Destined (Jaeyong) [Complete]

4

Harsh hacking coughs made Taeyong stop and struggle for breath.

The bar had been very busy and smokier than usual. Or, it had felt so to the ill young man.

Taeyong's initial feeling of being somewhat better that morning had deteriorated badly as the day had worn on.

He'd been sent home a couple of hours early with promises that the tips would still be shared evenly.

As Taeyong started to move again, a large arm wrapped around his waist and a dirty hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

Taeyong was dragged back into the dark alley he had just passed.

He screamed behind the calloused paw, but realised with mounting hysteria that with his throat as bad as it had been, his voice was barely above a whisper.

A hand delved into his pockets and a snort of disgust was heard at the lack of money.

Taeyong didn't get paid till tomorrow and he had used the money from that man for groceries before setting out to the bar.

Taeyong found himself spun round and pushed hard against unforgiving brick to stare with fear at the huge derelict before him.

"No money, boy?" a thick gravelly voice asked.

The stench from the man's mouth almost made Taeyong retch, but he shook his head and whispered:

"No."

"Just have a little fun with me then."

The man grinned, the big body pressed closer allowing Taeyong to feel hard evidence of the form that 'fun' would take.

"No, please," Taeyong begged, but cruel laughter was the only response.

He tried to fend off his would-be rapist, but his blows were weak and ineffectual.

He was slapped hard, leaving his head ringing from the blow and he felt his jacket and shirt ripped apart.

He was pushed to the floor and the huge male straddled his body, calloused thumbs rubbing over his nipples before moving lower.

"No... Please no..."

Taeyong sobbed his denial, trying to push back the hands that tore open his pants to grasp with cold roughness at his fragile flesh.

He screamed for help, but his voice was almost non-existent and he knew nothing could stop this man taking what he wanted.

A howl and a feral snarl echoed in the alley as Taeyong imagined he saw twin pairs of angry red eyes in the darkness.

He sobbed uncontrollably as his body was violated.

His attacker yanking at Taeyong's torn pants, trying to reach the treasure hidden inside but suddenly the unwanted weight vanished and he was pulled into a warm, protective embrace.

Taeyong heard the sounds of a large vicious dog and screams of terror before a soft voice began to croon in his ear, banishing all other sounds.

He felt himself lifted and cradled tightly to a powerful chest and he wrapped his arms tight around the source of comfort.

He felt movement and buried his face into his saviour's body allowing himself to drift into unconsciousness.