So this Fic is very different to the fluff I usually write. If you are sensitive to swearing, violence and torture, DO NOT READ. Of course, it does have little nuggets of fluff amongst it. Also deals with a lot of homosexuality/homophobia. If you can't handle that, don't read it. Enjoy! – Miss Smosh
"I can't do this anymore, Anthony."
Anthony whipped around to see his best friend and lover, Ian, sitting and staring at his hands folded in his lap.
"What?"
"This," he gestured vaguely at them both. "Us."
"Is this about that thing going around on the internet?"
"They posted on too. Every since we came out, the comments have ben filled with horrible stuff. Stuff like: "Go die you stupid fags" and "I'm going to kill you and your gay fucking boyfriend." It's just…" Ian trailed off.
Anthony turned to Ian. "They aren't really going to hunt us down."
"But there have been reports of murders on the news, Anthony! More than usual."
Anthony put his hands on Ian's shoulders. He pulled the man closer until their foreheads were touching. "I love you, and nothing in the world can change that." He planted a kiss on Ian's lips.
Ian snuggled closer to Anthony and laid his head on his shoulder. "I love you too, always have, always will."
X
"Anthony! Anthony!"
Anthony's head snapped up at Ian's cry. "Ian?" He ran to the study.
"What is it?"
Ian looked up at him, his big blue eyes wide with fear. "They know where we live."
"What?! No way. Impossible!" Anthony sat down beside him and peered at the computer screen. "No way….ummm… here." Anthony pulled over the keyboard and typed:
"Ha, pathetic, you'll have to do better than that!"
"Are you sure that will work?" Ian asked anxiously.
"Positive. Homophobes are so stupid." Anthony grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
Ian smiled pitifully back. The small, sad smile broke Anthony's heart.
"Love you." Anthony said, kissing the top of his head. "Always have."
"Always will." Ian whispered.
X
Anthony's eyes snapped open. Something had woken him up, but he had no idea what. He shut his eyes again and was drifting off to sleep, when he heard a crash. He hastily sat up and swung his legs out of the bed. Silently, he crept over to the door and flicked the light switch.
Nothing happened.
"Fuck," Anthony whispered.
He grabbed his phone from beside his beside his bed, opened the door and crept out, the only illumination coming from his phone screen.
Suddenly, a person dressed all in black jumped out in front of him. It was strange how sleep-foggy mind immediately thought "Manspider!" before he was viciously hit over the head and carpet filled his vision.
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