Love is healing

11

Soap instantly stood up, shoving himself infront of Simon in order to shield him from that bastard. A hand held backwards to be a bit of calm, a bit of comfort for him.

"Graves, you fucking prick. Stay the fuck back." The Sergeant hissed, his eyes filled with hate and anger, but also a bit of fear.

"Aww, Soap. You arent very nice to me, its not very smart of you. To bite the hand thats gonna feed you." Graves grinned, leaning a bit sideways to look at the blond.

"Hey, baby. Makarov had his fun, as I see. But dont worry, he wont touch you anymore. But I will." Simons breath was faster, scared of the man that stood at the door.

"No you wont." Johnny hissed back, his eyes narrowed, body tense. "I wont let you-" He was cut off by Graves pulling out a gun.

"I wont? I surley will. Its just about if the two of you will stay obedient or not. Be nice and you will survive. Be a bitch and I kill you like one." Slowly, the leader of the Shadows came closer.

"I wont-" "Its okay..." Simon whispered and grabbed his partners hand, he didnt want that, by he definitely didnt want Johnny to die.

"Simon, no." Soap instantly said and shook his head. He swallowed before he turned fully back to Graves. "Take me, not him. Please."

Laughing, Graves shook his head. "No, youre not my type MacTavish, I like my toys blond and afraid." Raising the gun to Soaps head he nodded to the side. "Its your decision Simon, your ass or Johnnys head."

The Sergeant squeezed his partners hand, shaking his head again. "You dont have to do this... I will gladly die to keep you safe."

Simon gulped, tears rolling town his cheeks, but he stood up. "No, you have to stay alive. Just... just hold my hand?" It was a dire situation.

Graves grinned and nodded, taking the chains that were handing on the wall and nodding over to Soap. "You can hold him, I let you hold him. But only chained up."

Johnny growled, but he nodded. Graves put the chain around his neck, making Soap unable to move much without chooking himself.

He then pressed Simon against the Sergeants chest, before he kneeled down between the legs and opened his belt.

Simon was tense, breathing heavily and crying silently, while he watched with teary eyes how Graves opened his zipper and pulled his pants down, before he grabbed onto Simons pants.

Johnny wrapped his arms around his partner, burying his face in the blond curls and whispering quietly. "Im so sorry. Si, I-I... Its okay... Im here."

His own eyes burned with tears, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He was having a breakdown, his lover was getting raped... in his arms.

Graves felt himself become rock hard from both mans reactions. The fear and pain in Simons eyes, the hate and guilt in Soaps, how both were clinging to eachother.

"Ah fuck, you are making me go feral." He groaned, pulling down the boxershorts with urgency and grabbing harshly onto Simons hips. Without any hesitation, just a small smirk from seeing the remains of Makarov, he forced himself inside.

Johnny shuddered from Simons pained cry, he wrapped his arms around him tighter, burying his face deeper into his hair and keeping his eyes shut close.

He could feel it, how his lovers body got pulled and pushed, pressed up against him with every thrust. Those sounds, the moans and groans... and the cries.

Soap felt his stomach turn. He wanted to throw up, to kill Graves, grab Simon and simply run. He should have never went back into combat so soon. "Im so sorry."