DemoGrassi

twenty

TRIGGER WARNING: rape

Scott makes a small noise and pulls Mitch impossibly closer, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to forget. Mitch reaches up to rest his hand on Scott's cheek. "Are you okay?" he whispers, and Scott shakes his head. "M-make it s-stop, M-Master. P-please," he whimpers, pulling his own hair.

Mitch quickly grabs his hands and pulls them away, holding his fingers. "Make what stop?" he asks softly, and Scott whimpers again. "The v-voices, M-Master." Mitch's blood runs cold, but he gently pushes Scott's head on his lap and starts to run his fingers through his hair. "What are they saying?"

"Th-they're s-saying that-t y-you d-don't l-lo-love m-m-me a-a-and —"

"Your voices are liars."

Scott simply whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut again and pressing his forehead to Mitch's leg. "Your voices are liars," Mitch repeats softly, "I love you more than anything, Scott. I love you more than I love myself." Scott whimpers again, reaching up to grab one of Mitch's hands. Mitch lets him, running his free hand up and down Scott's side. Suddenly, Scott flinches and tears start to pour down his cheeks. "M-Master, please," he sobs, and Mitch quickly sits him up, taking his face in his gentle hands.

"Hey. Hey. Look at me," Mitch murmurs, and Scott slowly looks up at Mitch with a sob. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. You mean the world to me, Scott. I love you more than I love life itself. Please, please don't cry. I don't like it when you cry," he whispers, his voice breaking, and Scott sobs again. He reaches forward and brings Mitch into his arms again, holding the smaller man like his life depends on it. "P-please d-don't be m-mad . . ." he whispers, and Mitch shakes his head, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Of course not, sweetheart."

"He r-raped m-me."

Those three words hit Mitch like a knife in his heart, and the wind is knocked out of him. "He what?"

"H-h-he r-ra-raped m-m-me."

Immediately, Mitch feels his blood start to boil, his muscles starting to tense as he wills himself not to drive back to the other house and give them a piece of his mind. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Why would I be mad?" he asks gently, and Scott shudders. "Wh-why would y-you w-want to be w-with s-someone who's b-been u-used?"

Mitch shakes his head, once again reaching up to cup his face. "No, no, no, baby, of course I still want to be with you. It wasn't your fault. Nothing they did to you at that house was your fault. It's okay," Mitch murmurs, scooting impossibly closer to him. Scott whimpers and tightens his grip on Mitch, holding him much like you would a teddy bear. Mitch leans up to gently kiss him.

"It's alright. I'm here. They can't hurt you now," he murmurs, and Scott lets out a small sob, pulling Mitch on top of him. Mitch lets him without a word of protest, leaning up to kiss him again. "It's okay. I love you," he whispers against Scott's lips, pulling away to tuck his head in Scott's neck. "I l-love you, t-too," Scott says weakly, wrapping his arms around Mitch's waist. Mitch reaches up to gently brush Scott's tears away, kissing his cheek.

"It should've been me," Mitch whispers, tucking his face in Scott's neck. Immediately, Scott shakes his head. "No," he murmurs. Mitch looks up at him, his eyes shining with tears. "It should've been me," he repeats, "I deserve it. I let you get taken away." Scott shakes his head, whimpering quietly. "No," he says again. Mitch blinks away his tears and tucks his face in Scott's neck again, saying nothing.

Scott holds Mitch tighter and closes his eyes, feeling Mitch lean up to kiss his cheek. "Go to sleep, sweetheart," he whispers.

And he does.

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"I'll have you in the bedroom," the man snarls, and Scott jumps. "Y-y-yes, M-Master," he stammers, wincing as the man grabs hold of his arm and yanks him up the stairs.

He throws Scott inside, stepping into the room and slamming the door. Scott trembles in fear, not daring to move lest he be punished. Scott's new master stands over him, a smirk on his lips. "Get up," he growls, and Scott scrambles to obey, his quaking limbs betraying his fear. The man's smirk widens and he shoves Scott against the wall, stalking towards him. Scott pushes himself as far away as he can, tears starting to brim in his eyes.

The man places his hands on either side of Scott, bending down to slam his lips onto Scott's. Scott makes a small noise in the back of his throat and his tears start to spill, but he doesn't dare pull away. The man brings his hands to Scott's slave shirt and unbuttons it, practiced fingers sliding each button out of its hole. Scott starts to sob as the man pushes his shirt off his shoulders, causing the man to pull away and slap him. "Shut up," he snarls, and Scott immediately stops sobbing, yet tears still stream down his cheeks.

The man grabs Scott's wrists and throws him onto the large bed in the middle of the room, grabbing a rope before joining him. "You will not make a sound, you hear?" he growls as he roughly ties Scott's wrists together. "Y-yes, M-Ma-Master," Scott whispers, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip. He tries to pretend he's with Mitch instead. He pictures Mitch's kind smile, his soft voice, but his reminiscing only results in him crying harder.

Scott flinches as the man slaps him again. "Silence," he snarls, and Scott whimpers quietly before forcing himself to shut up.

As pain laces through his body, Scott can't help but sob loudly, and the man's eyes darken.

"Let's go get the whip. See how you like that."

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Scott jolts awake, heart thumping loudly in his chest and tears pouring out of his eyes.

Mitch is miraculously still asleep beside him, curled into a small ball. Scott lets out a small sob and wraps his arms around himself, trying to forget the feeling of that man's hands on him. Mitch stirs in his sleep, and Scott watches with bated breath as the dyed-blonde slowly opens his eyes.

As the dark orbs land in Scott, concern immediately fills the chocolate depths, and he sits up. "Scott? What's wrong?" he says softly, and all Scott can do is sob. "N-n-nightm-mare," he stutters, wrapping his arms tighter around his torso. Mitch feels his heart break a little, and he scoots closer. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks quietly, and Scott shakes his head, opening his arms. "C-come h-here, p-p-please," he whispers, and Mitch immediately crawls into his arms. Scott closes his arms around him and tucks his face in Mitch's neck, trying to distract himself with him. Mitch lets him, running his fingers through his hair and whispering calming words.

Slowly, Scott relaxes, and pulls away. "Sorry," he whispers, but Mitch shakes his head. "It's okay." He leans forward and captures Scott's lips in his own.

"We're going to be together freely if it's the last thing I do."