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Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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Warning: Contains violence, blood, and torture.

I did some fun things with the audio, included (dun-dun-duuuuuun) sound effects! More than just me slapping my thigh or accidentally breaking glass.
Audio: http://chirb.it/yFPIf5

Chapter 45

The Bowels of Hell

Laxus plodded down a dark staircase with a bare light bulb flickering overhead. Each step groaned under his weight as he descended the treacherous stairs to a basement.

'Like entering the bowels of Hell,' he thought to himself, focused on a steel door at the bottom of the murky, creaking shaft.

He passed through the thick door and sealed it shut. Then slowly, eyes adjusting to the dimness, he looked across the hellhole, glaring in disgust.

"Did you have sweet dreams … son?"

He hated this man, hated him with every fiber of his being. Laxus was thankful for one thing. He looked nothing like his father. It was not like looking in a mirror and dreading that this was what he would be in thirty years. This man with black hair, dark eyes, and mocha-colored skin … Laxus would never look like him. He would never act like him, either. Ever!

That is, except in this moment, when he hurt his own flesh and blood.

Ivan Dreyar still had a scab on his lip and flakes of blood on the corner of his mouth from the struggle to capture him yesterday. Despite that, he stood defiantly, chained to a wall with cuffs around his wrists and ankles keeping him spread. He had urinated himself in the night, but that bit of humiliation did not lessen the defiance in his face.

"Did you call up that little boyfriend of yours this morning?" Ivan asked mockingly. "Did you say sweet things and wish him a good day at work before heading down here … to dirty your hands with blood? I still can't believe it, though," he said with sardonic amusement. "Somehow, fate mocked me and gave me a son who's a fag."

Laxus punched him in the gut, making Ivan double over as far as his bonds allowed.

"You have no right to say who I should love," Laxus sneered. "You showed me no love at all."

Ivan tried to straighten up, although he still cringed from the hit. Still, he grinned vilely. "I wonder what lies you're feeding him. What did you tell him you're doing? A business trip, maybe?" He scoffed and wondered, "What sort of business would an idiot son like you do, anyway? I wonder what he'll think of you once he realizes his lover lied. He'll probably hate you. He'll never want you in his ass again."

Laxus backhanded him, making the corner of Ivan's mouth reopen and bleed. "Shut the fuck up. You don't know Freed. He'll probably cry, but he's good at forgiving. Besides," Laxus muttered, "he'll never know. I don't plan on telling him a thing."

"Oh?" Ivan asked in a mocking tone. He spit out a stream of blood. "How long did you say you'd be gone? A few days? A few months? You probably want to kill me, and I confess, I'm totally at your mercy. I can't break free. Believe me, I tried." He wiggled his hands, with blood streaking down the arms where he had struggled so hard against the metal cuffs, he sliced up his wrists. "You could have killed me yesterday, but you didn't. You're going to drag this out. I know I would!" he said with a cruel smirk. "You're not that much different from me after all."

Laxus aimed his knee up into Ivan's torso, breaking a few ribs. The man screamed and cursed in pain, but he still glared defiantly.

"So, how long do I put up with it?" he grunted through the agony. "What'd you tell your fag lover? Three days? A week? How long are you going to make him suffer just so you can indulge that sadistic side you inherited?"

"I didn't inherit anything from you, bastard," Laxus growled. "Didn't inherit your looks, your personality, didn't even inherit money, and I sure as hell didn't inherit being a sadist. That was something you forced me into, just like you forced your damned medications and surgeries on me. Do you remember that, Dad? Subject number 4-6-2. I'll never forget it, and I'll never forgive you for it. So long as that number is etched into my skin, I'll never forget or forgive. Ever! I could torture you for a year and it wouldn't do justice to what I will have to live with for the rest of my life. It will never erase the years of being an outcast, no one wanting me around because of the scars and being so freakishly massive. Nothing at all will erase the shit I put up with to train myself for this moment."

