When the Moon Rises

Title: When the Moon Rises

Disclaimer: I do not own Klaus, Count Olaf or any of the character's... though Klaus is pretty cool

Summery: Some thing's we didn't see while the Bauldelaire's where staying at Count Olaf's. Warning: Slash, rape and some abuse! You've been warned R&R! One Shot!

Authoress' Note: This is my first aSoUE fanfic and since I have just finished reading the third book, I don't know hardly any of the character's, so while sitting at my computer in the middle of the night, I wrote this! For no good reason, just that I wanted to... so yes :)

Warning's: (Something I am pleased to say, I do not write often) Rape and abuse. Don't like don't read, simple as that!

This is my first lemon/rape scene... so sorry if it sucks... ^ ^'
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As the sun set over Count Olaf's horrid mansion and the moon rose, the three Bauldelaire's where forced into their tiny, dusty room to spend yet another unpleasant night. A night, which normally was devoid of any sleep and if they did sleep, it was an unpleasant, restless slumber that caused the children to wake up sore and bad tempered.

But tonight would prove to be the worst of them all. But the sibling's didn't know it yet.

As Violet played with Sunny, having some "girl time" on the small lumpy bed, Klaus sat by the small window and read a book he had smuggled out of Justice Strauss' library. Trying to make out the small word's in the pale moon light.

The book was a novel, about strange lands and a brave hero, who spent his time traveling through large and smelly cities and dark and frightening forest's. Fighting bad guys and meeting new friend's. The story was very good and took the boy away on the adventure with the hero.

Away from the small filthy room. Away from Count Olaf and his stupid, rude friend's and away from the fact that he would never see his mother and father again.

Turning the page Klaus looked up briefly to watch his sister's play a little clapping game. He smiled. Violet was trying to teach Sunny how to play. And Sunny, being the bright child that she was, caught on quickly.

They seemed to be having a good enough time. Which was what counted. Olaf had made sure they where miserable through the day. But thankfully during the night, he left them alone.

To drink and laugh with his odd friend's no doubt. But just as he was about to go back to his book, he and his sister's heard the heavy sound of footstep's coming down the hall to ward's their room.

Shoving the book under the pillow on the bed, Klaus, Violet and Sunny looked up at as Olaf himself, threw the door open and looked around the room. His shiny eyes, seeming more shiny then usual, darting about the room.

*He's drunk no doubt* Klaus thought, watching as the Counts eyes fell on his older sister.

Violet started to shake. Though Klaus could tell she was trying to hide it.

Count Olaf gave a lop sided smirk, giving the girl the once over with his eyes and then switched his attention to Sunny, who gripped onto Violet's front tightly and looked away from the dark eyes of their new guardian.

And lastly, Count Olaf turned to Klaus himself. Who was standing by the window.
Olaf's eyes ran over the boys form as slowly as he had done to Violet moment's before. Causing the middle Bauldelaire to tremble. Suddenly, Olaf strode foreword and grasped Klaus' arm, dragging him to the door.

"Come boy," He snarled, as Violet and Sunny made to follow. "I need something from you," And with that, he shoved Klaus out the door and shut it with a snap.

The two Bauldelaire sister's rushed to the door, but Olaf had already locked it, and they were trapped in the room, unable to help their brother.

Violet went back over to the bed, cradling Sunny in her arms.

"Smidge," Said Sunny quietly. Which meant "What's Olaf want with Klaus?"

Violet shook her head, holding her sister closer.

"I don't know Sunny, I hope he'll be alright,"

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"Get in there," Olaf slurred, his grip on Klaus' arm tightening as he steered the boy into what looked like the Counts bedroom.

As you can gather, Olaf's room was as messy as the rest of his house. If indeed messier. His large bed was un made and had beer bottle's and plate's of rotting food on it. The floor was covered in garbage, clothes and a few picture's of eyes. You could hardly see his desk, or his dresser. Both of which where covered in plate's, glasses and paper.

Before the middle Bauldelaire knew what was going on, Olaf had thrown him unceremoniously onto the bed. Luckily for Klaus he didn't land on anything rotten, broken or sharp.

Olaf discarded his jacket and stalked/stumbled over to the bed.

"You know, I have to do everything for you brat's, put a roof over you're head's, give you food to eat and a place to sleep! And what do you give me in return!" He paused, taking off his shirt. "Nothing! That's what!"

