Long Road to Nowhere
Title: Long Road to Nowhere
Main Pairing: Bill/Tom
Side Pairing: Bill/Tom/Bushido, Bill/OMC, Tom/OFC
Genre: AU
Warnings: Non-con/rape, OOC, Hurt/comfort, Horror, Adult Content, Prostitution
Chapter: 3/?
Finished: No
The sights that greet Bill on Route 138 have not changed much over the years. As Bill rests his head against the car window, the seventeen-year-old's dull eyes flicker at the few buildings they pass. The pavement is cracked, so the ride is rather bumpy, especially the further down the road they travel. An abandoned gun manufacturing factory disappears from Bill's line of vision on the left as a rundown general store comes up ahead to Bill's right. The night sky still hangs darkly overhead but Bill knows it will only be a matter of hours before the sun bleeds over the horizon, bringing with it a new day and an opportunity for Bill to catch up on his sleep.
The black SUV jolts as it drives over another pothole, probably faster than the speed limit will allow, but there are no police stationed in this area. The sudden lurch of the car sends Bill flying up in his seat slightly before roughly depositing him back down. The sensation is enough to send a sword of pain up Bill's spine but the boy's pained whimper goes unnoticed over the rap music that is cranked obscenely loud throughout the vehicle, subwoofers vibrating the inner cabin and Bill's cranium. The volume of the music is quiet enough for Bill to hear Tom's attempt at rapping along with the music but loud enough to not allow any conversation between the two. Tom prefers it this way.
Finally the Cadillac pulls into the familiar entrance of the scuzzy motel and the music is shut off. Tom then turns to Bill, a smirk on his handsome face, and Bill fumbles with the seatbelt a bit. Just as when Tom had brought Bill here the first time, fear is lodged into the dark haired boy. The vacancy sign is still missing a light and the remaining few are flickering on and off again every few seconds. A stray cat runs across the parking lot directly in front of Tom's car and Bill drops his head.
"You gonna behave tonight?" The pimp watches his whore with the intensity of a hawk.
"Are we going home after this?" Is Bill's small response and Tom's smirk falters for a minute. A silence falls over the car then as Bill refuses to meet his pimp's gaze and Tom lets out a frustrated sound when he runs his hands through his cornrows.
"What's up with you, huh?" Tom asks in a much softer, more pleasant, more caring, tone of voice that brings tears to Bill's eyes. This is a side of Tom that rarely comes out and it saddens Bill that he's being teased with such a preview now. This is the side of Tom that Bill wished the twenty-six year old would always show towards him, although Bill knows this is a foolish thing to wish for.
"I'm just..." Bill finally musters up the courage to speak after a few moments, "I'm just so tired, Tom."
The boy turns to look at the older man fully and Tom is surprised at what he finds. Bill's eyes are dulled without any trace of that shimmering mirth that normally is held in them, the boy's hair is a disheveled mess around his hallowed face, and the boy's skin has adopted an almost grey hue. The factors of malnutrition, sleep deprivation, and a total lack of will to continue onwards has left Bill looking awful. Small bony shoulders sag as Bill releases a tired sigh, back tensing as he waits for Tom's explosion of anger.
Whatever sympathy Tom had briefly felt is quickly swept away by Bill's incorrect answer. The man's face hardens but he does not let his hand fly. Tom had already been careless enough and hit Bill quite a few times that night and he didn't feel like further damaging the goods. A muscled arm reaches across the defeated boy to unlock the door before Bill receives a rough shove tot he shoulder.
"Get out." Tom snarls, hoping out of the car and slamming the door behind him. Bill sluggishly crawls from the vehicle and gently closes the door behind him when Tom is upon him. The dark haired boy cannot contain the small moan that leaves his mouth when Tom's muscled frame presses up against his body.
Tom really has by far the best body out of every man that Bill has ever slept with. Now given that Bill's clientele were normally middle-aged truck drivers with beer guts, it was understandable why Bill so highly admired Tom's physique. But it was widely known among Tom's workers, that he continually slept with Bill despite the boy's young age. The boy had come to him at fourteen-years-old and was in need of some supervision. Something that Tom was more than willing to provide by having Bill live with him... and by sharing the same bed.
"Tom, please." Bill whispers, eyes falling shut as Tom's scent is all around him. Tom has Bill pinned up against the side of the car, arms forming a cage around Bill's head, pelvis pushing into Bill's hips. They're so intimately close and the younger cannot stop the odd fluttering in his stomach that he always gets around Tom.
"Bushido's an important business partner, you got it? You don't even know half the shit he's done for you to make sure that you're properly protected. So you'd better be grateful tonight and suck his dick until he realizes how thankful you are." Tom grabs Bill by the collar of his shirt and the teen mewls.
"I will." Bill's eyes remain trained downwards and Tom smirks, hooking a finger under the teen's chin so that he may look the other in the eyes.
"We'll be in and out within an hour tops." Tom promises with a subtle to squeeze to Bill's rear with his other hand. "Then we'll go home."
"Hmm." Bill nods and Tom steps aside to allow the younger to lead the way.
Just as when Bill was fourteen, the man behind the front desk says nothing about Bill and Tom's age difference as he hands over a room key. Then the pair is making their way down the stained-carpeted hallway until they reach the room that Bill knows for a fact Bushido will be waiting for them in. When they enter, Tom and Bushido go through their ritual greeting of a handshake and man-mug as they always do. The curtains have been drawn over the windows in advance and the sheets to the bed have been pulled down to the foot. Bill can only awkwardly stand there as Tom and Bushido catch up.
"Hey there Billy." Bushido sends the teen a grin from across the room and Bill is immediately walking over to join them, tucking himself beneath Tom's arm and mark of possession.
"Hi Anis." Bill uses the man's real name as he always has ever since hearing Tom accidently use it once. For some reason Bill's greeting makes the dark skinned man laugh and resists the urge to roll his eyes. The tight grip Tom's has on Bill's hipbone serves as a reminder to watch his manners.
"How are you doing kid? Tom treating you nice and good? You must be like fifteen now or something." Bushido scans Bill's body appreciatively from head to toe.
"I'm seventeen." Bill replies dryly and the man whistles in wonder.
"Damn seventeen. Seventeen?" Bushido looks to Tom for confirmation. "I'm getting fucking old if your sweet little ass is seventeen already. Shit man. One more year and you'll be legal. What's Tom gonna do then?" Bill's shoulders tense at this question but the pimp is one step ahead of the teen as he squeezes Bill's side reassuringly.
"Bill's tight enough to keep the costumers coming in even if he's not underage anymore. I'm thinking about holding off for a few years before getting some more jailbait. Kids are brats and difficult to handle. Bill here was proof enough of that."
Bushido throws his head back in another laugh as Bill's face burns red in embarrassment. If it's one thing that Bill hated most, it was being chastised by Tom as if he were Bill's parent. but as the boy pouts, Tom is nodding towards the bed and Bushido is grinning in agreement. The time for talk is over. Tom owes Bushido after the man saved the pimp's ass from being arrested last month and he's going to use Bill to make it up to the man.
"Bill, baby, why don't you show Bushido how grateful you are for that nice thing he did last month?" Tom smiles, sitting down the bed. "Bushido, man, you're going to want to sit down."
