DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mother 3. This is pure fiction, and in no way represents the opinions of the creators in any way, shape, or form. :D

WARNING: I already warned you once, damnit. DON'T READ IF THE IDEA OF INCEST DISGUSTS YOU. Geez. And also, there's suggested molestation in here. So, if you press your browser's back button now, I wouldn't really blame you much.

CHAPUTAASTAATO

Stepping as quietly as possible so as not to alert his father of his presence, Lucas came down the stairs to get his hair brush. As was the standard now that Hinawa had died and Claus had gone missing, Flint was drinking his sorrow away. They both had their own ways of mourning, he supposed. Lucas cried and Flint drank. The problem with Flint's habit was that he flew into a drunken rage half of the time, taking out his anger on anything near enough. Including the furniture, Boney, and even Lucas.

However, hard as Lucas tried, Flint noticed him. In one drunken movement, he was over by his son.

"Lucas, listen to me."

"I love you."

"You're so beautiful."

"Your hair, your eyes, your face, your body..."

"All of it."

"All of you."

"I love you, Lucas."

"Why don't you belive me?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Lucas."

"That isn't beer on the table."

"I'm not drunk."

"This is me."

"And I say I love you."

"I love you, Lucas."

"Now do what I say."

"Did you hear me?"

"Are you deaf?"

"I love you, Lucas."

"Now do what I say."

"Take off your clothes."

"I love you, Lucas."

"Now take off your clothes."

'Lucas, I love you."

"Take your clothes off now."

"There's no need to be scared."

"I won't hurt you."

"Just do what I say."

"I wouldn't lie to you, Lucas."

"Now do what I say."

"Take your clothes off."

...

"Lucas, I'm getting impatient."

"Lucas, I love you."

"I'm your father."

"Now do what I say."

"Take off your clothes."

"All of them."

"Lucas, take your clothes off."

"Do it now."

...

Flint suddnly slapped Lucas across the face at quite a speed for one supposedly intoxicated, leaving the boy wide-eyed and doubly frightened by his father's drunken spheal. The man had accidentally scratched hima little as well, and blood tricked down the left side of his face.

"Did you hear me?"

"I said take them off."

"I love you, Lucas."

"You made me hurt you."

Lucas shakily removed his shirt, weary of any further harmful action. Flint gave him a minute nod of approval.

"Faster, Lucas."

"Not just your shirt."

...

"I said faster."

Flint grabbbed Lucas' shoulders. The boy flinched back.

"Are you deaf?"

"I said take them off."

"Now."

"Because I love you, Lucas."

"Don't try to resist."

Lucas made no further efforts to please his father, not liking at all where this was going.

"...Lucas, I warned you."

Flint shoved his son up against the wall harshly, knocking the breath out of him. Lucas emitted a sound somehwhere between a scream and grunt.

"Why aren't you listening?"

"Lucas, I love you."

"Take your clothes off."

Lucas kicked his shoes off, wearily meeting his father's eyes with his own terrified yet slightly challenging ones.

"Not just your shirt and shoes."

"Silly."

"Silly Lucas."

"Silly Lucas that I love."

Flint leaned into Lucas, so that his lips were very close to touching Lucas' ear. Lucas couldn't do anything but let out a small whimper.

"You're beautiful."

"Everything about you is beautiful."

"I love you more than you know, Lucas."

"Now take your clothes off."

Lucas plucked his socks off, unable to look up at his father with the tears in his eyes. Flint tsk'd and tighened his grip on the poor boy's shoulders.

"Lucas, are you listening?"

"I don't mean your socks."

"You know what I mean."

He motioned to Lucas' shorts, and Lucas started to shake with the effort of holding his tears back.

"Take them off, son."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Flint leaned in and kisseed Lucas alarmingly gently. A tear slipped down the blonde's cheek. If Flint noticed, he didn't show any sign that he cared.

"Did that feel good?"

"I can make you feel even better."

"All you have to do is take your clothes off."

...

"Lucas?"

Lucas stared at the ground, silently crying, unable to face the drunken man in front of him. Why was he doing this to him? He'd never done anything like it before. The boy made no movement to indicate that he'd do what his father said. Flint sighed.

"...You made me do this."

Flint literally punched Lucas to the ground, hitting his arm. It made a sickening crunch. Arm probably broken, face bruised and scratched, Lucas made no more effort to hide his tears, and he broke down sobbing.

"Why are you making me hurt you, Lucas?"

"Why?"

"I love you, Lucas."

"Don't you love me back?"

Flint kneeled down to the bawling lump on the floor.

"Lucas..."

He stroked Lucas' hair, causing him cry that much harder.

"If you won't do it, I will."

"I'll take your clothes off for you, Lucas."

He unzipped his shorts and had them off in one swift movement.

"I love you, Lucas."

He gripped Lucas' boxers, and Lucas shuddered in uncontrollable fear.

"And even if you refuse to..."

"...I'll make you love me back."

CHAPUTAAENDO

A/N: ...Wow. I can't belive I wrote this.

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