Klaus gave a cry as Olaf hit across the face.

"You and your stupid sister's give me nothing back! Well I'll change that, you're going to give me something boy, and I don't care if you want to or not," He said, his eyes flashing with something Klaus wasn't familiar with and did not like. "Now be a good boy and take off you're clothes," Said Olaf, as he kicked off his trouser's and gave the boy in front of him a hungry look.

Klaus didn't move. Too shocked to even register what Olaf was saying. Take off his clothes? What was that supposed to mean!.

The Count growled. He fucking horny and this stupid brat wasn't even doing what he said!.

"I said take off your-" He stopped mid sentence. A lustful, sly smirk spreading over his pale feature's. "On second thought's, here, let me do it for you,"

Klaus gave a cry of alarm as Olaf tore open his shirt, the button's flying off into all directions.

"What... what are you-?" The middle Bauldelaire was cut off as Olaf crushed his lip onto Klaus' own.

The older mans bony hand's running up and down the boys chest. After a moment, the Count buried his left hand into Klaus' dark hair, forcing his head back. The middle Bauldelaire gasped as the grip Olaf had on his hair tightened.

Count Olaf seized this opportunity to thrust his tongue deep into Klaus' mouth. Causing the boy to let out a muffled cry.

"Mmm," Olaf murmured, pulling away slightly after a moment, licking his lips "You taste good," He smirked, his free hand making little circle's around Klaus' stomach.

Klaus resisted the edge to vomit. Olaf's breath stank of wine, and his rough tongue felt like sand paper.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, trembling as Olaf continued to run his hand over his chest.

"Because I am damn horny and you dear boy are very pretty," That, it seemed, was a good enough reason to do what he was about to, for Olaf. As he had lowered both hands to Klaus' trouser's.

The only boy of the Bauldelaire children couldn't move, could do anything as this man undid his pants and pulled them down his legs, along with his underwear. Olaf, like so many other thing's he did, was quite rough. And had soon stripped Klaus bare of his clothes and undergarment's and pushed the boy back onto the bed. So Klaus was on his back.

Olaf slipped off his own underwear and crawled over to Klaus, leaning over him. The Count's shiny eyes, dark with lust as they roamed greedily over the middle Bauldelaire's lean, trembling form.

"Now be good and keep still," Olaf purred the last word, lowering himself down onto Klaus' body.

Giving a satisfied growl as his pale, clammy skin came into contact with Klaus' soft, warmer form.

He kissed the boy again, this time more fierce then before. His tongue claiming the unwilling mouth of the middle Bauldelaire. After a few minute's, Olaf pulled away. Only to travel his lips down Klaus' neck and to his collar bone. Licking and sucking at the small grove in the middle.

Klaus was staring at the ceiling. His eyes wide, just barley holding back his tear's. Why was Olaf doing this to him? It was sick! Not that the middle Bauldelaire thought two boys being together was sick. It was just that Count Olaf was so much older then himself. Not to mention he was ugly, horrible, mean, tasted foul and was far too rough. But then again. It was was better Olaf did it to him, then Violet. He was the boy, it was his job to protect his sister's!.

Olaf's tongue running down his stomach and dipping into his navel, brought Klaus out of his thought's and crashing back to reality. Klaus gave squeak, his body arching. Against his will mind you. Olaf smirked, his mouth still pressed against the Bauldelaire's stomach.

"Like that?" He asked slyly. Licking his way down further, coming down to just above his member.

Klaus shook his head.

"You... you're a monster!"

Olaf chuckled.

"I am, aren't I,"

The tear's that had been gathering in Klaus' eyes, finally slid down his cheeks. Covering his mouth with one hand as Olaf swallowed him whole. To hold in the cry of alarm that had shot out of his throat.

Olaf ignored the boys weak protests and continued to suck.

It was a good ten minute's before the Count had taken his mouth away, crawling back over the trembling boy below him.

He licked his lips again. Then without so much as a warning. Thrust his member inside Klaus' opening.

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Violet and Sunny both jumped as they heard a ear splitting scream, that sounded just like Klaus fill the air.

The two sister's looked at each other, their face's darkening with worry and hate. Hate for Olaf and what he was doing to their brother.

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Klaus screamed. He screamed like he had never screamed before. The pain that had shot through his body as the Count violently entered him was... was too much for the boy to bare. It was horrible. Like a thousand red hot knives slicing his skin. Both inside and out.