The man can only raise an eyebrow in curiosity before he's joining Tom on the bed, curiosity further peeked when Bill's begins to strip himself. The teen sheds all of his clothing until he stands before the two men in the nude.
"Find a place and get comfortable." Tom instructs and Bill nods obediently. The teen then plops himself into a nearby chair and stretches out his back briefly.
"What the fuck is he doing all the way over there?" Bushido whispers, eyes narrowed in disappointment that the naked boy was so far away.
"Just wait, man. God we found out he could do this by mistake a few weeks ago. I was bending him in half when we fucking and this happened." Tom smirks as Bill cracks his neck and rolls his head around.
"What?" Bushido asks still confused.
But before Tom can explain any further, Bill has ducked his head down and taken himself in his own mouth. Bushido howls in praise and excitement as Bill begins to stimulate himself. The boy sits in the chair, hunched over so that he is bent in half, arms gripping the arms of the chair, with his mouth perfectly housing his own manhood. The sight is both disturbing and arousing but it obviously has the latter effect on Bushido as the man turns to Tom in shock.
"Holy shit." Bushido swears as Bill sucks dutifully away at himself.
"He's fucking something else isn't he?" Tom grins, lazily falling back on the bed and opening his pants. The pimp's cock springs half aroused out from his pants and Tom throws his head back in a moan as he begins to pump himself.
Across the room Bill struggles to crane his neck down far enough. The position isn't particularly comfortable but idea of the action arouses Bill like no other. The teen breathes shallowly through his nose as he gives his cock a good lick. The dual sensation of being able to taste himself and experiencing being licked makes Bill's head swim.
"Fuck yeah." Tom grunts from across the room and Bill goes down a little deeper. Because its his own body, Bill has master control over himself thus allowing him go deeper than he dare with others simply because he knows when his limit is.
Heavy shallow intakes of breath through the nose fill the air as Bill bobs down a little further. Saliva is gathering at the sides of Bill's mouth and he grips the chair a little tighter. Bill has managed to full arouse himself now and he breathes shallowing again, struggling to obtain oxygen in his odd position. Bill's back muscles pull uncomfortably but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
"Jesus." Bushido whispers, hand moving steadily in his pants. Tom lays perched on one elbow besides him, dark eyes never leaving Bill's form.
Bill can feel it. The hot hard meat of his flesh as it pushes into his mouth. His tongue laves at it, careful so that his teeth do not scrap himself, rewarding the head with a strong good lick. Bill can taste himself, the salty mixture that he can taste on his tongue. Bill tries his earnest to suck at himself meanwhile as his groin jumps in approval at the treatment it is receiving.
Hot hard flesh. Bill licks at it like a kitten laps milk and his entire body trembles in pleasure. The boy his hyper aware of everything around him at the moment as Bushido and Tom's noises become quieter in his ears. All Bill can hear now is the pounding of blood in his ears and his sharp inhales as he tries to breath. The fabric of the chair is scratchy against Bill's bare rear and has no doubt turned the boy's pale skin an irritated red.
Finally Bill's back can no longer stand the strain and Bill rises up off himself with a sputtering gasp. The cool air of the room engulfs his cock as Bill gasps for air and arches his back.
"T-Tom." Bill pants, "I can't. I can't do it for much longer."
"Just a little more baby." Tom groans, not even bothering to pause in his strokes as he speaks to Bill. "Come on, baby. Just a little more."
"Ahh." Bushido says weakly as he too jacks himself and Bill scrunches his noise slightly. Bushido is much larger in size than Tom both in length and width as well as darker in color. Bill appreciated good size but Bushido lacked the skill to effectively use it. Bill was often left sore after their little romps.
"Bill!" Tom calls and Bill stretches his back once more before ducking down again.
Bill wraps his lips around himself and hums in his throat. The stimulation and sensation is wonderful but Bill needs something a little stronger to push him over. So Bill begins to let his mind wander as the moans and groans of the room become silent again. Instead Bill's ears specifically focus in on one voice, one distinctive voice as the male moans softly on the bed. Bill envisions that it is Tom sucking him off as Bill sucks Tom off at the same time. The pair had only done 69 before twice as Tom wasn't too found of sucking Bill off but remembered both experiences quiet vividly.
Bill imagined that they were home, back in Tom's apartment on the sagging couch that the pair often ate dinner on. Bill inhaled deeply and let his mind clear as he could practically feel the worn leather against his skin. In Bill's fantasy Tom was displaying his other side to Bill, the soft and tender side that Bill longed so deeply for. Tom would be speaking gently to Bill, murmuring words of endearment and encouragement as Bill would suck at Tom. Bill would put his heart into it, forcing Tom in deep as Bill's throat would allow him even if he choked slightly.
Tom would groan in appreciation and then he too would begin to suck Bill. Their formation would link them both as one and Tom would be gentle and loving with Bill. Tom wouldn't criticize Bill on everything he did, he wouldn't yell as Bill to suck harder or faster, and he wouldn't hit Bill when he got upset. No, in Bill's fantasy Tom was the perfect man.
Bill moans around himself, in his mind it was really Tom that was sucking him. The image was enough to send Bill over the edge and the boy pulls up and cries out. His load shoots upwards and lands messily on his face, covering his eyes and mouth. Bushido practically howls like a dog as he comes shortly after seeing Bill's unraveling and then Tom was coming too. Both men fall back onto the couch and Bill sags back in his chair, chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Fuck, fuck." Bushido wheezes, laughing weakly. Tom turns to his side so that his back was to the other man and tries to regain his breath, eyes flickering briefly to Bill.
The teen's face was flushed red, white come still stuck to his face as he struggles to even breath. It was an erotic sight. After a few moments Bill picks himself up and collapses between Bushido and Tom on the bed. Bill snuggles himself against Tom's back and the man thankfully lets him for a few moments.
"That..." Bushido says once he's regained his breath, "Now that was something else. Holy shit it was like out of porn."
"I told ya." Tom laughs, slinging an arm around Bill and then teen purrs, "I was fucking him and he just went for it."
"Because you had my hands and weren't touching me." Bill pouts, mood surprisingly light and happy.
"He's fucking amazing." Tom shakes his head and Bill beams, not at Tom's compliment but at how Tom's arm remains around his waist. Simply being held was the best praise that Bill could ever receive.
"That was hot." Bushido laughs in agreement.
Bill finds himself drifting off into a sleep as Tom and Bushido continue to chat on the bed. Neither have put their clothes back on, which Bill finds a little gay, but he doesn't think much of it as he dozes off. The two men talk everything from splitting profits to discussing the issue of Jost further encroaching on their territory. Tom sees the way David watches Bill while at work and it disgusts Tom.
Bill continues to sleep, only half conscious of the conversation happening above him as he snuggles further into Tom's side. The gesture makes Tom flush in embarrassment since not even Tom likes to acknowledge that Bill cuddles him in bed at home. Bushido says nothing of it although his attention is now directed back to the slumbering teen. Bill's tossing in his sleep has rubbed the come from his face now and his slender legs lay tangled to create the perfect nesting place for his flaccid cock.
