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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Cronus_Ampora_&_Eridan_Ampora
  Character:
      Cronus_Ampora, Eridan_Ampora
  Additional Tags:
      Child_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-04 Words: 5005
****** The Last Ampora ******
by Quinharley
Summary
     A longitudinal view of Eridan Ampora growing up with an abusive older
     Cronus.
                Your name is Eridan Ampora and you were five years old when you
learned that if you had to pee in the middle of the night, it'd be better to
wet yourself right then and there than to get up and go to the bathroom. Mother
would get mad at you in the morning and yell, but it was better than having
Cronus see you alone, with mommy and daddy fast asleep, even if Cronus teased
you incessantly about needing the diaper. He should know why you need it
though. It’s his fault.
 
                Mommy and Daddy were asleep and I was trying to get to sleep,
when I felt a loud grumble in my tummy. It was a big number two, and it wasn’t
waiting for the next day.  Number two was worse than number one because of how
bad it stunk and it wasn’t on accident like number one was when you sleep. I
listened closely to the sound of Cronus’ breathing in the bed next to mine. It
sounded like he was sleeping. I tiptoed as quiet as I could be as I made my way
to and from the bathroom. I had entered the room when a floorboard squeaked
loudly. Cronus woke up and stared at me. It wasn’t an angry stare, just a calm
one, and that was scariest.
                “Nonononononono…” He got up without saying anything and made
his way towards me. I stood still, unable to move as he walked closer and
closer. I could feel the stream of tears and the stream of pee already flowing
down my jammies. “Shh.” He whispered, and locked our bedroom door. 
                He shoved me down on the carpet and stomped his foot onto my
tummy, and roughly covered my mouth to keep the screams inside. He flipped me
over and pushed his foot onto my back and pulled and twisted on my arms like
pretzel dough that mommy makes for the bakery.  His hands smashed my face into
the puddle of pee on the ground and kept smashing it until I felt my nose break
and blood oozed out.  He let my face flop into the peeblood pool and whispered.
“You fell down the stairs, okay?” He wiped up the blood with a baby wipe.
“Gotta clean up baby’s mess right? Stupid baby fell down the stairs and came
into the room with a bloody nose… right?” He stared at me with his calm eyes
and I nodded weakly and crawled back into bed.
 
Your name is Eridan Ampora and you are nine years old, and flunking out of
third grade. It's not your fault, your teacher grades entirely on participation
this year, and you’ve sworn off talking. The only chance to redeem yourself was
your homework, which Cronus routinely destroyed. You thought about telling on
him once but Daddy and Mommy would never believe you because he's the perfect
child, who does well in school and sports.
                I walked back from school with another failed test in my
backpack. I always left the answers blank because I was too scared to try and
to get them wrong.  Mother gave me a stern look as I walked into the house that
day. “Your teacher called and said you always fail to write anything down on
your test, and she’ll have to hold you back if you keep this up. What’s going
on? Cronus never had these problems.”  I want to scream back into her face that
of course I’m not Cronus. I would never beat up on my brother to the point
where he cries himself to sleep near every night. But I can’t yell at her, so I
bottle it up and ball up my fists, to the point where my hands are shaking.
                “Anyways, your father and I are going in for a parent-teacher
conference, and then we’re going to your Aunt’s party. Cronus offered to stay
behind to watch after you.”
                A whole afternoon with my big brother.
I want to scream out in protest, but find that I can’t, and I nod and walk back
into my shared room with Cronus.  By some blessing, he was not in the room, and
I quickly locked the door, curled myself up in my blankets, and cried, then
fell asleep.
I woke up when I heard the doorknob jiggling, and something clinking around
inside of it. Cronus unlocked the door and slid right next into bed with me.
“Hey little bro.” He crooned in my ear, as he lay an arm across my shoulder. I
froze. This was new. He whispered in my ear, his tongue tracing the outline of
it, and I almost jerked out of the bed, but his arm held me in. “Let’s play a
game.”  I was shaking, but this was the best I had ever felt around Cronus for
as long as I can remember.  He unzipped my pants and fumbled around with my
underpants. I heard him unzip his pants and press something hard into my back.
