Lonely Existence

Trouble in the Bathroom

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for reading and for the comments and votes. I love all of my readers! I'm so sorry for that cliffy. I know that was a bad one *dodges rotten fruit.* Thank you for your continued support. 

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Okay, now down to business. There is attempted rape in here along with a very brief lemon. Consider yourself warned. All things considered, I hope you like the chapter.

I wince in pain. My arms are twisted in an excruciating angle behind my back. My wrists are shifted to allow my attacker to keep me captive with one hand. His other hand drifts across the bare skin of my side and stomach where my shirt had risen up. The hand went lower to grab and massage my crotch. My heart aches and fear clutches my mind. I know exactly who it is.

"Fight it! You are better than this!" I try to snap my friend out of his lust-filled trance.

"Am I?" a particularly hard squeeze to my crotch forces me to growl in pain, "You know nothing of me."

"Joey told me about your past and how it has affected you. I cannot possibly understand what you have gone through," I grunt while the hand near my crotch easily unbuttons my pants and eases the zipper down. Fuck. This is not good. "Please," I beg. I feel his chest vibrate with his dark chuckle. I hear him unfastening his pants and feel him tug roughly at mine in an attempt to remove them. "I'm begging you to stop this. You are so much stronger than this," I try to remind him again. I glance over my shoulder, my eyes locking on lust-blinded lilac.

"Atemu, I'm going to fuck you so hard it will ruin sex with any other man," Malik purrs in my ear. I struggle to free myself from Malik's iron like grip. How could he do this?

The tip of his manhood pressed against my entrance, "No! Malik, please don't!"

"Malik!" a strong voice booms behind us. The smallest Egyptian is ripped away from me. Without the support of Malik's grip, my trembling legs are incapable of supporting me. I fall to the cold tiled ground; a mass of unsteady, shaking limbs. The voice snarls, "You want to fuck someone? Fuck me!"

With much difficulty, I shift to lay on my side. My body resists all commands to move. I lift my head to see Marik struggling with Malik. The tallest Egyptian slams Malik's head down onto the counter near the sink. He bend the sun-kissed blonde over and rips the leather pants away from his body. The tallest Egyptian kicks Malik's legs, forcing them to spread.

A bright blush covers my cheeks. I shouldn't be watching this but I can't look away. Without any preparation or lubrication, Marik plunges his rock hard member deep within Malik until he is fully sheathed to the hilt. Malik hisses, tears leaving wet trails down his cheeks. Our eyes lock together momentarily before he forces his eyes closed and looks away from me. Marik thrusts into his willing body mercilessly. I can tell from my position that Marik's grip would leave bruises on Malik's hips. A steady stream of blood pours from Malik's entrance as the tallest Egyptian takes him without reprieve.