The topic of sex is brought up accompanied by arousal as both men stare at the sleeping boy. Tom decides that Bill has had enough of a nap and he roughly jerks the boy awake. Bill's eyes fly open in surprise as he is shaken and looks around the room in confusion for a few moments as his brain struggles to catch up.
"Get up." Tom instructs and Bill rubs at his eyes. "We're gonna do one last thing and then go home, okay?"
"Hmm?" Bill yawns cutely and Bushido growls lowly.
"After all this time and you still look like a damn bitch." Bushido smiles darkly, rising up slightly off the bed to crawl closer to Bill. The man cups the back of Bill's head with one head and Bill's eyes widened in panic as the man's stubbled face begins to draw nearer. Bill's heart is beating wildly now but luckily Tom is there to intervene.
"Sorry, man." Tom's arm grabs Bushido by the shoulder and pulls him back sternly. "Bill and I have this rule, you see. I'm the only one that gets those. it's a rule to make sure that Bill's not contracting anything unwanted from costumers and to keep it more impersonal."
"Well I'm not some fucking costumer so you can trust me." Bushido shoots Tom a look as he reaches out to grab Bill again. The man nearly has Bill in his grasp when Tom's hand is crushing around his. Bushido swears as Tom's grip is barely soft enough so that it doesn't break bone and he slaps Tom's hand away.
"What the fuck?" Bushido snarls and Bill unconsciously scoots behind Tom for protection. The movement does not go unnoticed by neither Bushido nor Tom and Tom smirks cockily at the other man.
"That's the rules. Don't go being a bitch about this and ruin your thank you. We're not even done yet." Tom frowns and Bill's eyes widens as he turns to Tom. Tom sends a smirk to Bill and the teen gapes at him.
"W-what?" Bill whispers as Bushido says the same thing in shock.
"I've been wanting to try this out for awhile but it's difficult to find the right partner to trust." Tom smiles deviously as he produces the lube he'd taken from his jeans.
"You said that we were going home after." Bill mumbles and Bushido barks out a laugh.
"Now don't be that way Billy. I'm sure whatever Tom has mind will be just as fun for you as I'm sure it's going to be for me." Bushido grins.
"Now don't be that way." The voice sounds distant in Bill's ears.
The room is swirling and Bill wills the vomit working its way up his throat to stop. The fifteen-year-old's memory is fogged but he vaguely remembers going to a club with Tom. The lights and music had been loud. Bill had been intimidated and scared. The men in the club had eyed Bill as he waked past. Tom hadn't been too pleased about that.
"Now you just sit down here." Hands are pushing Bill down onto a couch. Bill eyes the green corduroy fabric and frowns. Where is he? Who's house is this?
Tom had said that they were meeting someone for his birthday. There had been drinks, lots of drinks. Bill had no planned on having so many and yet the various colorful concoctions had made their way into his stomach anyways. After the first few, more had been shoved towards him by a man with a large smile. Bill had not been able to say no.
"W-wha..." Bill intends to ask where is whereabouts are but the words are thick on his tongue. So thick that Bill can't even seem to get his tongue to work properly.
However Bill is not scared. In fact, Bill feels relaxed, really relaxed. The boy's muscles uncoil as he sinks languidly against the couch and watches the swirl of colors overhead. They're so beautiful and Bill reaches out a shaking hand, nimble fingers just missing the swirls as they evade his touch. The boy scoffs in frustration and leans forward a little more as an especially bright burst flits in front of him. The child stretches forward, fingers just barely grazing the burst, when they come in contact much more solid.
"You're really out of it aren't you?" The voice belongs to the solid figure in front of Bill and the boy mewls when fingers encase his and bring them to the stranger's chest. The man is warm and Bill clenches his fingers into the material of the man's shirt. It's so warm and Bill suddenly feels cold. Bill wants that warmth.
"Where?" Bill manages, closing his eyes as a pair of hands caress through his hair. The boy purrs because it feels nice and the man's fingers are strong when they press against his scalp.
"You just stay quiet now." The man is now pushing Bill back down so that he's on his back on the couch. Bill allows himself to be dipped back and yawns a little noise of tiredness when the man is crawling over him. Something sharp pricks in Bill's mind in that moment but he can't quiet figure out what is it yet.
The man's deep breathing fills Bill's ears as those strong hands cup the boy's head. A slender neck roll backwards and allows the strength above it to support its delicate arch. Warmness presses against Bill's body through his clothes as the weight shifts around on the couch to find the perfect balance.
The weight moves once more and Bill finds that those hands are starting to touch him. It feels nice and Bill sighs a little. Steadily as those strong hands touch Bill all over, they begin to remove the child's clothes. The chilly air causes gooseflesh to rise on the boy's arm in a steady wave as the freezing air creeps it way up his body. The man has warmth and Bill wants it. In the boy's drugged haze he arches his body upwards to meet the others, seeking, seeking heat from the chilly air, and the man inhales sharply from above him.
Those strong hands are suddenly more forceful as they remove the last of Bill's clothes and then the weight disappears briefly as the sounds of a belt buckle are heard. When the man returns, he is naked against Bill's frame.
Bill is startled from his daze. That sharp feeling at the back of his mind becomes clear.
"No." Bill says, weakly pushing against the man's chest. The man has strength on his side and easily pushes Bill's resisting hands away.
"Shh." The man tries to silence Bill with a soft kiss to the throat and Bill's heart jumps unpleasantly. The urge to vomit combined with nervousness and panic are brewing inside of Bill's stomach. The boy pushes harder against the man's chest when those strong hands begin to trail up his inner thighs.
"N-no! I said no!" Bill's tongue finally cooperates with Bill's mind and the boy shoves once more. The shove is a lot rougher than the previous few and it actually hurts the man slightly.
Suddenly those strong caressing strong hands become violent and malicious in their actions. They seize Bill around the throat and press hard until they crush the boy's windpipes. Bill gags. The boy's hands uselessly struggle and scratch at the hands locked around his throat as his legs kick feebly out. Bill chokes and gasps for air, fighting with all his body will allow in its drugged state. The colorful swirls overhead in the room have left now to be replaced with darkness and Bill tries to scream for help.
"T-T-om." Bill gags and the man laughs.
"What was that, bitch?" The hands lessen their hold and Bill hacks for breath. The chilly air fills the boy's lungs as he sucks it in greedily before exploding forth.
"TOM!" Bill shrieks at the top of his lungs and the man swears.
The those hands are attacking Bill once more. One hand struggles to cover the child's mouth to silence him while the other tries to pin the child's arms down. Bill fights with all he has.
The strength of a child cannot match that of a full grown adult's. Bill's resistance is short lived as the man delivers a swift punch to the stomach that momentarily paralyzes the boy. The boy's eyes are wide, his mouth open panting for air that won't enter his lungs for some reason, as the man's hands first enter his body. Bill cannot even scream.
Those hands, those strong hands that had earlier caressed Bill, now force their way inside of his body without the aid of lubrication. The man remarks that Bill deserves it after the way he'd acted. The boy's arms and legs are readjusted like those of a doll's so that the man can derive the pleasure that he seeks. Those fingers force Bill open larger than he'd ever been opened for and Bill only finds out why after the man's shoving inside of him.