He turned me around and kissed me, pulling my underpants off, and he rolled my
penis in between his fingers. I didn’t know why but it felt good, and he wasn’t
beating me up.  While rolling it in his hands, he had removed all his clothing,
and he pulled my head down to where his penis was and it stared at me. He
jabbed forward and it poked near my cheek.  “Put it in your mouth, and it’ll
taste good!” I didn’t know why I trusted him, but I tried to wrap it in my
mouth, kinda like a hot dog. He plunged inward, and I felt myself gagging as he
poked at the dangly part in my throat. I tried to pull off, but he kept my head
in place with a hand over the covers. Bile rose up in my throat and I threw up
all over the bed and on him. He stared at me with his eyes burning with cold
rage, and picked me up by the neck and bashed my head into the wall. He dropped
me on the floor and kicked me in the stomach, which caused me to throw up on
his feet. This angered him more, so he continued to beat me up. He then walked
into the kitchen and dug around until he found some medicine that would make me
throw up more. When my parents came home, he told them that I had gotten into
the “ipecac” and that I threw up everywhere because of it. They of course, were
all too willing to believe him.
Your name is Eridan Ampora and you are thirteen years old, and you’re in your
first year of middle school.  You still don’t talk, but they’ve put you in a
special education program that allows you to demonstrate your understanding in
other ways. Cronus is the school president, and everytime he saw you, he’d
scruffle your hair or hugged you and declared, “My Bro.” Everyone always
d’awwed at his saccharine displays of affection towards me in public, and only
if they knew, or only if you bothered to speak it out.
I had finished another creative writing assignment, and turned it into my
teacher. He gave me a warm smile. I guess some of my assignments had bothered
him, because at one point, he pulled me aside after class, and looked at me
straight in the eyes. “Is everything okay Eridan? Do you wanna talk—err write
about it to me…or a counselor even?” I took the risk by writing about how I
felt after coming into class after Cronus beat me up one day. My teacher had
praised the writing, but his face was tensed with concern.
I paled, and my eyes nervously darted around the classroom, and I felt my
breath speeding up to a rapid pace as I continued to look all around the room,
anywhere but my teacher. I shook my head no vehemently and backed myself into a
corner, continuing to accelerate my breathing. My teacher rushed to get me a
paper bag to slow my breathing, but my vision already began to dim at the
edges, and I hit the ground and passed out.
“I recommend getting him a therapist to be honest.” I heard the doctor’s voice
as I stumbled back into consciousness, resting on the hospital bed.  I weakly
shook my head no in the hospital bed, but to no avail. After I was released
from the hospital, my parents obtained an appointment with a therapist for me.
We walk into the room and the therapist greets me with what I suppose is to be
a cordial greeting, but it only comes off as rocky and cold. “Have a seat
dear.” I sat down and my eyes were darting all over the room, flecked with
colorful posters and pictures of the brain. “I’m not crazy.” I think to myself,
but the room is full of posters implying that I am.  “So what seems to be the
issue here mr…ampora?” She stared at me and I shake my head and say nothing.
“Do you want to write it?” She pushed me a pad of paper and a pen.  “No.” I
write back and push it towards her. “Why not? This is a safe place okay?” She
slid the paper back. “No. I can’t trust you, I don’t trust you, and I won’t
trust you.” We volleyed back and forth her between her attempts to loosen me
up, and I withdrew deeper into my turtle shell, hoping she would finally break
her fangs and stop trying to crack me open and peer into my secrets.  She
finally gave up, and didn’t charge my parents for her time. I walked out, and
my mother was mumbling something of a problem child and wanting to put me up
for adoption. She was just blowing off steam. We all need to blow off steam
sometimes.
