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Together

This one is about how it doesn't happen to just females, it happens to both.

Guys, you are remembered, and your stories are just as important as any other case. Don't feel people won't believe you because you're a male. Rape is rape. No one should put you down because of your gender.

Warnings - Mentions of Rape, Sharon

You crawled on top of him, kissing him gently as he tugged on your hair, making soft moans escape your lips as you went down his neck. Only stopping when you felt him tense. "Steve?" You questioned as you sat up, fully alert of his movement. You were always paying attention to him, wanting to be sure this was okay, and he was with you.

"Hm?" He hummed in response, looking at you. But it wasn't lust in his eyes, it was something else, something you didn't know.

"Are you okay with this?" You asked for the second time tonight, traveling your hand where you just were to see if he was hurt. "Steve, you gotta be honest with me, I don't want you to do something you don't want to do." Your lips formed in a slight pout when you pressed on the spot again and nothing happened.

"I was honest with you, love."

There. He only calls you love out of anxiety, and you knew it. His accent came out, and the word slipped up. In an instant you were off of him, and standing at the side of the bed.

"Steve, what's going on?" You asked him, pulling on his arm as a hint to sit up. "You tensed with I kissed your neck, then called me 'love', something is up." Explaining to him made his confusion ware away, and realization hit.

The second the tear strolled down his cheek, you were kneeling in front of him, wiping it away. "Hey, honey, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?" You knew not to pressure him, but he was killing himself on the inside, and you could tell.

"I know, but you won't believe me," he choked out, trying to pull your hands away from him, but you didn't let him.

"What do you mean I won't believe you? Steve, I will always believe what you tell me, but you have to do it first before assuming," you assured, pecking his lips lightly. When you pulled away, his arm scooped you up so you were sitting in his lap, legs straddling him. "If you're gonna tell me, stop at anytime, I'll understand." Once again your thumb was soothing him with the way they were rubbing his cheeks, making him feel more safer.

He nodded and looked away from you to avoid eye contact. You knew it, and didn't rush him, knowing that something was up. Instead, you were patient with him, waiting for when he wanted to start. And finally, he did; "At the party last week, Thor brought his Asgardian liquor, and a few of us had it. We sat around and laughed a little, played games. I remember you telling me you were going to bed, and insisted I stay."

"Yeah," you nodded, "you were enjoying yourself for once, and I trusted you would find your way back."

"Well," he continued, "I don't know how long it was, but when I was walking up, someone said they'd help me to the room, so I followed them. They led me to a room I didn't recognize, and tried to turn around, but they assured me it was the right one. I believed them, and laid down on the bed, feeling their hand on my side." He took a pause right there, and you felt him tense in his shoulders, rubbing them gently to help call him. You knew exactly where this was leading to, and by the tears in his eyes, you were right.