"Ahh!" Bill screams, tears immediately running down his face, as the man pushes inside of him. The pain in his rear is unbelievable and Bill's hands are pushing back against the man once more.
The man pays no attention and makes no effort to restrain Bill's scratching claws as his greatest weapon is already planted within the trembling child. The boy's body acts a sheath for the mighty sword that seems destined to tear the boy in two. Blood pours between the two in their coupling as the child's cries for the torture to stop only build in volume. The man enters Bill again and again in animalistic thrusts that have the pathetic couch beneath them squeaking and the corduroy digging painfully into Bill's back.
The man rips Bill apart. True that Bill had been taken many times previously but none before had been this large nor violent. Harsh breath stained with liquor pants directly in the boy's face and makes his eyes water as the muscled mass coils and uncoils repeatedly over his form. Large hands grasp Bill's hips and hold the boy down as the man's hips piston forwards.
"S-stop!" Bill sobs, mind delirious with pain. "Stop it!"
"You just shut up!" The voice snarls and Bill's head falls to the side after receiving a slap to the face.
"P-please." Bill pleads through a nose clogged with snot and blood, "It hurts! Please! Please!"
The man does not stop as he continues to take Bill. The blood from their coupling has steadily gathered between the two as their bodies meet with wet noises and the slapping of skin. The aggressor in the situation uses his hands to drag his victim forwards as he slams the boy down onto his mighty cock. The poor victim can only grab onto the couch in hopes of pulling away but nonetheless is dragged downwards alarmingly rough onto the man. The boy's neck cranes upward as his small mouth emits howls of pain.
As the boy's brutal rape continues onwards, his mind wanders. Bill thinks of Tom. Tom, with his crooked smile and his impressive words of the adult world. Tom, who pulls Bill in along side him in bed at night and strokes Bill's head like one would stroke a dog. Tom, who always acts like he doesn't care but Bill knows he does. Tom, who snaps at other men for trying to even lay a hand on Bill. Tom, who saved Bill like a knight in his shiny black car from off the streets that day. Tom is Bill's savior.
"T-Tom." Bill sobs weakly, eyes unable to make out his attacker's face in the darkness. Bill is slapped across the face once more.
"Don't you talk about Kaulitz when I'm fucking you." The man snarls but Bill surprisingly glares back at the man.
"Tom." Bill's eyes gleam with a fire that had not been there earlier. Bill has no accepted defeat.
"You shut up." The man threatens, slapping Bill across the face once more.
"Tom! Tom!" Bill shouts in the man's face, cheek stinging from where he'd been hit.
"Stop it." The man snaps, slapping Bill once more but this does not stop the boy.
"Tom!" Bill shrieks the loudest yet, "Tom! Tom save me! Tom help! Tom!"
"Stop that!" The man shouts, raising his hand once more when Bill lunges forward. The boy sinks his teeth into the man's nose and bites down hard. Hard enough so that blood squirts into Bill's mouth and his teeth find cartilage. The man roars in pain but Bill holds strong and refuses to let go, even when the man's hands grab onto Bill's head and try to pull him from the man.
"Get the fuck off me!" Tom man cries desperately and Bill bites down even harder. "You little fuck!"
Finally Bill releases the man, a mess of blood smeared around his mouth, as he throws his head back and screams so hard that his throats hurts.
"TOM!"
A door flies open somewhere in the corner of the room, flooding the two people on the couch in light. Bill wastes no time in scrambling towards the figure standing in the doorway and throws his arms around the taller form.
"Tom! Tom!" Bill sobs, nuzzling his face into the man's stomach.
"Fler, what the fuck is going on here?" The man, who Bill know realizes is not Tom, says. Bill's heart stops as he looks up to Chakuza. The boy retracts his hold as if he'd been burned with fire and gapes helplessly.
The memories from the evening come swarming back in full. It was Fler's birthday, or so Tom had told him at the club, and they were meeting up with the man's posse. Bushido had been there as well if Bill recalled properly and had been the one most aggressive in shoving drinks at Bill. The entire night Fler had been touching Bill beneath the table, remarking what a pretty little bitch Bill was. They'd then gone back to Fler's place... the others should be in the media room as Tom had comment on earlier.
Bill's eyes dart to the open door behind Chakuza but before the man can even reach out to stop Bill, the boy is darting between the man's legs and scrambling out the door. The entire house is dimly lit with booming music and smoke hanging in the air. There must be some sort of party going on because Bill has to shove through quiet a crowd of people that he does not recognize to get to the media room.
"Get back here, you little fuck!" Bill can hear Fler shout after him in the crowd and Bill pushes through the crowd a little faster.
The house is a mess with beer bottles littering the floor, a mass of bodies grinding to some dumb song that pounds throughout the house, and groups of people passing around joints. Bill's tiny chest is pounding in overdrive now as he spots Fler's head just a few people behind him, the man's face is furious and there are clearly bite marks on his still bleeding nose.
Bill finally pushes past and bursts into the media room. The smoke in the air is thicker here and all the lights have been shut off as a porno plays on the television. About several heads swivel around to see who their uninvited guest is and Bill spots Tom. The man's face contorts in confusion and then horror at the blood smeared around the boy's face but Bill is more concerned with the scanty clad blonde that's sitting in Tom's lap.
"T-Tom?" Bill says, eyes round to where the woman's skirt is hiked up and her legs straddle Tom's lap on either side.
"Bill what the fuck?" Tom shifts and the woman moans softly. Before Bill can even respond Fler is bursting forth into the room and grabbing Bill by the hair.
"Got you, you little fuck!" Fler screams, shaking Bill by his hair. Bill cries out in pain and collapses at Fler's feet, hands grabbing onto the man's in hopes of alleviating the pain.
"Tom, help!" Bill sobs, reaching out towards the pimp for help.
"What happened?" Tom looks to Fler's bleeding nose to Bill's bloody mouth.
"This little shit bit me! He fucking bit me like a dog!" Fler shouts, shaking Bill once more and Bill cries out.
"Tom! Tom, please! He's hurting me! Tom he's hurting me!" Bill pleads and something that Bill cannot identify crosses Tom's face.
"You're making a scene, Fler." Tom frowns, "Are you going to finish your gift or not?"
"W-what?... Well I guess if he'll behave." Fler stutters and Bushido snickers from the couch.
"He'll behave alright. Go finish up." Tom says as Fler turns to leave. The man drags Bill along with him as Bill stares wide-eyed at Tom. The man's eyes trail over Bill's face for a few moments. "Just try not to be too rough with him."
"Tom?" Bill whimpers.
"Come on, you." Fler spits, tugging Bill roughly along.
"Tom? Tom!" Bill's voice begins to rise in panic. In the media room Tom turns away so that he doesn't have to look at Bill. "Tom! Tom, please! Tom!"
"Will you shut up, already?" Fler snaps, pulling Bill back through the crowd of people.
Bill looses sight of Tom among the crowd and his heart sinks. The last thing Bill is able to see before he's tossed into the room he'd originally run from, was Tom turning back to the girl on his lap and grinning. Grinning that heart-breaking smile that made Tom's whole face light up. Grinning that smile that Bill so desperately wanted to be directed at him.