I went into my room and thought about what would’ve happened if I opened up to
my therapist. They’d probably send me to some rehabilitation clinic for abused
children, and send Cronus off to jail. I could never do that to Cronus though,
he was too smart and too athletic to go to jail, and it’s not like he was awful
to me all the time, only on occasion.  “I did the right thing.” I thought to
myself, as I pull the covers over my head and try to sleep, worn out from the
battle with the therapist.
Cronus walked into the room, waved at me, then came and hugged me. “Hey little
bro,” he rubbed my head and pulled out a cigarette.  He lit it up and took a
deep drag of the cig, then puffed it out. He was unaware of the looming smoke
detector above his head, and it sounded off an alarm. Mother stomped quickly
over to our room. Cronus looked at me and said, “Open your mouth.” I opened my
mouth, and he dumped his ashes inside, putting the cig out as well by pressing
it into my cheek. I twitched indignantly in pain, but I’ve felt worse. The
ashes were bitter and cloying as they scattered across my taste buds, and I
choked on them. “What is going on—Eridan?!” She stared at me as I coughed out
the telltale black smoke of a cigarette.  I could only cough back in response,
as she continued to yell at me, then grabbed my father who also yelled at me
for smoking. There’s a difference from smoking and being an ash tray, but I let
them scream, and I block them out, my eyes darting and taking in the room
around me.
My parents had gone off to a party, and thankfully Cronus was out cruising
around with his new girlfriend, so I had the house to myself. Or so I thought.
Cronus slammed the door to the house angrily and stomped inside, kicking off
his shoes as he walked in. “Fuckin’ bitchass whore, not putting out and shit,
pay for her freaking meal and she won’t reciprocate with a little intimacy…” I
walked out of the room to get to the bathroom before he entered the room, but I
was too late. “Hey you…” He cooed, calling to my ears like the nectar of a
pitcher plant attracts a fly, and it falls in and is digested.  He picked me up
and pressed me against the wall of the house, underneath a picture frame. “You
don’t mind helping your big bro get off right…?” He winked at me, then I felt
his lips brush against my cheeks as they slid and formed a tight seal around my
mouth,  his tongue skirting around the insides of my lips and rubbing my gums.
“That’s the stuff Eri…” He smoothed my hair as I began to get into the rhythm
of the tantalizing tango our tongues throbbed to, and we danced until I felt a
deep, primeval growl in the back of his throat that rumbled through my head. It
felt good, to have this sort of positive attention from Cronus. It feels so
good, that I want to open my mouth and whisper his name back, but he does
enough talking for the both of us. “Mmmf…little bro…” He pulled back and his
fingers frantically raced down my shirt, popping off several buttons off of a
brand new shirt, and I heard them roll down the hallway, soon to be muffled by
the sounds of Cronus moaning in my throat.  “I love you so much right now bro…”
His hands clamped tight over my chest, and pulled sharply at my nipples. I
jumped from his teasing, knocking down the picture frame to my left. Cronus
scooted it away with his foot, then carried me bridal style into our room and
set me on his bed.  After racing down each others’ bodies and faces with our
tongues, Cronus removed his pants, and motioned for me to do the same.  I was
painfully stiff and my cock was trapped tight by the expanse of white cotton
over it, and Cronus’ stuck out through the undone button flap in his boxer
shorts. He quickly shed them and drew me close, our respective arousals
espousing each other at the same time his tongue reunited with mine.  “Aww shit
Eri…” He pulled away and looked suggestively downward at his still fully raised
penis. He stuck his tongue out and circled his lips. I picked up on his sign,
and my hands trembling, I rested them on his perfectly rounded cheeks. I opened
my mouth and welcomed him inside of it.  “Aww YEAH… Good bruh!” I was unaware
that I  was  nothing more than  a dog being praised for a trick. He stroked the
back of my head affectionately and moved his hips in an undulating fashion.  My
gag reflex was still firing at full blast,  but I was too far lost in his
praise and pleasure that I paid it no heed.  He pulled out, and I looked up at
him in fear that I did something wrong.  He lifted me up on the bed, and pulled
my briefs off, my erect cock snapping forward and slapping me in the face. He
smiled and traced his tongue down the slit and around the head, then threw my
briefs across the room. “Tonight I’ma make you sing.” He stared into my eyes as
he slid a finger in, pumping it in rhythm while he hummed an old love song.
