I still Love You [Part 2 of 2]
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: I Still Love You [Part 2 of 2]
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 035.Bonus: I'm poisoned from the very moment.
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Rating: NC-17 for rape
Word Count: 722
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Warning: Warning, this has rape in it. If You don’t like that, then don’t read it.
Author Notes: Written for 30_nights prompt. Also, I’ve tweaked the situation a bit so that Mikey is Bob’s younger brother. Hope you enjoy.
Part 1
Ten fucking years! You did it to me for ten fucking years until I broke. At first it was most nights, almost every night in fact. Then as you found men who would give it up willing, it became less frequent, maybe once or twice a week. Then maybe once or twice a month. Then after eight long years it became once or twice a year, and I thanked the God I no longer believed in, for that break. Then, oh yes there is another then, but then, the guys became few and far between and the drugs became more and you started doing it to me again most nights.
Almost every night you would come home wasted, mad, horny and you’d violate me. I’ve stopped showering afterwards now, because it does no good, I’m still filthy. You always apologize and I always forgive you, but not tonight. No tonight the tables have turned. I took three pills and drank a full bottle of that clear liquid. I got wasted and you got mad, but I had the upper hand this time. Your years of alcohol and drug abuse had weakened you.
I did what you did to me that first time. I shoved you to your bed, let my hands roam your body, forced you to take me in your mouth, forced you to swallow what I had deposited in your mouth, and then I did the worst part. I violated you and I fucking loved it. After all these years, I was the one breaking you. I thrust into you as you screamed in pain, as the tears welled in your eyes, as those same tears poured down your face. I talked to you the whole time, you’re so tight, so hot, so sexy, just what I needed. Everything I had ever heard you say to me. I repeated those filthy words over and over again. At one point the tears dried up and you went limp, you kept whimpering, but you didn’t struggle any longer. I finally finished the act, spilling my seed into you, my second orgasm in ten years. I pulled out, kissed you and laid down next to you and fell asleep.
When I woke I found you doing exactly what I had done that first time, standing under the scorching hot water scrubbing your bleeding skin. I stopped you and took you to the hospital. I recognized the doctor; she had treated me many times before for the same thing. She sighed as she saw you, shook her head and bandaged you up. She wanted to admit you to the mental ward and I told her no. I know why you did it, and her doctors don’t help. She didn’t like it, but she had no choice. I took you home and didn’t bother to ask for forgiveness. I, unlike you, didn’t need it. I felt justified in doing it to you; after all you’ve been doing it to me for ten years. So one time is nothing.
You just stared at the wall as I came into the room and funnily enough you apologized to me. Asked me to forgive you. I snorted, not this time. This time I wouldn’t give you my forgiveness because this time it wasn’t you.
Funnily enough it became a regular thing with us. You’d take me and I’d take you, it became a dance of sorts. Some people, if they saw us now, five years after I first violated you, some people might call it a relationship. But it’s not, merely because we’re bothers and brothers don’t have sex together do they? Oh no, they violate each other. Even if we moan now, even if we both get off, even if we cuddle afterwards, even if we kiss willingly, even if we do it every night, even if we’ve sworn off everybody else but each other, even if we experiment, do it in different positions and different rooms, even if we do it in the day light, in the shower, on the deck, even if we say those three little words, it’s not a relationship it’s violation. Plain and simple. Because we are brothers first and foremost, and after all brothers don’t do that sort of thing.
But you know what? No matter what.
I still love you.
Title: I Still Love You [Part 2 of 2]
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 035.Bonus: I'm poisoned from the very moment.
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Rating: NC-17 for rape
Word Count: 722
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Warning: Warning, this has rape in it. If You don’t like that, then don’t read it.
Author Notes: Written for 30_nights prompt. Also, I’ve tweaked the situation a bit so that Mikey is Bob’s younger brother. Hope you enjoy.
Part 1
Ten fucking years! You did it to me for ten fucking years until I broke. At first it was most nights, almost every night in fact. Then as you found men who would give it up willing, it became less frequent, maybe once or twice a week. Then maybe once or twice a month. Then after eight long years it became once or twice a year, and I thanked the God I no longer believed in, for that break. Then, oh yes there is another then, but then, the guys became few and far between and the drugs became more and you started doing it to me again most nights.
Almost every night you would come home wasted, mad, horny and you’d violate me. I’ve stopped showering afterwards now, because it does no good, I’m still filthy. You always apologize and I always forgive you, but not tonight. No tonight the tables have turned. I took three pills and drank a full bottle of that clear liquid. I got wasted and you got mad, but I had the upper hand this time. Your years of alcohol and drug abuse had weakened you.
I did what you did to me that first time. I shoved you to your bed, let my hands roam your body, forced you to take me in your mouth, forced you to swallow what I had deposited in your mouth, and then I did the worst part. I violated you and I fucking loved it. After all these years, I was the one breaking you. I thrust into you as you screamed in pain, as the tears welled in your eyes, as those same tears poured down your face. I talked to you the whole time, you’re so tight, so hot, so sexy, just what I needed. Everything I had ever heard you say to me. I repeated those filthy words over and over again. At one point the tears dried up and you went limp, you kept whimpering, but you didn’t struggle any longer. I finally finished the act, spilling my seed into you, my second orgasm in ten years. I pulled out, kissed you and laid down next to you and fell asleep.
When I woke I found you doing exactly what I had done that first time, standing under the scorching hot water scrubbing your bleeding skin. I stopped you and took you to the hospital. I recognized the doctor; she had treated me many times before for the same thing. She sighed as she saw you, shook her head and bandaged you up. She wanted to admit you to the mental ward and I told her no. I know why you did it, and her doctors don’t help. She didn’t like it, but she had no choice. I took you home and didn’t bother to ask for forgiveness. I, unlike you, didn’t need it. I felt justified in doing it to you; after all you’ve been doing it to me for ten years. So one time is nothing.
You just stared at the wall as I came into the room and funnily enough you apologized to me. Asked me to forgive you. I snorted, not this time. This time I wouldn’t give you my forgiveness because this time it wasn’t you.
Funnily enough it became a regular thing with us. You’d take me and I’d take you, it became a dance of sorts. Some people, if they saw us now, five years after I first violated you, some people might call it a relationship. But it’s not, merely because we’re bothers and brothers don’t have sex together do they? Oh no, they violate each other. Even if we moan now, even if we both get off, even if we cuddle afterwards, even if we kiss willingly, even if we do it every night, even if we’ve sworn off everybody else but each other, even if we experiment, do it in different positions and different rooms, even if we do it in the day light, in the shower, on the deck, even if we say those three little words, it’s not a relationship it’s violation. Plain and simple. Because we are brothers first and foremost, and after all brothers don’t do that sort of thing.
But you know what? No matter what.
I still love you.