Main Pairing: Bill/Tom
Side Pairing: Bill/Tom/Bushido, Bill/OMC, Tom/OFC
Genre: AU
Warnings: Non-con/rape, OOC, Hurt/comfort, Horror, Adult Content, Prostitution
Chapter: 3/?
Finished: No
The sights that greet Bill on Route 138 have not changed much over the years. As Bill rests his head against the car window, the seventeen-year-old's dull eyes flicker at the few buildings they pass. The pavement is cracked, so the ride is rather bumpy, especially the further down the road they travel. An abandoned gun manufacturing factory disappears from Bill's line of vision on the left as a rundown general store comes up ahead to Bill's right. The night sky still hangs darkly overhead but Bill knows it will only be a matter of hours before the sun bleeds over the horizon, bringing with it a new day and an opportunity for Bill to catch up on his sleep.
The black SUV jolts as it drives over another pothole, probably faster than the speed limit will allow, but there are no police stationed in this area. The sudden lurch of the car sends Bill flying up in his seat slightly before roughly depositing him back down. The sensation is enough to send a sword of pain up Bill's spine but the boy's pained whimper goes unnoticed over the rap music that is cranked obscenely loud throughout the vehicle, subwoofers vibrating the inner cabin and Bill's cranium. The volume of the music is quiet enough for Bill to hear Tom's attempt at rapping along with the music but loud enough to not allow any conversation between the two. Tom prefers it this way.
Finally the Cadillac pulls into the familiar entrance of the scuzzy motel and the music is shut off. Tom then turns to Bill, a smirk on his handsome face, and Bill fumbles with the seatbelt a bit. Just as when Tom had brought Bill here the first time, fear is lodged into the dark haired boy. The vacancy sign is still missing a light and the remaining few are flickering on and off again every few seconds. A stray cat runs across the parking lot directly in front of Tom's car and Bill drops his head.
"You gonna behave tonight?" The pimp watches his whore with the intensity of a hawk.
"Are we going home after this?" Is Bill's small response and Tom's smirk falters for a minute. A silence falls over the car then as Bill refuses to meet his pimp's gaze and Tom lets out a frustrated sound when he runs his hands through his cornrows.
"What's up with you, huh?" Tom asks in a much softer, more pleasant, more caring, tone of voice that brings tears to Bill's eyes. This is a side of Tom that rarely comes out and it saddens Bill that he's being teased with such a preview now. This is the side of Tom that Bill wished the twenty-six year old would always show towards him, although Bill knows this is a foolish thing to wish for.
"I'm just..." Bill finally musters up the courage to speak after a few moments, "I'm just so tired, Tom."
The boy turns to look at the older man fully and Tom is surprised at what he finds. Bill's eyes are dulled without any trace of that shimmering mirth that normally is held in them, the boy's hair is a disheveled mess around his hallowed face, and the boy's skin has adopted an almost grey hue. The factors of malnutrition, sleep deprivation, and a total lack of will to continue onwards has left Bill looking awful. Small bony shoulders sag as Bill releases a tired sigh, back tensing as he waits for Tom's explosion of anger.
Whatever sympathy Tom had briefly felt is quickly swept away by Bill's incorrect answer. The man's face hardens but he does not let his hand fly. Tom had already been careless enough and hit Bill quite a few times that night and he didn't feel like further damaging the goods. A muscled arm reaches across the defeated boy to unlock the door before Bill receives a rough shove tot he shoulder.
"Get out." Tom snarls, hoping out of the car and slamming the door behind him. Bill sluggishly crawls from the vehicle and gently closes the door behind him when Tom is upon him. The dark haired boy cannot contain the small moan that leaves his mouth when Tom's muscled frame presses up against his body.
Tom really has by far the best body out of every man that Bill has ever slept with. Now given that Bill's clientele were normally middle-aged truck drivers with beer guts, it was understandable why Bill so highly admired Tom's physique. But it was widely known among Tom's workers, that he continually slept with Bill despite the boy's young age. The boy had come to him at fourteen-years-old and was in need of some supervision. Something that Tom was more than willing to provide by having Bill live with him... and by sharing the same bed.
"Tom, please." Bill whispers, eyes falling shut as Tom's scent is all around him. Tom has Bill pinned up against the side of the car, arms forming a cage around Bill's head, pelvis pushing into Bill's hips. They're so intimately close and the younger cannot stop the odd fluttering in his stomach that he always gets around Tom.
"Bushido's an important business partner, you got it? You don't even know half the shit he's done for you to make sure that you're properly protected. So you'd better be grateful tonight and suck his dick until he realizes how thankful you are." Tom grabs Bill by the collar of his shirt and the teen mewls.
"I will." Bill's eyes remain trained downwards and Tom smirks, hooking a finger under the teen's chin so that he may look the other in the eyes.
"We'll be in and out within an hour tops." Tom promises with a subtle to squeeze to Bill's rear with his other hand. "Then we'll go home."
"Hmm." Bill nods and Tom steps aside to allow the younger to lead the way.
Just as when Bill was fourteen, the man behind the front desk says nothing about Bill and Tom's age difference as he hands over a room key. Then the pair is making their way down the stained-carpeted hallway until they reach the room that Bill knows for a fact Bushido will be waiting for them in. When they enter, Tom and Bushido go through their ritual greeting of a handshake and man-mug as they always do. The curtains have been drawn over the windows in advance and the sheets to the bed have been pulled down to the foot. Bill can only awkwardly stand there as Tom and Bushido catch up.
"Hey there Billy." Bushido sends the teen a grin from across the room and Bill is immediately walking over to join them, tucking himself beneath Tom's arm and mark of possession.
"Hi Anis." Bill uses the man's real name as he always has ever since hearing Tom accidently use it once. For some reason Bill's greeting makes the dark skinned man laugh and resists the urge to roll his eyes. The tight grip Tom's has on Bill's hipbone serves as a reminder to watch his manners.
"How are you doing kid? Tom treating you nice and good? You must be like fifteen now or something." Bushido scans Bill's body appreciatively from head to toe.
"I'm seventeen." Bill replies dryly and the man whistles in wonder.
"Damn seventeen. Seventeen?" Bushido looks to Tom for confirmation. "I'm getting fucking old if your sweet little ass is seventeen already. Shit man. One more year and you'll be legal. What's Tom gonna do then?" Bill's shoulders tense at this question but the pimp is one step ahead of the teen as he squeezes Bill's side reassuringly.
"Bill's tight enough to keep the costumers coming in even if he's not underage anymore. I'm thinking about holding off for a few years before getting some more jailbait. Kids are brats and difficult to handle. Bill here was proof enough of that."
Bushido throws his head back in another laugh as Bill's face burns red in embarrassment. If it's one thing that Bill hated most, it was being chastised by Tom as if he were Bill's parent. but as the boy pouts, Tom is nodding towards the bed and Bushido is grinning in agreement. The time for talk is over. Tom owes Bushido after the man saved the pimp's ass from being arrested last month and he's going to use Bill to make it up to the man.
"Bill, baby, why don't you show Bushido how grateful you are for that nice thing he did last month?" Tom smiles, sitting down the bed. "Bushido, man, you're going to want to sit down."
