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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fire_Emblem:_If_|_Fire_Emblem:_Fates
  Relationship:
      Garon/Marx_|_Xander
  Character:
      Marx_|_Xander, Garon_(Fire_Emblem), Camilla_(Fire_Emblem)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Father/Son_Incest, Shota, Public_Sex, Humiliation,
      Brother-Sister_Relationships
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-30 Words: 2367
****** Spectacle ******
by tokkee
Summary
     Young Xander suffers under the hands of his cruel father.
Notes
     DO NOT READ THIS if you don't like non-consensual sex, underage sex,
     or incest. It's fucked up. You've been warned.
     I shit you not, someone from tumblr reported me to the FBI for this
     fanfiction. They actually did an investigation and found I wasn't
     breaking any laws, so nothing ever happened. I'm appalled that
     someone had the audacity to waste precious real life resources trying
     to get me in trouble for something as stupid as a fanfiction when
     they could've been out saving REAL people. I deleted the original
     because I was embarrassed, but now I don't give a fuck. It's fiction.
     Go spend your energy doing something that helps ACTUAL abuse victims
     instead of wasting your breath on me, because I'm 100% unapologetic
     about writing this fictional stuff.
     Also, try not to picture this with goopy Garon or even regular Garon
     from the present from the games. He had good looking children so I
     assume he wasn't always completely disgusting looking. But uhh, no
     judgment if that's what you prefer!
The air was loud with chatter and energy at the Cyrkensia theatre. Xander and
Camilla held hands as the stepped onto the guarded balcony before sitting on
opposite sides of their father's large, throne-like seat. The balcony had the
best view of the stage in the entire building, situated perfectly center and
towering above the seats below. King Garon paid a pretty sum to reserve the
space year round, and the Nohrian royal family often took leave to watch the
spectacular shows.
"Are you excited, Xander?" Camilla asked with a smile. "Beruka said I'd really
like this concert! Thanks so much for coming with me!"
"Of course. It's nice to take a break from training every once in a while."
"Ugh, I'm so glad father isn't as strict with me yet about combat training.
It's so boring. Gunter won't even let me use a real weapon yet." Xander
chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I remember those times. Once you start using real weapons, you'll want to go
back to using sticks. Real weapons are so heavy and cumbersome."
"If you say so..." She kicked her legs back and forth as she stared at her
shiny new shoes. "I want to learn how to use an axe like father. Swords are
okay, but there's something about an axe that is so much scarier. I want to be
scary and intimidating."
Xander remained silent for a moment while he pondered her words.
"Yeah, me too."
It was not long until they heard commanding footsteps reverberate off the floor
beneath them. Both children stiffened out of respect at the arrival of their
father. Camilla bowed her head as he walked past her and sat down in his seat
between them.
"Hello, father," both said at almost the exact same time.
"Good evening."
The balcony was silent until the room darkened and the musicians entered the
stage. Camilla perked up, placing her hands on the arms of the chair and
leaning forward to get a better view. Xander could see her smiling features
against the dim lighting, her eyes wide with awe, and he couldn't help but
smile, too. There were few things that pleased him more than seeing her happy.
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It was only minutes into the performance when an icy hand ran itself up
Xander's leg, slowly from his knee and up under the sock garter attached to his
thigh. The hand froze, but he could feel the soft caress of his father's thumb
tenderly rubbing against his skin.
Xander tried not to panic, but all the muscles in his body went rigid anyway.
He pretended not to notice.
"A good leader knows what he needs," Garon whispered as he leaned in to his
son's ear. The hand at his thigh softly squeezed at his flesh. Camilla turned
to them, distracted by the sound of her father's voice.
"Do you know what you need, Xander?"
Xander said nothing.
"If you don't know, you must learn. That is the burden a king must face."
Xander's mind was frantic, and for a moment, he thought of his baby brother,
Corrin. Corrin represented so much promise in his darkness, much like the
candle Xander carried at night to light the halls of the castle when he snuck
out to train. He was dependent on that flicker of hope, and the thought of
Garon snuffing it out with his vile touches and venomous words was enough to
give him enough strength to submit himself completely.
"Won't you teach me, father?" Xander finally looked up into the eyes of the man
who tormented him so and flashed an expression of solemn desperation.
Garon's mouth curled in a victorious grin. Camilla's eyes widened in horror.