“Eridaaaaan, is my baaabyyyyyy…” He pumped in another finger and I hugged into
his body tightly, bucking against him slightly as he pushed further and further
inside of me, my walls squeezing his fingers in a vicegrip.  “Baaby Eridaaan,
Sing! For! Me!” He punctuated each word with another push inside of me, until
he was three fingers inside to the knuckles.  He pulled them out and held them
to my lips, and I lost in lust sucked them down, finding the normally repulsive
taste to be even more of a turn on. He lubed himself up and poked his head
inside of me. “It’s only gonna hurt for a bit…you’ve been through worse right?”
He rubbed my shoulder, and for the first time since this has started, I begin
to think about how poorly he’s treated me. I am incapable of caring. He slid in
halfway, then pulled out and plunged himself inside of me.  I let out my first
noise in years and shout out an “Oh!” that I’m sure echoed through the hallways
of my neighbor’s house. I was shaking from the sudden entrance, and my tears
were falling down and mingled with Cronus’ sweat as he continued to pound
inside of me.  His tongue was lapping up the mixture of my sweat, my tears and
he kissed me afterwards, placing the salty mixture on my tongue. Cronus buried
himself inside of me to the hilt, and I felt the prickling of his pubic hairs
against my smooth taint. “Is it okay to move around now Eri?” He smoothed a
hand over my hair and I nodded.  He slowly backed out of me, then pushed back
in to the hilt. He repeated this gently and slowly until he began to pick up
speed, like a plane gathering speed before it carries you up into the heavens.
He was grunting over me with every push back inside of me, and it was hurting
slightly, but the pleasure it was giving was enough to outweight it. I spurted
out onto Cronus’ chest, and soon after Cronus gave one final, powerful roar of
a grunt, and emptied himself inside of me. And I have never felt more full.
Cronus carried me to the shower and cleaned me off, scrubbing me down
affectionately, and kissing the tender napes of my neck and collarbone. “I made
baby bird sing. I told you I’d do it.” I melted into his arms and he carried me
off to my bed and tucked me in.
It was the first and the last good night with him.
Your name is Eridan Ampora and you were eighteen years old when Cronus gave you
the news.  He never touched you again like he did that night when he came in
and your parents were at a party.  It was a cold uneventful night, and you were
flipping through your unsigned senior yearbook, full of pictures of people you
never got to meet, other than those in the isolated education room.  
                Cronus entered the door with a grim and serious look on his
face. “Hey Eri. We have to talk.” I turned towards him and raised an eyebrow. 
“So uh… things are gonna change around here, alright?” His eyes were bright and
wet, and his eyes were swollen, as if I had just beaten him and left him to cry
to sleep.  “Mom and dad are… gone. They had a car accident this morning and
they just passed in the hospital.”  I shook my head no silently and backed up
away from him slowly, as if he was holding a gun, and in essence, it was a gun,
loaded with bullets ready to shoot down the world I’ve grown up in. They
weren’t the best parents, and they let me get molested and beat up by Cronus
all throughout my life, and every single excuse that I’m trying to put up to
stop me from crying crumbled down as I rushed into Cronus’ arms and cried into
his shirt.
                “It’ll be okay Eridan. We’ll make it.”
                And for a moment I believed him.  
