a little bit and sank up against him, closing her eyes. "I'm a little tired."

Sleep would have been good then, even a tiny nap. Maybe, when she woke up, it would have been just a joke of the Carnival. If not, she thought, as her fingers lightly twined themselves into the material of Joshua's shirtsleeve, then she didn't know what she would do.

You can't see it. Don't look. I fixed it.

Protecting her, he was always protecting her.

Slowly, Joshua shook his head from side to side and shifted so that he could lean back against the headboard. "No... No, the party is over... Close your eyes and sleep, sweet sister."

He stroked her hair and shut his own eyes, tilting his head until his cheek could rest against the top of her head. He was exhausted. But from what? Nothing had happened.

They had simply walked into the room and taken a nap. That was all.

Nothing had happened.