Xander needed no further instructions. After slipping down his shorts until
they tangled around one ankle, he slowly straddled his father in the chair,
pressing his chest against the much larger man. He felt something hard and
thick against the cleft of his ass, twitching slightly whenever the boy made
any sort of movement. With his legs draped over the arms of the chair, Xander
couldn't touch the floor except with the tips of his toes. It meant his father
was in total control this time.
"You've been a coward in your training, Xander," Garon said quietly, yet full
of regret. "You are undedicated and lazy. It pains me to think you take your
title so lightly."
Xander had heard the words before, but he never grew numb to the shame.
"I'm sorry, father."
"It is my duty to push you to your greatest potential. Sometimes, drastic
measures need to be taken to ensure the greatest outcome."
Xander felt his eyes burn as he held back his tears.
"I understand, father."
Xander said nothing as his father fumbled through one of his side pockets and
heard him unscrew the top off a vial. He tried not to think about the fact that
Garon had planned this and came prepared.
After a short time of Garon only preparing himself, the boy felt slick, large
hands grasp his bottom and lift him. Xander could only place his hands on his
father's shoulders like he knew he preferred. Perhaps, if he was cooperative
enough, he wouldn't go after the others. The fleeting thought of his younger
siblings made the tears spill over his cheek.
He tried so hard to breathe. One of the first things he was taught for combat
is to control his breathing. Don't hold your breath, don't ever hold your
breath, they'd say, especially when you are injured and still fighting. But the
pain tore through him so fast, he didn't have a chance. His lungs filled with
air and held tight as he was ruthlessly penetrated. The searing pain only got
worse and worse and worse as his father forced himself upon him.
"H-H... uuuurts...!" he managed to choke out as his fingertips dug into Garon's
shoulders, his limbs trembling violently from the assault. "It huuuurts, daddy,
p-please...! Please don't...!"
"You dare use such childish titles with me, boy?" Garon dug his nails into the
soft skin of Xander's bottom and the young prince mentally kicked himself for
losing control. He'd pay for that, he knew.
"S-Sorry... father..."
Camilla swallowed the bile rising in her throat.
His father said nothing more as he filled him to the hilt, pausing before
lifting the boy off him completely. Xander sighed at the relief and almost
uttered a word of thanks. For a brief moment, he almost believed that Garon was
being merciful and had ceased the assault. But that moment was short-lived as
he was lowered down again, more quickly this time, and Xander could not hold
back the wail of pain as he was torn through once more.
"Are you trying to create a spectacle of your own, Xander?" Garon teased.
"Surely, others can see and hear you making such a fuss. How unfitting for a
boy of your status."
As Garon began to move him, Xander clamped a hand over his own mouth. The music
from the stage was booming enough to drown out the usual sounds of his ass
slapping against his father's thighs after each thrust. Each time he was
lowered, the young prince stifled the cries that formed in his throat, allowing
them to come out as little more than a troubled squeak.
Garon was never gentle with his lovers; he took pride and pleasure in seeing
his son's face contorted in pain around his large cock, and he lusted ever so
to push Xander's limits of stoicism.
"Are you enjoying the music, Camilla?" he asked nonchalantly.
Camilla's distant gaze towards the stage did not falter. She couldn't look at
him.
"Yes, father." Her voice was soft and emotionless. "Thank you for bringing me."
"And you, Xander? How is it?"
"...Good, father." Xander forced himself to exhale before speaking through his
ragged inhales. He couldn't waver.
"Is that all?" Garon was prompting him. Xander knew the script well.
"I... love it, father." He paused, attempting to maintain his composure despite
uttering such sickening words. "Thank you."
Garon put his hand behind Xander's head and pulled his small body towards him,
resting his cheek against his chest. He gently ran his hand through the soft
blonde locks in a twisted mock of consolation as he continued to pound into
him. Xander's own cock was semi-hard, stimulated merely by the sensation of
rubbing against the soft velvet of his father's coat.
"Is it comfort you desire, Xander?" the man cooed softly. "Do you think I don't
love you? Is that your reasoning for such sloppy daily improvements? Do you
truly crave my attention that much?"
The words stung Xander to the core. He felt the walls he had meticulously built
around his mind begin to crumble.
"N-No, father..." he stuttered, suddenly feeling flustered and restless. "I...