                I had graduated highschool with a GPA of 3.8, which was good
enough for me to get into a college, even with my preference not to talk. I was
so excited to fill out an app that I had stayed up all night to finish this
college app on paper when Cronus walked into the room.  “The fuck is this
shit?” He grabbed up my college app. “College? Fuck man, we can’t pay for this
shit! Besides, we gotta be sticking together now that we don’t have parents,
awright? I’m doing this for your own good.” He took his lighter and burned my
entire resume, all of my hours of sleep deprivation gone in the greedy flames
of his lighter. “We don’t have the money for you to be frivolously burning
through those damned cancer sticks either, but that didn’t stop you.” I think
angrily.
                “Try not to hate me too hard bro. It’s for the best, awright?”
I already  knew he was right, but it didn’t stop me from getting mad. “Don’t
punk out on me now. It’s for the best. Awright?” His voice took on that steely
calm tone that I had grown to fear. I shook my head no as he picked me up. “AW.
RIGHT?” He was screaming in my face now, and I crinkled my nose in reaction to
his smoke-tinged breath.   He wouldn’t hit me though. He hasn’t hit me since we
were kids.
His hand crashed into my cheek, and I coughed feebly and looked up at him.
“Don’t make me do this Eridan. I gotta teach you a lesson.” He punched me
again. His arms are stronger from when I was eight years old, and it seems he
has forgotten that, as he continued to wail at my body. He finally let me drop
to the ground. “No college.” I nodded weakly, cupping my hand over my mouth to
keep the teeth inside.  I felt a tooth scrape down my throat as he slammed the
door shut, and I cried myself to sleep.
Cronus woke me up by noon on the next day and crawled into bed behind me.
“Let’s have some good ol’ fun eh?” I was still a little angry with him for
beating me up last night, but I nodded eagerly once I felt his hand’s grip on
my crotch.  “Hungry for the lovin’, aren’t you?” He peeled off my pajamas and I
crept my hand into Cronus’ pants and poked a finger inside of him. “No.” He
spat at me. “Taking things up the ass is a bitch’s role. Your role.” He pulled
my hand out angrily and slapped me. “Need to teach you a lesson so you don’t
try that again. Bitch.” He stressed the last words, then lit up a cigarette. He
took a long and calming drag from it, then pushed the searing end of the
burning cigarette into my back.  “I didn’t want to do it, Eri but you gave me
no choice. You understand, right?” I nodded, hoping that he wouldn’t push the
cigarette on my back again. I rolled out of the bed and stood up to check the
burn in the mirror to see how badly it spread, but Cronus grabbed my arm and
wrenched it behind my back. “You’ll do it when we’re finished.” He lit another
cigarette and ground the entire length of it down over my spine. I pulled away
from him sharply, and he jerked my arm back at an unnatural angle and I heard
the loud crack of a bone snapping . “See what you made me do, dumb bitch?!” He
screamed at me. “You’re getting blood on the sheets dammit! Wash it up after
I’m finished.”  He pulled off his clothes and pushed himself inside of me,
completely raw. It burned where his cock had entered me, and I pointed at the
lube and stared at him pleadingly.  “Bad bitches don’t get lube!” He stated
calmly as he thrust himself inside of me at irregular rhythms.  His inward
thrusts seemed to last forever until he pressed in deep one last time, bouncing
my head against the headboard, groaned loudly and then pulled out, his cock
tinged red from the anal rips I felt inside of me.
“Get to cleaning this up, it needs to be spotless before I get home tonight.” I
laid there for what felt like hours until I noticed the sun starting to go
down, and as quickly as I could manage I cleaned up the blood I had left on the
sheets.  He came into the house a little later. “Jesus, you haven’t gotten that
arm in a sling yet…?”  He placed my arm in a sling and tapped me on the head.
“Be good, I got company tonight. It’d be best if you just stayed in the room.”
I nodded.
