Love is healing

10

Simon was caught in a fight or flight moment. He wanted to fight, to knock this man out who bad broken into his house.

But his body didn't move, especially not when he stood with his back to a bed and had no way to flee.

The man looked down to his pleased smile went over his face. "So Simon, I have just gotten great news."

He turned the phone screen to him, a picture of Soap on it, a blindfold over his eyes and his hands and legs were cuffed.

Simons eyes widen, he looked from the screen up to the man. It made klick in his mind.

"Makarov." How was this possible? This man was the one from the bar, who had kissed him and tried to sleep with him.

A higher tension went through his body when he remembered. "Dont you dare." Simon hissed.

Makarov rolled his eyes, before he put his phone away and crossed his arms.

"And who's going stop me? You?" A cruel mocking laugh left his lips. "Surely not! Look at you, you're shaking. You know what's going to happen and you're not even trying to escape or fight."

Simon flinched when Makarov suddenly kick against his chest, making him stumbled backwards and fall onto the bed.

He landed on his back, his right wrist was grabbed and he felt a hit land on his jaw.

"No fight, you're weak." Makarov taunted, taking a swing and landing his fist against the blonds face again.

Simon shuddered, finnaly snapping out of his trance, he stopped the next punch from landing, but the one after hit him again.

"Struggle all you want weakling. I have to say one word and your lovely Soap is dead. Still want to fight against me?"

Makarov scoffed when the soldier under him instantly stopped moving, shaking his head, he let his fist meet his chest a few times.

Simons air got knocked out of his lungs, he pressed his eyes close and gasped. Groaning in pain, his senses grew high alert as he heared the sound of a zipper.

He knew it...

At this point it didnt even surprise him anymore, if Graves and Makarov were working together and Makarov even tried to get into his pants before... this didn't surprise him.

"Hold still and this will be over fast." The terrorist said coldly, grabbed him and rolled him onto his stomach.

He hoped that the blond man wouldn't hold still, show any form of reaction.

He carelessly tugged his pants and boxershorts down and chuckled at the word scars he saw peaking from under the shirt.

With an amused smile he pushed the shirt up and laughed. "Graves is really obsessed with you, oh my God. That hilarious."

Simon clenched his jaw, he knew Makarov was talking about his in the form of the words that had been carved into his back.

Both his wrists got pressed down next to his head, he felt the man lean over him and... and-

His mind dissociated.

Makarov scoffed, feeling Simon grow limb under him. Which didn't stop him from forcing his dick into him.

.

Soap sat with his legs crossed on the small bench, a blindfold still over his eyes.

He couldn't see, that's why he sat still and didn't move. He wouldn't make any sound like that and could at least listen.