I-I...!"
A strong shudder shook his body, jolting from his stomach down to his toes.
Xander's breaths were suddenly deep and ragged against his father's neck. His
thighs squeezed against the chair and for a brief second, all the pain
diminishing. Garon stopped moving despite relishing the feeling of his son
tightening around him. He grabbed Xander by the shoulder and pushed his limp
body back on his lap.
"Disgusting child," Garon seethed, curling his lip. "I attempt to teach you a
lesson and you use it for your own selfish gains? My son, nothing but a common
whore. How unfit for royalty you are."
Xander panted deeply, tears filling his dark brown eyes. He had no idea what
had happened; the sensations scared and confused him. The prince looked down
between his legs and noticed fluid leaking from his soft member. It sickened
him.
"And you ruined my coat. How disappointing. I would simply hate to have to
punish someone else for your constant misbehavior..." Garon's glanced over to
Camilla for a brief moment. The boy's stomach felt as if it sunk to his knees.
I've failed my siblings, Xander thought to himself, tears leaving streaks down
his cheeks as he cried without restraint. I can't protect them. I can't protect
anyone. I can't live up to anyone's expectations.
Xander looked over at his sister, who was silently sobbing. Her face was
scarlet red and puffy from holding back. Her gaze was still fixated on the
stage, but it was full of an emotion he couldn't quite decipher.
She's so disappointed in me. So disgusted. I... I hate myself. I truly, truly
hate myself.
His whole body had become limp, but it did not deter his father from fucking
him mercilessly. Xander meekly wrapped his legs around Garon's waist in a final
attempt to please him. The pain had returned quickly and in full force, but he
embraced it. Perhaps, this was what he truly deserved.
Breaking Xander was all part of the grand agenda. If he lived long enough, he
was to be heir to the Nohrian throne. But the boy was naturally timid and
slightly fearful. This made him a poor leader but an easy target to be
manipulated into someone worthy. Had he been hard-headed and impulsive, Garon
knew he would have a difficult time controlling him and shaping him into a man
deserving of the title of king.
Garon knew that by humiliation and holding threats over the boy's head, he
would become emotionally stunted as a way to cope. A good king is not blinded
by his own emotions and those of others. He wanted to mould Xander into a
leader focused only on power and loyalty, not mercy and feelings. The first
step was to destroy his ability to feel. And certainly, Garon would never turn
down the chance to toy with such a beautiful body he helped create.
The look of utter defeat in his son's face pushed the man over the edge. Garon
grasped Xander's shoulders once more and forced him down on his cock with as
much strength as he could muster, wanting to be as deep as possible as he came
hard into the limp body on top of him. Xander only winced as he felt his father
swell and twitch inside him. The man continued to pump into him until he went
soft, relishing the afterglow as long as possible as he caught his breath.
When he was finished, Garon slid the boy off him and pushed him off his lap.
Xander attempted to break his fall but was unsuccessful. He grabbed the arm of
the chair and pulled his body up with all his strength, barely able to stand
with such painful, trembling legs. As he remained half-standing attempting to
regain his balance, Garon wiped his bloodied, come-covered cock on the front of
Xander's blouse in a final effort to humiliate him.
Gingerly, Xander grabbed his undergarments and shorts and quickly slid them on
before wobbling back to his seat. Silently, he prayed to the gods no one saw
what just happened and prayed even harder that his younger sister would forgive
him. He felt so filthy that she had to witness him in such a humbling state,
being punished for his constant disobedience. He couldn't bear to look at her.
His glossy eyes remained fixed at the floor for the remainder of the concert.
As the final curtain fell, the Nohrian royalty stood from their seats, Garon
leaving first with the same long, thunderous steps as when he entered. The two
siblings stood in silence for a long moment. Xander continued to stare at the
floor, still unable to look her in the eyes with his burning shame.
Camilla finally took a step towards him and took his hand in hers. She couldn't
stand to see her older brother so defeated, despite her feeling as helpless as
she did. If she could pretend everything was fine, maybe he would focus more on
himself than her. Typical Xander alwaysput his siblings first, she knew.
"Let's go, big brother," she said as she forced the biggest smile she could
muster, looking almost comical against her reddened face. Xander slightly
raised his head, glancing up and forcing a smile back, though his was much less
convincing.
"Yes, let's."
 
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