Ianthony- Is this right?

Pain. It's all you feel, all you will allow yourself to feel. You do not like this... you cannot like it.

It's dirty, so dirty, and your body craves for more. The burning desire which comes with the feeling of being full. It's rape, and you cannot deny this. It pulls at your mind, screaming that this is wrong; Anthony is drunk, you're too weak to fend him off.

But perhaps the one thought in the back of your brain, that one little daggar of want, is why you are here. You could of, if you really wanted to, pushed him off you. But you didn't, and now your best friend, your partner, is thrusting into you like its going out of style.

And yes, it might be wrong to enjoy this... and perhaps you didn't want your virginity to be taken so... harshly, unlovingly. Sadly, it has, and it can't be taken back.

One of the worst things is that tomorrow you'll have to act as normal, like Anthony's eighteenth birthday party that you planned didn't end with you being fucked on a sofa. And the fact that Anthony would never know he took your virginity.

That the things like 'gorgeous' and 'baby' being carlessly whispered into your ear would never be spoken again. Tomorrow you would be Ian to anthony, and the only other names he will ever call you are 'dude' or 'man' or 'idiot'.

As Anthony pulls out of your abused hole and shuffles to his room, the tears start to fall. Now you are Ian hecox, The boy who was raped by their best friend. The boy who has a crush on their best friend. You continue to sob as you realise that Anthony's mom will be home soon, and that her living room smelt like alcohol and sex. You can't let her know whats happened. She'd be ashamed of Anthony, and question your lack of fighting. So, what can you do besides clean up?