Cliches by vinsmouse
Chapters1. 1
Characters: Bo/Luke; Bo/OMC
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard or any of the characters from it. I am making no profit.
Warnings:hurt/comfort;slash;attempted rape
This is my first posted story and my first Dukes story, please review and let me know how I'm doing. Thank you
I know it's a cliche, but it really was a dark and stormy night when I first realized my love for Bo had changed. We had been driving on the Nascar circuit for several months and for the past two weeks I had been really out of sorts. Looking back I know I was fighting my feelings for Bo, but at the time I only knew spending time with him was making me tense and unsure. Unfortunately it came out as anger, which fool that I am I diredted at Bo, the only innocent in this tale. I can hear him in his room, hear his sobs, I want so badly to go to him, to comfort him. How can I when it's my fault he's suffering, if I hadn't gotten angry he wouldn't have left. He wouldn't have gone into that bar for shelter from the storm, which blew up out of nowhere, kinda like I did.
After he left I continued to nurse my anger, when the storm began I didn't even notice at first. As I became aware of the storm, my eyes landed on the newspaper article, the reason for our fight. It told of how a couple had been brutally murdered while walking in the park. When I saw that article all I could think of was Bo, of how him and Kim had gone for a walk in that same park just three nights before the murder. Suddenly I couldn't breathe, the fear was overwhelming, the anger came when Bo tried to dismiss my concerns. We both said things we shouldn't have until finally he stormed out of our apartment, right into a nightmare. There I stood listening to the storm and thinking about the murder, the longer Bo was gone the more concerned I became. I kept telling myself he'd be okay, he can take care of himself, he's probably with Kim. My concern turned to real fear when I called Kim and he wasn't there, it had been storming for about an hour and he had been gone for about an hour and a half, and I was getting more afraid with every minute.
I kept telling myself it was crazy, but I went looking for him anyway, as I drove I realized the tension, the anger and the fear were all things I had felt to this extreme once before, the first time I fell in love. But that would mean I was in love with Bo, how could that be. Sure, I had been with men a couple of times in the marines, it never meant anything, it was just about relief, just sex. This was different and then I saw the bar, it was the first place I had seen open since leaving the apartment. I knew it was a gay bar, but I thought Bo might have gone in looking for shelter from the storm.
The bartender tried to tell me he hadn't seen Bo all night, but the look in his eyes told a different story. I grabbed his arm and twisted, told him I had no problem breaking it if he didn't tell me what I wanted to know, what I needed to know. He pointed to a back room, when I opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes. This animal had Bo cuffed to the bed and still Bo fought the guy. At first I just stared, frozen in shock at the sight before me. Bo, my cousin, the man I loved was about to be raped, his jeans and boxers had been removed and his wrists were bleeding from fighting the cuffs. He was covered in cuts and bruises and that animal was positioned between his legs about to enter him, when I came into the room. The animal, I can't call him a man, rose from the bed, he was huge about 6'7" and at least 250 pounds of solid muscle. He demanded to know who I was, when I told him I was the man who loved Bo and to get his hands off of him, he laughed and said I could have what was left when he was done. As he reached to grab me so he could throw me out of the room, I grabbed his arm and propelled him into the door with all of the force I could, instantly knocking him out.
I found the keys for the cuffs on a table by the bed, after I released Bo, I cuffed the animal to a pipe in the adjoining bathroom. My heart broke as I approached Bo only to have him flinch away from me, it took a few minutes but I finally got through to him, I helped him get dressed, I wanted to call the cops but I couldn't after Bo begged me not to. He just wanted to go home, to be safe, I couldn't deny him, not after what he had been through. A part of me wishes I had killed that animal for what he did to Bo, but I know that would only cause him more pain. He would blame himself for my being in prison, and all of this would come out. I can't put him through that, I just wished I knew how to help him.
I don't know if he heard my declaration of love, if he did how will he feel about it, me, after what he's just experienced. If he didn't hear it, how do I tell him, should I tell him? How do I comfort him without causing him more pain? But I have to try, I can't stand to hear his sobs and do nothing. I just hope I don't hurt him or scare him, he doesn't need or deserve either. As I enter the room I see him huddled under the covers, as though he's trying to hide from the world, I sit on the bed and reach to touch him. My heart breaks a little more when he cringes, and then suddenly he's in my arms sobbing brokenly, saying he's sorry, he didn't want what was happening in that room, "please don't hate me" he whispers. Oh God, how could he think I could ever hate him or blame him for what happened, it takes some doing but I finally get him calmed down enough to talk. I ask him what happended, he tells me he went into that bar to get away from the storm, he was there awhile and had a couple of beers before he realized it was a gay bar, he asked where a payphone was planning to call a cab. When he went into the back hall to use the phone was when that animal grabbed him and shoved him into that room, he fought with everything he had. When he found himself cuffed to the bed and felt his jeans being removed he fought and begged for him to stop but it did no good.
He shyly looks at me and in a scared, soft voice asks me if I meant it when I said I loved him, I couldn't answer right away, I had to know how he felt first. As I looked into Bo's eyes, his beautiful blue eyes I saw love shining back at me, slowly I lowered my lips to his, afraid in case I misread that look. My heart soars as he shyly returns my kiss, I ask if he's sure, he tells me he has loved me for years, he was just afraid to tell me, afraid I would hate him. We talked long into the night finally falling asleep in each other's arms, only to be awakened a couple of hours later by the first of Bo's nightmares. After a month of nightmares and fears, Bo confessed to me his desire to go home, to the farm. I can't blame him, it feels almost like running away but I understand his need to feel safe. Maybe when we go home Bo's nightmare can finally end, I'll do anything it takes to help him feel safe and loved.
So, we'll arrive in Hazzard soon, home, to see Jesse and Daisy again will be great, I just hope they can accept the changes in our relationship. After Coy and Vance leave, we tell Uncle Jesse and Daisy that we're together now and we love each other, at first they are shocked but as they digest the news they tell us they're happy for us. So maybe we'll get to live another cliche, "and they lived happily ever after."