The man can only raise an eyebrow in curiosity before he's joining Tom on the bed, curiosity further peeked when Bill's begins to strip himself. The teen sheds all of his clothing until he stands before the two men in the nude.
"Find a place and get comfortable." Tom instructs and Bill nods obediently. The teen then plops himself into a nearby chair and stretches out his back briefly.
"What the fuck is he doing all the way over there?" Bushido whispers, eyes narrowed in disappointment that the naked boy was so far away.
"Just wait, man. God we found out he could do this by mistake a few weeks ago. I was bending him in half when we fucking and this happened." Tom smirks as Bill cracks his neck and rolls his head around.
"What?" Bushido asks still confused.
But before Tom can explain any further, Bill has ducked his head down and taken himself in his own mouth. Bushido howls in praise and excitement as Bill begins to stimulate himself. The boy sits in the chair, hunched over so that he is bent in half, arms gripping the arms of the chair, with his mouth perfectly housing his own manhood. The sight is both disturbing and arousing but it obviously has the latter effect on Bushido as the man turns to Tom in shock.
"Holy shit." Bushido swears as Bill sucks dutifully away at himself.
"He's fucking something else isn't he?" Tom grins, lazily falling back on the bed and opening his pants. The pimp's cock springs half aroused out from his pants and Tom throws his head back in a moan as he begins to pump himself.
Across the room Bill struggles to crane his neck down far enough. The position isn't particularly comfortable but idea of the action arouses Bill like no other. The teen breathes shallowly through his nose as he gives his cock a good lick. The dual sensation of being able to taste himself and experiencing being licked makes Bill's head swim.
"Fuck yeah." Tom grunts from across the room and Bill goes down a little deeper. Because its his own body, Bill has master control over himself thus allowing him go deeper than he dare with others simply because he knows when his limit is.
Heavy shallow intakes of breath through the nose fill the air as Bill bobs down a little further. Saliva is gathering at the sides of Bill's mouth and he grips the chair a little tighter. Bill has managed to full arouse himself now and he breathes shallowing again, struggling to obtain oxygen in his odd position. Bill's back muscles pull uncomfortably but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
"Jesus." Bushido whispers, hand moving steadily in his pants. Tom lays perched on one elbow besides him, dark eyes never leaving Bill's form.
Bill can feel it. The hot hard meat of his flesh as it pushes into his mouth. His tongue laves at it, careful so that his teeth do not scrap himself, rewarding the head with a strong good lick. Bill can taste himself, the salty mixture that he can taste on his tongue. Bill tries his earnest to suck at himself meanwhile as his groin jumps in approval at the treatment it is receiving.
Hot hard flesh. Bill licks at it like a kitten laps milk and his entire body trembles in pleasure. The boy his hyper aware of everything around him at the moment as Bushido and Tom's noises become quieter in his ears. All Bill can hear now is the pounding of blood in his ears and his sharp inhales as he tries to breath. The fabric of the chair is scratchy against Bill's bare rear and has no doubt turned the boy's pale skin an irritated red.
Finally Bill's back can no longer stand the strain and Bill rises up off himself with a sputtering gasp. The cool air of the room engulfs his cock as Bill gasps for air and arches his back.
"T-Tom." Bill pants, "I can't. I can't do it for much longer."
"Just a little more baby." Tom groans, not even bothering to pause in his strokes as he speaks to Bill. "Come on, baby. Just a little more."
"Ahh." Bushido says weakly as he too jacks himself and Bill scrunches his noise slightly. Bushido is much larger in size than Tom both in length and width as well as darker in color. Bill appreciated good size but Bushido lacked the skill to effectively use it. Bill was often left sore after their little romps.
"Bill!" Tom calls and Bill stretches his back once more before ducking down again.
Bill wraps his lips around himself and hums in his throat. The stimulation and sensation is wonderful but Bill needs something a little stronger to push him over. So Bill begins to let his mind wander as the moans and groans of the room become silent again. Instead Bill's ears specifically focus in on one voice, one distinctive voice as the male moans softly on the bed. Bill envisions that it is Tom sucking him off as Bill sucks Tom off at the same time. The pair had only done 69 before twice as Tom wasn't too found of sucking Bill off but remembered both experiences quiet vividly.
Bill imagined that they were home, back in Tom's apartment on the sagging couch that the pair often ate dinner on. Bill inhaled deeply and let his mind clear as he could practically feel the worn leather against his skin. In Bill's fantasy Tom was displaying his other side to Bill, the soft and tender side that Bill longed so deeply for. Tom would be speaking gently to Bill, murmuring words of endearment and encouragement as Bill would suck at Tom. Bill would put his heart into it, forcing Tom in deep as Bill's throat would allow him even if he choked slightly.
Tom would groan in appreciation and then he too would begin to suck Bill. Their formation would link them both as one and Tom would be gentle and loving with Bill. Tom wouldn't criticize Bill on everything he did, he wouldn't yell as Bill to suck harder or faster, and he wouldn't hit Bill when he got upset. No, in Bill's fantasy Tom was the perfect man.
Bill moans around himself, in his mind it was really Tom that was sucking him. The image was enough to send Bill over the edge and the boy pulls up and cries out. His load shoots upwards and lands messily on his face, covering his eyes and mouth. Bushido practically howls like a dog as he comes shortly after seeing Bill's unraveling and then Tom was coming too. Both men fall back onto the couch and Bill sags back in his chair, chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Fuck, fuck." Bushido wheezes, laughing weakly. Tom turns to his side so that his back was to the other man and tries to regain his breath, eyes flickering briefly to Bill.
The teen's face was flushed red, white come still stuck to his face as he struggles to even breath. It was an erotic sight. After a few moments Bill picks himself up and collapses between Bushido and Tom on the bed. Bill snuggles himself against Tom's back and the man thankfully lets him for a few moments.
"That..." Bushido says once he's regained his breath, "Now that was something else. Holy shit it was like out of porn."
"I told ya." Tom laughs, slinging an arm around Bill and then teen purrs, "I was fucking him and he just went for it."
"Because you had my hands and weren't touching me." Bill pouts, mood surprisingly light and happy.
"He's fucking amazing." Tom shakes his head and Bill beams, not at Tom's compliment but at how Tom's arm remains around his waist. Simply being held was the best praise that Bill could ever receive.
"That was hot." Bushido laughs in agreement.
Bill finds himself drifting off into a sleep as Tom and Bushido continue to chat on the bed. Neither have put their clothes back on, which Bill finds a little gay, but he doesn't think much of it as he dozes off. The two men talk everything from splitting profits to discussing the issue of Jost further encroaching on their territory. Tom sees the way David watches Bill while at work and it disgusts Tom.
Bill continues to sleep, only half conscious of the conversation happening above him as he snuggles further into Tom's side. The gesture makes Tom flush in embarrassment since not even Tom likes to acknowledge that Bill cuddles him in bed at home. Bushido says nothing of it although his attention is now directed back to the slumbering teen. Bill's tossing in his sleep has rubbed the come from his face now and his slender legs lay tangled to create the perfect nesting place for his flaccid cock.
