Social Norms (Synacky)

Chapter Forty-Seven

Author’s Note: Guys, this chapter contains moderate use of rape. I apologize. The story was carrying itself and took an unexpected turn, but I think this was necessary. If you are uncomfortable reading this sort of material, you can skip to the next chapter. You can pick up what happened without having to read any details.

I’m so sorry, guys, I never meant to do this to Zee…

-foREVerADeathbat

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He had just sniffed the last line when the doorbell rang. Happy and elated, he stumbled to the front door, looking through the window to see Zacky, face wrung into distress.

“Hey, Zeebaby!” Brian slurred, opening the door wide for Zacky to come in. “It’s jus' me here! The family’s…” Where were they, again? “They’re gone!”

“Brian.” Zacky said, arms flinging around Brian for a hug. “I have something important to tell you.”

Brian wanted something important from Zacky. Was it possible to get twice as high if they fucked while he was already in the clouds?

“Mm, that’s nice to know, baby.” Brian grabbed Zacky and backed them up against the wall. “I’ve got something important to tell you too.”

“Brian, we can’t screw around right now, it’s important!” Zacky frowned, but he still kissed Brian back when Brian smashed their lips together. He pinned Zacky’s hands above his head against the wall with one hand, his other hand pressed firmly against Zacky’s cheek as he ground up against his boyfriend.

“Oh, I think we can afford to screw around…” Brian smirked, winking at Zacky, sucking harshly at the flesh under his ear.

“Wait, Brian, stop.” Zacky panted, but he moaned when Brian nibbled on his jaw, “Brian please, listen to me!”

“Go ahead babe, I’m listening.” Brian slowly backed Zacky up to his room, lips working on his face and neck as Zacky tried to form words.

“Brian, I’m serious, stop!” he warned, “I can’t fucking focus!”

“Isn’t that the point?” Brian whispered huskily, shoving Zacky down rather roughly on his bed before closing the door.

“Brian, I’m moving.” Zacky’s voice cracked.

“Oh, me too, baby.” Brian tugged his shirt off before climbing onto the bed to straddle Zacky. “You can fucking bet on that.”

“No, Brian, what the hell are you doing?” Zacky looked up at Brian with wide eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Poor Zacky. He was trying to deny that he wanted sex, when they both knew that wasn’t true. “Nothing’s wrong with me.” He murmured huskily as he pulled Zacky’s shirt up over his head.

“Brian?” the word was a hoarse whisper, tears filling Zacky’s eyes, “Brian, please don’t do this.”

But he wasn’t fighting. So he did want it. Brian chuckled as he unzipped Zacky’s jeans. “Oh, stop kidding around, Zacky. We both know you want me.” He grinned. “And I want you.”

“No, that’s not what I mean and you know it! I’m moving back to Washington! Now let go of me, Brian, I don’t want to do this!” There was panic in his eyes. Boy, he must be desperate.

“Reverse psychology, huh?” Brian murmured, running his tongue along Zacky’s neck. “We both know you do, Zee…” he pulled Zacky’s pants down harshly, tucking his fingers in the elastic of Zacky’s boxers.

“No, I don’t!” tears slid down Zacky’s cheeks. He gripped Brian’s shoulders, shoving roughly as he whispered, “Brian, please, please don’t. You’re high, I-I can tell. This isn’t you, Brian, this isn’t you, please don’t do this. Y-You know better.”

Brian smiled down at Zacky. “Why are you being so shy?” he asked, wiping the tears of joy from Zacky’s cheeks, “You’re shaking… are you that excited?”

And Zacky burst into sobs.

Brian pulled his shirt off hastily, followed by his pants. “Hey, shh, don’t worry, I know you’re sexually frustrated, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Zacky, don’t worry!” he pulled down Zacky’s boxers and threw them somewhere in his room.

“I thought you loved me!” Zacky wailed, “I thought you cared about me!”

“Baby, baby, I do…” Brian kicked off his boxers, kissing Zacky’s collarbone as he held him in place. “I do love you…”

“Then let me go, please, please, please Brian.” Zacky whimpered, “Oh please, god, let me go home! I want to go home!” His fingernails dug into Brian’s flesh

Brian frowned as he stuck a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit. “Baby…” he muttered, “You know I’ve got wants, too. You can’t just use me whenever you want, and not let me use you a little too.”

“N-No, Brian, please, please! S-Sing to me, sing Eleanor Rigby! Play me To End the Rapture on-on your guitar! W-We can go to the park or-or watch a movie! We can g-go to the beach and get i-ice cream! Oh fuck, please Brian…”

“Why would I want to do any of those when I could be doing you?” Brian murmured against Zacky’s skin as he slid his first finger in Zacky’s entrance. Zacky winced, tears falling faster, and his fingers curled into tight fists against Brian’s chest.

“B-Because I love you, Brian, I love you! I love you! Please, just hold me. Please j-just stop and hold me Brian, I-I’m scared.”

Brian froze. “You’re scared?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh god, Brian, I’m terrified!” Zacky wailed hands pressing hard against Brian’s chest, trying to push him away. “I’m so scared, Brian, I’m so fucking scared.”

Hadn’t this happened before?

Slowly, Brian pulled out his finger, frowning at Zacky. “Really?”

“Yes, Brian, yes I am.” Zacky whispered, eyes wide and frightened, and Brian looked down. Zacky was tense, rigid. Those were tears of pain and horror, not joy. He scared shitless.

“Oh, god.” Brian breathed.

Holy flying fuck.

He had tried to rape Zacky.

“Oh, fuck.” He whispered, horror and disgust at himself filling him as he climbed off of Zacky. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” He gripped his hands in his hair, looking at Zacky with wide eyes. “Zacky, I… fucking hell, Zacky I’m so sorry, I just…” he just what? There was no excuse for what he had done. He sat on the side of his bed and bit into his hand as he tried not to scream.

Zacky scrambled off the bed, collecting his clothes from various areas around the room. He put them on hastily and quietly, and fled the house as Brian began to cry.