She rang the doorbell, and I opened my door slightly to peek out at her. She
was pretty enough I guess. Her heels made loud cacophonous clicks on our wooden
floor and she giggled loudly at some of Cronus’ not so funny jokes.  “Oh Cronus
you’re so funny!” She snorted loudly and smacked him on the back. I could not
believe Cronus was putting up with her.   I watched closely as he gently held
her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers and holding her in a warm embrace. He
was treating someone he had just known with such tenderness. Didn’t I deserve
to be loved just the same?  I watched on, my gaze filled with jealousy as I
watched him caress her with the utmost care.  I crept out of my room, on my
knees and with my head curling around the edge of the halls. I watched them as
she rested her head on his shoulder, and his hands slid under the covers. She
huffed sharply in indignation and slapped him across the face. “Not on the
first date you dog.” She clucked her tongue and kicked off the covers, quickly
walking to the front of the house to get her coat.  The slap on his face left a
bright red mark, as intense as her anger was. I wanted to walk over and kiss
away the red, to soothe the sting. 
“The hell are you staring at?” He stomped over, and I shook my head.
“Yeah, you are sorry.” He kicked my side. I quickly stood up and ran to my
room, and in my rush to escape from his anger, I slammed the door on his
fingers.  I’d done it now. I locked the door and heard him swearing loudly from
the other side. “Fuckwitcunt, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” He banged on it roughly.
I quivered in fear and wrote “I’m sorry,” on a note and slid it under the door.
I heard him sneer and rip my apology into pieces.
Maybe he’d calm down after an hour passed. I stared at the clock, melting away
into the movements of the second hand as it skirted the clock around,
continuing without pause, just like Cronus’ rants.  I eventually covered my
ears with a pillow and sobbed into the bedspread. I fell asleep, not hearing
the clicking around the lock outside of my door.
I woke up in the air, as Cronus hurled me against a wall, knocking down a
childhood photo of us, which smashed on the ground. He picked up the broken
frame and began bludgeoning me with it, streaking the remnants of glass shards
across my skin leaving trails of red.  I howled in pain and despite my
protests, Cronus continued on. I grabbed his arm after he raised it high, about
to kill me. He pulled it behind my back and pulled sharply, and I felt the
tension build up in my arm as it struggled to remain attached to me as brother
tugged. He put his foot on my back to gain upper leverage, and with a heavy
breath, he yanked upward and I felt my shoulder slip out from its socket. He
let go and my arm slumped to the ground. It burned sharply as I passed out. I
woke up in the back of Cronus’ car.
“We’re headed to the hospital to fix your arm… can’t believe you hurt it
falling like that.” I don’t know why but something inside of me snapped. I was
done. I was finished. Being mute didn’t change a damned thing when Cronus just
continued to steamroll through my emotions. “Fuck you. You did this.”  I say,
breaking my useless vow of silence and looking at him in the eyes.  With my
good arm, I grab onto the driver’s wheel and steer us into a telephone pole on
Cronus’ side. “You little shit!” He punched me in the cheek and the rest of his
obscenities were lost in the loud honk of a car as it plowed into us.
The medical team found us in the wreckage, Cronus’ hands wrapped tightly around
my neck. I was carried away on a stretcher and I fell asleep on the way to the
hospital. “Would you like to see your brother?”
“Yes thank you.” It feels good to speak, I decide, as they wheeled me down to
see Cronus.  He was laying down on the bed, with his eyes closed.  He’s on life
support, and is expected to recover from his coma.
The plug to the life support machine is behind me. I stared at it, conflicted
between memories of when he held me close and told me he loved me, and memories
of a lifetime of silence and fear. Memories of beatdowns and threats guided my
hand as I grabbed tight around the plug and pulled it out of the socket.
The machine beeps loudly in warning and I watch his ECG go flat and restless,
and his breathing in his chest flattens out too. He’s gone. The doctors are
crowded around me, screaming at me, and my eyes never break off of Cronus.  I
feel a bit like smiling, crying, weeping, and cackling at the same time. So I
do them all.
Your name is Eridan Ampora.
You are the last Ampora.
I smiled happily as I finished recounting my tale to my therapist. The real
irony is, I’ve never felt freer, despite being locked in an asylum.
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                               
                                                                           
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