He walked over to a table where he had laid out items of torture. Some were simple things he bought at a sex shop. Used sensually, they were pleasurable, but those same items could seriously harm a person. A few, he bought online at medical supply sites and military surplus stores. A couple he had to get through the Deep Web, illegal items of gruesome torture that would never be allowed in this country.

"I doubt you'll spend a year, though," Ivan said, watching him suspiciously. "You'll be eager to fuck your little boy toy in a week."

"I plan to go back to him tonight," Laxus said softly, still deciding what item to use.

"So it'll be a quick death? That's reassuring to know. Disappointing, too."

"Quick?" Laxus chuckled and glared over his shoulder at the man. "I'm not making this quick at all. You're gonna fucking rot in here. You see," he said, picking up a simple police baton and tapping it on his hand as he strode back, "Freed's rich as fuck. If I stop working," he said, tapping the baton more, tested the weight, "he'd honestly never know there was a drop in income. I could ask him for a bit of cash, saying I want to buy him a present that I can't afford, and he would be an eager puppy to give me whatever I want. He goes off and does his corporate rat race, and I'll come here. I could have a nine-to-five job, just tormenting you, every day, for as long as I want."

"You'd be lying to him."

"I'd be sparing him and giving him a perfect alibi. If he knew, he could be charged as an accomplice, guilty simply by not reporting me to the police, but if he never knows—" Laxus smacked the baton over Ivan's face, letting the fleshy crack ring through the dim basement. "—what he doesn't know can't get him arrested. It's my way of protecting him."

Ivan glared as one eye began to swell up. "You plan on keeping me alive down here that long? I'd rather starve to death."

Laxus bashed the baton into Ivan's hip, making his body go limp on one side. "You won't starve, and you won't die of thirst. I've got enough medical equipment stored away to make sure you live until I allow you to die. If you threaten to bite your tongue, I'll simply cut it off for you and cauterize it." He used the tip of the baton to lift Ivan's chin. "I'm keeping you alive until I'm fully sated. Once you no longer amuse me, I'll simply burn you alive. Your death won't even be fast. Trust me, I have experience in fire play. I know how to make flesh burn a long, long time."

Ivan sneered as he spat out, "You're a sick son of a whore."

Laxus whacked the baton across Ivan's face again, then slammed the butt end into his sternum, making him howl in pain. "Don't you ever talk about my mother that way."

"Or what?" Ivan snarled, panting in pain.

"You think this hurts?" Laxus asked coldly. "This is just bruising. I'll show you real pain."

Laxus threw the bloodied baton aside, marched back to the table, and returned with massive shears. He sliced off Ivan's clothes, cutting through the fabric and letting the shreds fall to the ground.

"Pissed yourself. Soiled yourself. Disgusting fucker. You're going to forget what being clothed even feels like. You'll shiver in your own nakedness. Summer and winter don't matter down here. The temperature is regulated. I can leave you sweltering until you pass out, or leave you just on the brink of hypothermia. Down here," he declared stepping back as the last shred of cloth fell from his father's body, "I am Thor, a god, and you are a mere mortal."

"You're delusional!" he hissed.

He leaned in close. "And I have you to thank for that." He took a step back and stretched as if bored. "I don't know much about you, though. Here you are, my own father, the man who donated half my chromosomes, and I seriously know nothing about you. I don't know how you met my mother or how the fuck you convinced her to marry you; I don't know what you majored in during school, or what precisely you did for work. I know nothing about you, Dad. So I'm going to see what sort of man you are. What are your limits? Where are your weak points? What are your fears? After all," he mocked cruelly, "we have so much to catch up on."

He grabbed up a bag of clothespins. He began along the raised arm, pinching the clothespins along the common weak points. Ivan tensed up at a few on the under side of his upper arm, but the pins pinched his flesh without satisfactory reactions.

"Strong arms," Laxus said, amused but also disappointed. He dropped to a knee. "Let's see how your legs fair."

"You … nnngh … really seem to know what you're doing," Ivan noted. "Don't tell me you work as some sort of professional."