"Yes, scream! Scream for me!" Olaf grunted.

Pounding into the boy as hard as he could. The pleasure he was feeling was such a beautiful feeling he lent down and ravaged Klaus' mouth.

With no lubricant, Olaf's cock was ripping Klaus apart. Causing fiery agony to shoot threw him with each hard thrust.

The Count grasped the boys leg's and spread them further apart. So he could get better access.

"Oh, oh yes," He moaned, running his tongue down Klaus' cheek, to his neck.

It was there that Olaf in the middest of his... enjoyment... sunk his yellow teeth into the middle Bauldelaire's soft neck. Right where the neck and shoulder meet. Seemingly claiming the boy for his own.

Klaus screamed for the umpteenth time that night. His throat growing sore and his voice hoarse. He clutched at the sheet's around him, finger nail's digging into his palm's through the thin fabric.

The middle Bauldelaire could feel something wet and warm (Not that... not yet anyway) sliding down his behind. He knew it was blood. The faint smell of copper. As well as sweat and wine.

The pain was unbearable, and Klaus wished he would just fall unconscious. Why was Olaf doing this to him. Didn't he have girls or other men to have sex with. Who heaven forbid, wanted to have sex with him?.

But these depressing thought's where ripped away from him as Olaf sped up his thrusts. Going harder and faster, in and out of the small, tight opening he was violating.

"Stop! Please stop!" Klaus cried.

But he knew Olaf wasn't about to. Because the man completely ignored him. Only gripping his hips tightly as he gave a few last seemingly desperate thrusts.

Olaf cried out as he found release. How he loved this feeling. Like he said. It was. Beautiful.

Klaus gasped as he felt another the shaft inside him spasm. (AN: Olaf is thankfully waring a condom so... yes, good news for Klaus) And the Count crushing his lips to his once more.

A good few minute's later. Olaf was lying beside Klaus, who was staring blankly up at the ceiling. He seemed to be in a sort of daze. His body shaking. The Count smirked. Drawing little circle's around Klaus' chest with his pointer finger.

"Don't think you're going to go back to those sister's of your's just yet, I'm not done with you-," He paused, licking the middle Bauldelaire's cheek "Klaus,"

All Klaus could do was tremble. Not wanting Olaf to see him cry.

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Violet and Sunny had not gotten any sleep what so ever that night. They spent the time sitting on the bed, going threw the book Klaus had been reading. Praying that their brother was safe.

It was not till early morning that the middle Bauldelaire came stumbling into their room, looking sleepy and broken.

His eyes where dull, and his skin pale. There was a bruise on his left cheek and what looked to be a bite mark on his neck. Klaus, once inside their room, sank to his knee's just inside the doorway and buried his face in his hands. His shoulder's shaking.

His two sister's sprang from the bed and dashed over to him. Violet wrapping her arms around her little brother and Sunny, sitting herself on Klaus' lap, cuddled up to his front.

Violet kissed her brother's forehead, stroking his dark hair as Klaus sobbed into Sunny's golden lock's (AN: She was blond in the movie, so I'm going on that, they look much better in the movie)

"What happened?" The eldest Bauldelaire asked softly. Though she was afraid of the answer.

Klaus said nothing, only cried harder.

"Klaus?" Said Sunny, while patting her brother's chest.

The middle Bauldelaire looked up at his sibling's. His eyes full of pain and self loathing.

"He... he-?" He didn't finish, as violent sobs raked through his body once more. Causing him to curl up again. Hugging Sunny to him tightly.

Violet felt tear's sliding down her own cheeks as she pulled her brother to her. Holding him in her arms and letting him cry until he ran out of tear's.

"Don't worry Klaus," She said softly "We will be out of here soon, I'll make sure of it,"

Violet felt Klaus nod against her shoulder and tightened her grip. She wasn't stupid, far from it. Violet knew what Olaf had done to her brother. And he would pay for it. That she was sure.

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And that's the end! Not a very good end... but I wrote this in the middle of the night so... I know it's not brilliant :) Also this is my very first aSoUE fic so be kind please! I know it was pointless and had no plot, but you know, I felt like writing it :) Well review please and tell me what you think! Flame's are pain's in the arses so if you didn't like it... you shouldn't be right down here should you? So away with you!!