The topic of sex is brought up accompanied by arousal as both men stare at the sleeping boy. Tom decides that Bill has had enough of a nap and he roughly jerks the boy awake. Bill's eyes fly open in surprise as he is shaken and looks around the room in confusion for a few moments as his brain struggles to catch up.
"Get up." Tom instructs and Bill rubs at his eyes. "We're gonna do one last thing and then go home, okay?"
"Hmm?" Bill yawns cutely and Bushido growls lowly.
"After all this time and you still look like a damn bitch." Bushido smiles darkly, rising up slightly off the bed to crawl closer to Bill. The man cups the back of Bill's head with one head and Bill's eyes widened in panic as the man's stubbled face begins to draw nearer. Bill's heart is beating wildly now but luckily Tom is there to intervene.
"Sorry, man." Tom's arm grabs Bushido by the shoulder and pulls him back sternly. "Bill and I have this rule, you see. I'm the only one that gets those. it's a rule to make sure that Bill's not contracting anything unwanted from costumers and to keep it more impersonal."
"Well I'm not some fucking costumer so you can trust me." Bushido shoots Tom a look as he reaches out to grab Bill again. The man nearly has Bill in his grasp when Tom's hand is crushing around his. Bushido swears as Tom's grip is barely soft enough so that it doesn't break bone and he slaps Tom's hand away.
"What the fuck?" Bushido snarls and Bill unconsciously scoots behind Tom for protection. The movement does not go unnoticed by neither Bushido nor Tom and Tom smirks cockily at the other man.
"That's the rules. Don't go being a bitch about this and ruin your thank you. We're not even done yet." Tom frowns and Bill's eyes widens as he turns to Tom. Tom sends a smirk to Bill and the teen gapes at him.
"W-what?" Bill whispers as Bushido says the same thing in shock.
"I've been wanting to try this out for awhile but it's difficult to find the right partner to trust." Tom smiles deviously as he produces the lube he'd taken from his jeans.
"You said that we were going home after." Bill mumbles and Bushido barks out a laugh.
"Now don't be that way Billy. I'm sure whatever Tom has mind will be just as fun for you as I'm sure it's going to be for me." Bushido grins.
"Now don't be that way." The voice sounds distant in Bill's ears.
The room is swirling and Bill wills the vomit working its way up his throat to stop. The fifteen-year-old's memory is fogged but he vaguely remembers going to a club with Tom. The lights and music had been loud. Bill had been intimidated and scared. The men in the club had eyed Bill as he waked past. Tom hadn't been too pleased about that.
"Now you just sit down here." Hands are pushing Bill down onto a couch. Bill eyes the green corduroy fabric and frowns. Where is he? Who's house is this?
Tom had said that they were meeting someone for his birthday. There had been drinks, lots of drinks. Bill had no planned on having so many and yet the various colorful concoctions had made their way into his stomach anyways. After the first few, more had been shoved towards him by a man with a large smile. Bill had not been able to say no.
"W-wha..." Bill intends to ask where is whereabouts are but the words are thick on his tongue. So thick that Bill can't even seem to get his tongue to work properly.
However Bill is not scared. In fact, Bill feels relaxed, really relaxed. The boy's muscles uncoil as he sinks languidly against the couch and watches the swirl of colors overhead. They're so beautiful and Bill reaches out a shaking hand, nimble fingers just missing the swirls as they evade his touch. The boy scoffs in frustration and leans forward a little more as an especially bright burst flits in front of him. The child stretches forward, fingers just barely grazing the burst, when they come in contact much more solid.
"You're really out of it aren't you?" The voice belongs to the solid figure in front of Bill and the boy mewls when fingers encase his and bring them to the stranger's chest. The man is warm and Bill clenches his fingers into the material of the man's shirt. It's so warm and Bill suddenly feels cold. Bill wants that warmth.
"Where?" Bill manages, closing his eyes as a pair of hands caress through his hair. The boy purrs because it feels nice and the man's fingers are strong when they press against his scalp.
"You just stay quiet now." The man is now pushing Bill back down so that he's on his back on the couch. Bill allows himself to be dipped back and yawns a little noise of tiredness when the man is crawling over him. Something sharp pricks in Bill's mind in that moment but he can't quiet figure out what is it yet.
The man's deep breathing fills Bill's ears as those strong hands cup the boy's head. A slender neck roll backwards and allows the strength above it to support its delicate arch. Warmness presses against Bill's body through his clothes as the weight shifts around on the couch to find the perfect balance.
The weight moves once more and Bill finds that those hands are starting to touch him. It feels nice and Bill sighs a little. Steadily as those strong hands touch Bill all over, they begin to remove the child's clothes. The chilly air causes gooseflesh to rise on the boy's arm in a steady wave as the freezing air creeps it way up his body. The man has warmth and Bill wants it. In the boy's drugged haze he arches his body upwards to meet the others, seeking, seeking heat from the chilly air, and the man inhales sharply from above him.
Those strong hands are suddenly more forceful as they remove the last of Bill's clothes and then the weight disappears briefly as the sounds of a belt buckle are heard. When the man returns, he is naked against Bill's frame.
Bill is startled from his daze. That sharp feeling at the back of his mind becomes clear.
"No." Bill says, weakly pushing against the man's chest. The man has strength on his side and easily pushes Bill's resisting hands away.
"Shh." The man tries to silence Bill with a soft kiss to the throat and Bill's heart jumps unpleasantly. The urge to vomit combined with nervousness and panic are brewing inside of Bill's stomach. The boy pushes harder against the man's chest when those strong hands begin to trail up his inner thighs.
"N-no! I said no!" Bill's tongue finally cooperates with Bill's mind and the boy shoves once more. The shove is a lot rougher than the previous few and it actually hurts the man slightly.
Suddenly those strong caressing strong hands become violent and malicious in their actions. They seize Bill around the throat and press hard until they crush the boy's windpipes. Bill gags. The boy's hands uselessly struggle and scratch at the hands locked around his throat as his legs kick feebly out. Bill chokes and gasps for air, fighting with all his body will allow in its drugged state. The colorful swirls overhead in the room have left now to be replaced with darkness and Bill tries to scream for help.
"T-T-om." Bill gags and the man laughs.
"What was that, bitch?" The hands lessen their hold and Bill hacks for breath. The chilly air fills the boy's lungs as he sucks it in greedily before exploding forth.
"TOM!" Bill shrieks at the top of his lungs and the man swears.
The those hands are attacking Bill once more. One hand struggles to cover the child's mouth to silence him while the other tries to pin the child's arms down. Bill fights with all he has.
The strength of a child cannot match that of a full grown adult's. Bill's resistance is short lived as the man delivers a swift punch to the stomach that momentarily paralyzes the boy. The boy's eyes are wide, his mouth open panting for air that won't enter his lungs for some reason, as the man's hands first enter his body. Bill cannot even scream.
Those hands, those strong hands that had earlier caressed Bill, now force their way inside of his body without the aid of lubrication. The man remarks that Bill deserves it after the way he'd acted. The boy's arms and legs are readjusted like those of a doll's so that the man can derive the pleasure that he seeks. Those fingers force Bill open larger than he'd ever been opened for and Bill only finds out why after the man's shoving inside of him.