Laxus raised his eyes in a hateful glare but only scoffed. He returned to pinching the clamps onto Ivan's feet, toes, knees, inner thighs, then stood and began testing spots on his throat, face, and shoulders. The man must be able to withstand an insane amount of pain.

"Is that it?" he mocked, breathing hard but not giving in. "You became a male prostitute, eh? Shit, I really picked the worst bitch in the world to raise my progeny."

Laxus skipped the lesser locations and aimed a clothespin right on Ivan's nipple. "I said you never speak about my mother that way." He pulled out another clothespin and clamped it hard on the other side of his chest, getting a tensed groan but nothing more. "That woman was a saint, and you … you're a goddamn fucker. That's all! You fucked her, and you fucked up my life. You're only good at fucking shit up."

"Says the prostitute fucking some rich piece of ass now," Ivan sneered back. "Save yourself the decades of therapy and kill me so you can go back to your sugar daddy and suck his gold-plated cock."

Laxus trembled in rage. "Go to hell," he whispered direly.

"You're gonna hurt him bad one day, y'know. That's how it starts. You think it's all okay, you think you're not doing anything wrong, and slowly it gets worse."

"Shut up," Laxus barked. "I'd never hurt him."

"Oh, you will!" he said smugly. "One day, it won't be enough. You'll do more, push limits further, and he'll put up with it. He won't say anything … out of love. Your mother never said anything to me, even when there was blood all over the bed."

In outrage, Laxus grabbed another clothespin and clamped it onto the loose skin of Ivan's ball sack. Finally, he got a howl of agony.

"Is this what it takes to get to you, fucker?" he snarled. He yanked another clamp out of the large bag and pinched the other ball. Ivan's entire body stiffened and his screams hitched in agony. "You're a tough bastard, I'll grant you that, but you're wrong. I would never hurt Freed in a way he doesn't want."

"Don't … nngh … don't you get it? He will want it. Because it's you, he'll put up with it."

"He speaks up."

Ivan laughed through the pain and shook his head. "Trust me, he'll indulge you until one day you push him too far. Things will turn out so badly, you can't even look at one another without shame and guilt. In that moment," he said with fierce eyes, "you'll remember this. You'll remember me. You'll realize you only like to hurt him because you always wanted to hurt me," he said with a cruel laugh, "and now that I'm not around, he will take my place. You'll crave the thrill, the pain, the blood. You'll crave it, and he'll oblige and keep going along thinking you love him. In reality, you've replaced me with him. That's all it is. He … is … me." He laughed as Laxus' eyes widened in horror. "The moment you realize that, my stupid son, you'll never be able to fuck his asshole again, because it's no different than sticking that cock up into your own father."

"Oh, my cock won't be going up into you. You see, I may have had rich fuckers pay me for services, but I never once fucked a client." That was how this had to be. Like his past clients, nothing more. No emotion, no attachment. Just pain. He walked to the table and brought forth a glass tube-like dildo plugged in with a chord. When he turned it on, violet electricity filled the inside.

"Every item you use on me, you'll never be able to use it on him again, not without remembering me," Ivan warned.

"Then I'd rather give up BDSM altogether."

Ivan cackled at that declaration. "Give it up? You truly are stupid. That's what he likes, right? He craves the way you thrill him. If you give it up, he'll give up on you."

"No, he won't! Freed loves me. He would never dump me just because—"

"Because you can no longer live up to his expectations and personal needs?" he screamed. Ivan shook his head with a smirk. "Oh, he'll definitely leave you for something like that. Would you two even have hooked up if it weren't for sadomasochistic play? Would he have wanted you at all if you didn't thrill him?" He laughed mockingly. "He'll crave that high, and if he doesn't get it from you, he'll simply find someone else, maybe hire some other dom to satisfy his needs."

Laxus froze, thinking about Llewellyn and how his marriage to Liberty began to crumble as soon as he began to need pain, and she could not dole it out.

"He may even insist he's fine, but like you said, he's rich. He could hire a professional and get his fulfillment without you knowing. I seriously doubt you would notice a dip in his bank funds."

