fic: hell chapter 1
Title: Hell
Author: Me (i_ht_wolfe)
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Warnings: Rape (Eric is not the bad guy in this), slash, angst(that seems to be all I can write)
Summary: Ryan's life was Perfect, until it was destroyed, now he is in his very own living hell and hes not sure how much longer he can survive
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I if I did, I wouldn't have time to write fics
Then: That monster had took the rest of his family without a though, and he briefly wondered if he was there to finish him off as well. After what he had tried to do he prayed that the man had come to kill him, instead of finishing what he started back at his house, but as the figure drew closer and a hand began running up his thigh he knew that he wasn’t going to be that lucky.
Now:
The hand running up his thigh grew closer to his crotch and began rubbing him in a way that made him want to scream, but he couldn’t in fear that would make the man mad and make this hell more of real. The hand rubbing him began undoing his zipper and he prayed this man would not follow through. He knew he was too small and weak to fight this man off, the other male probably knew that too, but he didn’t wish to be victimized for the simple reason he could prevent it.
The monsters hands we cold as they moved inside his pants to rub him in a more intimate way. Ryan was use to other men touching him, but this was different. This touch was cold and unwanted, not like the warm hands of his lover. Eric! Ryan had almost forgotten about the Latino. He wondered if the older male knew he was gone. He must know, Ryan thought, he was supposed to be coming over; he would have seen Candice’s body.
Eric might know he is missing, but Ryan knew they weren’t going to find him unharmed. That thought brought his mind back to the current situation - two large, cold hands running over his chest, pinching his nipples, turning them to pebbles. He noticed with discussed that he was hard. How could his body get aroused by these hands touching him? Was he really that pathetic that he couldn’t control his own body?
“Boss, we got a situation.” A new voice called. Ryan thanked God as the unwanted touches on his body stopped.
“You touched lucky baby,” he whispered in Ryan's ear, breath tickling it “but next time, you all mine.” With one final squeeze to Ryan's cock, he stood and began retreating towards the stairs.
Ryan breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally alone, glad that the abuse was prevented for the time being, giving the team a little longer to save him.
“Eric” Ryan whispered “please find me; I don’t know how long I have until he does something to break me.” Tears fell from his eyes, and his pleas for safety fell on deaf ears.