Joetrick and Petetrick Oneshots!

4: "no, stop" ()

Trigger warning: rape
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Patrick was walking home alone on a cold October night. 1. You don't walk alone in Chicago at night. 2. Don't walk alone at night.3 you don't walk home alone at night especially after you took it up the ass by your boyfriend. Patrick thought he'd be okay walking from his boyfriend's (pete). He heard loud foot steps from behind him. He pulled out his phone and called his boyfriend.
"Hello?" Pete said over the phone.
"Baby I think someone is following me." Patrick whispered into the phone as the door steps got closer. You can hear Pete sigh in the phone.

"Baby we have been over this before. No one is following you. You should've stayed here or had my drive you home. Your ass is probably killing."

"Yeah but Petey, this time someone is getting closer to me. Babe I'm sc-" Patrick's mouth was covered and a big pair of arms were wrapped around Patrick making him drop his phone.

"Hello? Patrick?" You could hear from the phone. All Pete could hear was Patrick's muffled screams. Patrick was being taken into a strange building. He was fighting back but it wasn't enough. He'd bite at the mans fingers but nothing. Patrick was freaking out. "Mop! Mease mop!" Patrick's muffled begs weren't enough to stop the man. He was shoved onto a hard couch and his hands were tied above his head to something.

'I'm gonna to be raped.' Was all Patrick could think of. The man was about to put taper over Patrick's mouth.
"Please don't do this! I-I have a boyfriend and... please don't do this." Patrick bawled. His tear stained cheeks and eyes red and puffy. "Let me go home. I won't tell anyone!"

"Shut up kid." The man said.

"No, stop!" Was the last thing Patrick said when tape was put over his mouth. Patrick screams were muffled by the duct tape. The man was pulling down Patrick's pants and boxers and his own. Patrick was looking around to see if anything could help him. There was a college degree on the wall.
'Joesph (Joe) Mark Trohman' it read.
— from this point on it's gonna be rape..-

The man pushed into patrick without a warning. It only hurt a little thanks to being already loose from Pete. "Already fucking ready. Fucking slut." The man- Joe said harshly and started thrusting into him. Patrick screamed behind the tape. "Kid shut up! No one is going to hear you!" Joe barked. He started aiming for Patrick's sweet spot once he found it he started abusing it. Patrick let out forced muffled moans from him being fucked. Tears ran down his cheeks as his head hits the arm of the couch. The horrible man was bigger and thicker than Pete but actually went a lot softer than him. Joe stared at Patrick's closed red eyes wanting them to open to see the beauty behind them. Patrick was in a terrible bliss. He wanted to go to pete, he wanted to take a hot shower. Patrick I ended up coming and Joe smacked him hard. Over simulation took over patrick so it hurt even more. Joe ended up cumming inside patrick and he pulled out after. He put his pants back on and left the room. Patrick laid on the couch until the man was out of site.  Once he was gone patrick tried to get out of his restraints. Crying was all that could be heard until the man walks back with a knife.

"Mo! Mtop! Mease!" Patrick begged. Joe walked closer to him and straddled him. He was getting ready to plunge the knife into patrick when he looked into the baby blue eyes that looked terrified. Joe dropped the knife and got off. He got close to Patrick's ear.

"You tell anyone. I'll find you and fucking kill you. Understood." Joe said. Patrick nodded viciously. Joe let him out of the restrains and patrick quickly got his pants and ran out the door forgetting his shoes, socks and boxers.
-time skip-

It was 2:12 am when pete heard frantic pounding at his door. "PETE! ITS ME LET ME IN! PETEY PLEASE!" Pete walked sleepily to the front door and unlocked it. Patrick ran into the house and locked the door and ran into Pete hugging his legs. He broke down into his boyfriend's knees. Pete noticed he didn't have shoes or socks on and his pants weren't zipped and he had no boxers on. He left with all of those. "Patrick?" He crouched down to his level. Patrick was crying into his hands. "Trick? Babe you're scaring me." Pete removed Patrick's hands from his face. There was bad carpet type burns on his wrist.

"P-p-ete." Patrick sobbed. Pete moved his boyfriend to the couch and left to his room to get blankets and more comfortable clothes for patrick. He changed.

"Patrick baby what's wrong?" Pete was worried.
"I- I was- he said if I told h-he'd kill me!"

"Who? Patrick please tell me."
Patrick looks deep into Pete's eyes.
"Pete I was just raped." The color from Pete face drained.

"Oh patrick.. I- I should have convinced you to stay.. I should have driven you home. Oh my god baby." Pete wants to hug him.

After a while patrick was asleep on the couch. Pete pulled out his phone and called 911

-time skip to a month later
It's been a month since the rape and Patrick's DNA search. They got the men from Patrick's descriptions, he told them there was a name on the wall that said Joesph Trohman. But it could have been a roommates or something the investigators said.

Patrick has to look at some of the suspects to find the guy. He held onto Pete's arm as they entered the room and saw the guys behind the glass. He took good looks at everyone. The last man was him.
"It's h-him.."

"What one dear." A black police officer women asks politely.
"The 5th one."

The had Joe do a DNA test and it was a 100% match.

It was Court day. The man was charged with 4 other rapes including two murders. Clearly he was guilty and was sentenced 186 years in prison. Patrick got his justice.

A year later he got married to Pete and they started a family. Pete became famous as a bass player and Patrick as a singer and music producer. They had a three sons and a new baby girl. They went on life as if the rape never happened.