"Shut up! He wouldn't. He … Freed, he … he's loyal. He'd never—"

"I bet he's never been tested," Ivan cut in. "Have you ever gone away for a long time? Did he flirt while you were gone and he couldn't get his ass worked out?"

Laxus scowled. He remembered Loke teasing about some guy, the rich asshole with a vodka gimlet drink. Rufus, was it? He had flirted with Freed, and the two did actually go out drinking together. Could that have been considered a date? If Laxus had been gone even longer and that asshat kept pressuring Freed, how long would it have taken before he gave in? How long before his needs won over? Just how loyal would Freed be if torturing Ivan changed Laxus permanently?

"Before that happens," he muttered, "I'll kill you. I won't let you come in the way of my relationship with him."

Ivan grinned vilely. "Get in the way? Oh, no! No, not at all, my idiot son. You owe me a bit of gratitude." He smiled at the hate filling Laxus' blue eyes and continued to explain. "If it weren't for your lust to torture me, you never would have sought out how to hurt others, right? You said you didn't inherit being a sadist from me, and you're absolutely right. I created Laxus the Sadist. I created the opportunity for you to meet your sugar daddy and fuck his rich ass. You owe me for giving you the chance to marry rich and live well, because if I hadn't fucked with your mind, you'd still be some bashful, wimpy, under-developed scarecrow of a loser, too stupid to get into university, too weak to work manual labor or a job with the military, probably working as a janitor in whatever corporation your boy toy's family owns." He enunciated with a fiendish grin, "You … are with him … because … of me!"

Ivan tipped his head back, bellowing laughter and snide remarks at Laxus while the blond stared forward in stupefied repulsion.

He met Freed … because he was a sadist.

He was a sadist … because of his father.

He and Freed were together … because of … his father?

"I hate you," he snarled, shaking in fury.

"Then torture me," Ivan mocked. "Torture me, and realize you're becoming the man I am. With each blow you give to either myself or to him, you and I are becoming more and more like father and son."

"Fuck you!"

Laxus lunged forward and rammed the violet wand's dildo attachment right up Ivan's ass, ripping him. As blood ran down the tube and Ivan shrieked, tears of hatred dripped from Laxus' face.

"You can go to hell!"

He turned on the wand, purple glowed through the dim basement, and bolts of electricity pierced straight up inside of Ivan.

"Oh God! Harder, daddy!"

Laxus froze and stared in confusion. Wait, did his dad just call him … what … wait, what the fuck?

"More," Ivan snarled. "Come on, if you're really my flesh-and-blood, you'll do it properly. That couldn't be more than … nngh … ten thousand volts, and those big boys go up to fifty. Give it to me harder!"

"What the fuck!" Laxus shouted, drawing back in horror and simply leaving the wand embedded inside.

"Don't stop, daddy."

"Shut up! Shut … oh, fuck this. No! Hell no! You … you're … a fucking masochist?" he shouted in horror. "God-fucking-dammit! You can't even let me have this much? You can't even let me have the satisfaction of torturing you. Wow." He laughed at the insanity of it. "Just … wow. Fuck my life. Fuck it all!"

Ivan squirmed against the wrist restraints. "Don't stop yet. Your mother was a way better sadist than you."

Laxus covered his ears and turned away. "God, I don't even want to know!"

"I met her at a strip club. She was one nasty piece of trailer trash ass, but damn, could she flog me!"

Laxus shook his head. His mother … no! She was beautiful and loving, not … not a stripper. Not a dominatrix. And his father was a client? No way!

"You're right," Ivan chuckled. "You didn't inherit being a sadist from me. I'm the exact opposite. I didn't even want the bitch as anything more than a whore to whip me and ride my cock, but my father forced me to marry her after he realized she gave birth to his bastard grandson."

"What?" sneered Laxus.

"It was useless, though," he said with a shrug to his shoulders. "She was a whore; it was always about the sex between us."

"Eww, no! I don't wanna know."

