REDDIE ONESHOTS // CHARACTER

Chapter Eighty-Six

Requested by Annie_Maria123. So sorry for the wait!

Warning: Rape. All characters are over the age of 18. 

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"Babe!" Mike called his boyfriend, Bill to the kitchen. He needed help with baking some pancakes for breakfast, and the boy was too busy sleeping to help him. "UGH!" He yelled back, Mike smirking. "Get your lazy ass out of bed!" With a groan, Bill dragged his aching body out of bed. Last night had been crazy but also amazing. Richie, their little, was frowning at his plate, having already eaten his chocolate chip pancakes. 

Mike saw the frown on the boy's face, frowning as well. "What's wrong, baby? Want some more?" Richie pouted, nodded, his curls bouncing up and down. "Chocolate chip again!" He nodded again, smiling when two more chocolate chip pancakes were placed onto his plate. "Someone's hungry." Richie frowned again, pushing his plate away. "Wichie no eat." 

Mike sighed, "why, beautiful? Do you want daddy to feed you?" "Wich too fat, dada. Me no eat. Me lose weight to be beautiful for you and daddy." Mike's heart broke, "No, baby, no. Don't neglect yourself, you're already underweight. That son of a bitch Henry is going to pay for everything he did to you, I promise, baby." Richie looked down, hiding his stomach.

He had been Henry's little for so long, three years maybe. At first, the former bully had been so kind to him, loving, amazing, but then a switch inside of him flipped. He began to slap Richie a little harder during their playtime, punish him harder until it was common for him to beat Richie on a regular basis. Richie had reached out for help when Henry was knocked out, too drunk to even remember his own identity. He had run all the way here, where the pair accepted the boy instantly. 

"He's never going to hurt you, prince. I promise. Daddy and I are going to keep you safe." "Me wove oo and dada vewy much." "We love you too, cutie. Now eat those up, you aren't leaving the table until you finish at least one." Richie grinned, "yes, sir." 

Bill then came running down the stairs with clothes in his hand. As he tossed them at Mike, he said, "Mike, we have a meeting in twenty minutes, we need to go!" Mike gasped, quickly stripping and putting his suit on. "Richie, baby, call us if you need anything. Send me a picture of your plate when you're finished eating. Please don't try and cheat, we'll know if you threw the pancake out instead of eating it. Be good, baby. Don't open the door for anyone. We love you!"

The two then ran out of the house, starting their car and leaving. Richie giggled at how silly his daddies were. He ate one more pancake, taking a picture and sending it to Mike, to which he replied with a kissy face and a, "good boy." 

Richie waddled to the living room, sitting down and turning the television off.

An hour later, he felt the door bell ring. He gasped, thinking that it was Bill and Mike. "Who's it?" He asked with his paci between his lips. "Daddy." Richie opened the door instantly, screaming and falling onto the floor in shock when he saw Henry. "NO! GO AWAY!" Henry chuckled darkly, stepping inside and shutting the door. He locked it as well.

"Baby, did you miss daddy when he was gone?" He laughed like a mad man. "No," Richie said bluntly. "Oh. Well, that's too bad. Daddy's here to claim his boy." He attacked Richie, pinning him onto the cold floor. "NO!" He ignored Richie's yells, the boy underneath his crying and screaming. Henry raised his hand and smacked him across the face. "Stop whining like a slut, I know you want it."

He ruthlessly began undressing the boy.

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It's funny how a single phone call can change your entire life. Perhaps it's good news and you'll end up crying tears of joy. Or maybe it'll have you sobbing on the floor, the pain too overwhelming.

Bill and Mike were in the middle of their meeting when they received the phone call. Beverly's crying, shaking voice, telling them that their precious baby had been raped and beaten up, that they needed to come over as soon as possible. 

The two ran out of the building, speeding, with Bill sobbing next to Mike, praying to god that Ricihe was okay. Mike wanted to break the whole god damn vehicle, so furious that his baby was hurt. When they finally arrived, they slammed their fists onto the door, begging to be let in. 

Once they were, their eyes fell on a crying Richie, the boy blabbering nonsense, broken. He looked like he was traumatized, his eyes as big as paupers. "We already called the police," Ben whispered, holding the crying boy. "S-STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Richie yelled, pushing Ben away. "W-WAN MY DADDY AND MY DADA. I NO WANT HENRY!" The two boys, finally unfrozen, ran to Richie, softly pulling him to an embrace.

While Bill helped Richie with his breathing, Mike kissed the boy softly, murmering helpful, soothing words into his ear. They could only hope Richie was okay.

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Four weeks later...

With Henry behind bars and Richie taking therapy sessions, the two boys were acting super careful around their boy. Never punishing him, never touching him without consent, never spanking or yelling at him. They were going to help him through the traumatic event.

"Look how beautiful our boy is, Bill," Mike said, kissing the boy's curls. "He's such a pretty baby," Bill agreed, softly holding his hand. Little, soft gestures helped Richie heal. The losers club would visit at times to help him cope. Richie refused to even let them see him naked up until a late night talk that had happened a few days ago. "He's so brave and smart." "And lovely and kind." Richie blushed, giggling slightly. "There it is. Our favorite smile." 

Richie was going to be okay with the help of the two boys he loved more than anything.