"Ahh!" Bill screams, tears immediately running down his face, as the man pushes inside of him. The pain in his rear is unbelievable and Bill's hands are pushing back against the man once more.
The man pays no attention and makes no effort to restrain Bill's scratching claws as his greatest weapon is already planted within the trembling child. The boy's body acts a sheath for the mighty sword that seems destined to tear the boy in two. Blood pours between the two in their coupling as the child's cries for the torture to stop only build in volume. The man enters Bill again and again in animalistic thrusts that have the pathetic couch beneath them squeaking and the corduroy digging painfully into Bill's back.
The man rips Bill apart. True that Bill had been taken many times previously but none before had been this large nor violent. Harsh breath stained with liquor pants directly in the boy's face and makes his eyes water as the muscled mass coils and uncoils repeatedly over his form. Large hands grasp Bill's hips and hold the boy down as the man's hips piston forwards.
"S-stop!" Bill sobs, mind delirious with pain. "Stop it!"
"You just shut up!" The voice snarls and Bill's head falls to the side after receiving a slap to the face.
"P-please." Bill pleads through a nose clogged with snot and blood, "It hurts! Please! Please!"
The man does not stop as he continues to take Bill. The blood from their coupling has steadily gathered between the two as their bodies meet with wet noises and the slapping of skin. The aggressor in the situation uses his hands to drag his victim forwards as he slams the boy down onto his mighty cock. The poor victim can only grab onto the couch in hopes of pulling away but nonetheless is dragged downwards alarmingly rough onto the man. The boy's neck cranes upward as his small mouth emits howls of pain.
As the boy's brutal rape continues onwards, his mind wanders. Bill thinks of Tom. Tom, with his crooked smile and his impressive words of the adult world. Tom, who pulls Bill in along side him in bed at night and strokes Bill's head like one would stroke a dog. Tom, who always acts like he doesn't care but Bill knows he does. Tom, who snaps at other men for trying to even lay a hand on Bill. Tom, who saved Bill like a knight in his shiny black car from off the streets that day. Tom is Bill's savior.
"T-Tom." Bill sobs weakly, eyes unable to make out his attacker's face in the darkness. Bill is slapped across the face once more.
"Don't you talk about Kaulitz when I'm fucking you." The man snarls but Bill surprisingly glares back at the man.
"Tom." Bill's eyes gleam with a fire that had not been there earlier. Bill has no accepted defeat.
"You shut up." The man threatens, slapping Bill across the face once more.
"Tom! Tom!" Bill shouts in the man's face, cheek stinging from where he'd been hit.
"Stop it." The man snaps, slapping Bill once more but this does not stop the boy.
"Tom!" Bill shrieks the loudest yet, "Tom! Tom save me! Tom help! Tom!"
"Stop that!" The man shouts, raising his hand once more when Bill lunges forward. The boy sinks his teeth into the man's nose and bites down hard. Hard enough so that blood squirts into Bill's mouth and his teeth find cartilage. The man roars in pain but Bill holds strong and refuses to let go, even when the man's hands grab onto Bill's head and try to pull him from the man.
"Get the fuck off me!" Tom man cries desperately and Bill bites down even harder. "You little fuck!"
Finally Bill releases the man, a mess of blood smeared around his mouth, as he throws his head back and screams so hard that his throats hurts.
"TOM!"
A door flies open somewhere in the corner of the room, flooding the two people on the couch in light. Bill wastes no time in scrambling towards the figure standing in the doorway and throws his arms around the taller form.
"Tom! Tom!" Bill sobs, nuzzling his face into the man's stomach.
"Fler, what the fuck is going on here?" The man, who Bill know realizes is not Tom, says. Bill's heart stops as he looks up to Chakuza. The boy retracts his hold as if he'd been burned with fire and gapes helplessly.
The memories from the evening come swarming back in full. It was Fler's birthday, or so Tom had told him at the club, and they were meeting up with the man's posse. Bushido had been there as well if Bill recalled properly and had been the one most aggressive in shoving drinks at Bill. The entire night Fler had been touching Bill beneath the table, remarking what a pretty little bitch Bill was. They'd then gone back to Fler's place... the others should be in the media room as Tom had comment on earlier.
Bill's eyes dart to the open door behind Chakuza but before the man can even reach out to stop Bill, the boy is darting between the man's legs and scrambling out the door. The entire house is dimly lit with booming music and smoke hanging in the air. There must be some sort of party going on because Bill has to shove through quiet a crowd of people that he does not recognize to get to the media room.
"Get back here, you little fuck!" Bill can hear Fler shout after him in the crowd and Bill pushes through the crowd a little faster.
The house is a mess with beer bottles littering the floor, a mass of bodies grinding to some dumb song that pounds throughout the house, and groups of people passing around joints. Bill's tiny chest is pounding in overdrive now as he spots Fler's head just a few people behind him, the man's face is furious and there are clearly bite marks on his still bleeding nose.
Bill finally pushes past and bursts into the media room. The smoke in the air is thicker here and all the lights have been shut off as a porno plays on the television. About several heads swivel around to see who their uninvited guest is and Bill spots Tom. The man's face contorts in confusion and then horror at the blood smeared around the boy's face but Bill is more concerned with the scanty clad blonde that's sitting in Tom's lap.
"T-Tom?" Bill says, eyes round to where the woman's skirt is hiked up and her legs straddle Tom's lap on either side.
"Bill what the fuck?" Tom shifts and the woman moans softly. Before Bill can even respond Fler is bursting forth into the room and grabbing Bill by the hair.
"Got you, you little fuck!" Fler screams, shaking Bill by his hair. Bill cries out in pain and collapses at Fler's feet, hands grabbing onto the man's in hopes of alleviating the pain.
"Tom, help!" Bill sobs, reaching out towards the pimp for help.
"What happened?" Tom looks to Fler's bleeding nose to Bill's bloody mouth.
"This little shit bit me! He fucking bit me like a dog!" Fler shouts, shaking Bill once more and Bill cries out.
"Tom! Tom, please! He's hurting me! Tom he's hurting me!" Bill pleads and something that Bill cannot identify crosses Tom's face.
"You're making a scene, Fler." Tom frowns, "Are you going to finish your gift or not?"
"W-what?... Well I guess if he'll behave." Fler stutters and Bushido snickers from the couch.
"He'll behave alright. Go finish up." Tom says as Fler turns to leave. The man drags Bill along with him as Bill stares wide-eyed at Tom. The man's eyes trail over Bill's face for a few moments. "Just try not to be too rough with him."
"Tom?" Bill whimpers.
"Come on, you." Fler spits, tugging Bill roughly along.
"Tom? Tom!" Bill's voice begins to rise in panic. In the media room Tom turns away so that he doesn't have to look at Bill. "Tom! Tom, please! Tom!"
"Will you shut up, already?" Fler snaps, pulling Bill back through the crowd of people.
Bill looses sight of Tom among the crowd and his heart sinks. The last thing Bill is able to see before he's tossed into the room he'd originally run from, was Tom turning back to the girl on his lap and grinning. Grinning that heart-breaking smile that made Tom's whole face light up. Grinning that smile that Bill so desperately wanted to be directed at him.