"But I wanted it harder, more than she could deliver with those tiny, bulimic arms. When she couldn't at least please me in the bedroom, I lost interest, just as your boy toy will lose interest in you. Still, no domme could do it hard enough for me. That's why I was experimenting on you, the brat she accidentally gave birth to despite condoms and the Pill. I had hoped that if I could make you stronger, I could make her stronger, strong enough to beat my ass properly."

"Shut up!"

"She's gone, so you'll take her place. So hit me good and hard, daddy," he moaned.

"Don't you fucking call me daddy!"

"Well, I used to call her Mama, but I figured that would be rather rude. Too bad she didn't give birth to a daughter."

Laxus kicked the table, sending the devices he had set up scattering over the basement floor. "Fuck this. Fuck it. You are going to stay down here until you die of thirst and hunger. I don't even fucking care anymore."

"Then grant me one last request and crank this violet wand to fifty. Let me die feeling it burn my ass."

In a final burst of frustration and anger, Laxus cranked the wand to the maximum. The crackling of electricity echoed in small booms throughout the room. Ivan moaned as the sparks filled him.

"Thor, my god!"

"Oh fuck, no!"

"Only you."

"NO!" He covered his ears and tried to run away.

"Don't leave me, daddy. Oh God, you're gonna make me come. So good, daddy."

"Shut up. Just shut up!"

Ivan's laugh echoed in his head. "You will never be able to do anything with him without remembering me. You're a sadist because of me. My perfect creation. Four-Six-Two. Four-Six-Two. Four-Six-Two!"

Laxus bolted up, sweating and panting. It was still dark, and the room had the sterile odor of a hotel. He leaped out of bed, ran across the room to the toilet, and threw up the five beers and three tequila shots he drank to knock himself out. As he sat propped up by the shower door, leaning against the toilet and swallowing down his stomach, the nightmare played through his head.

"Fuck, what even was that?" he wondered. "That was … Damn! The worst dream ever. The worst!"

He rinsed out his mouth and looked in the mirror at his blanched face. He reached behind him and felt the etching in his skin, covered by a tattoo now, but even Freed had noticed it once. 4-6-2.

How much of that dream were real facts he forgot? Maybe as a toddler, he had overheard that his mother was a stripper, but it made no sense to him at the time. Or was it just all a figment of his drunken imagination?

Was it a warning?

You're a sadist because of me. My perfect creation.

At least part of that was true. He turned to sadism as a legal way to experiment with techniques to torture his father. If he had never had that bloody goal, would he have ever met Freed?

"This is fucked up," he muttered, dragging his hands over his sweaty face. "Now I don't even want to sleep. Shit. I'm never drinking tequila again."

Laxus jumped into the shower, cranking it to be as cold as he could withstand. Still, the dream lingered, horrific and disgusting. While the mental image of his naked father taking pleasure in his sadism was stomach-churning, what truly bothered Laxus were the taunts.

If he fulfilled his quest of revenge, would he even want sadistic play anymore? Would he be able to do it at all? Would any act remind him of the violence against his father and make him sick? Would Freed leave him if he could not meet his needs?

Was what he did to Freed only what he wanted to do to his father?

Had Freed subconsciously replaced his father?

Fuck this shit!

Still, he stared as the water dripped over his face and questioned just why he and Freed were together. What kept them together? What might rip them apart? Was his whole life based on revenge? Was his relationship with Freed an outlet for that aggression?

Would he truly hurt Freed one day?

Laxus closed his eyes and rubbed out his head.

He really wanted Freed to hold him right now and promise him it would all be okay. He needed to hear that soothing voice and feel those strong yet slender arms. He needed Freed's kisses and whispered words of tenderness.

"Dammit, Freed, I need you!"

Next Chapter: "Sadistic Orders"

A/N: I totally and thoroughly blame Sass-queen-justine for this idea. Last chapter, too. I did not plan for it, but as soon as she said it, I just HAD TO.
http://sass-queen-justine.tumblr.com/post/141579613092/
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