A/N: Hey guys I wanted to try an Ollie/Roy story. I just have writer's block so bad at the minute! I'm also dreading the finale of YJ because something within my gut is telling me that Roy won't make it. Don't tell me anything if anyone has already seen it. Here's the first chapter of Healing Touch. Trust me I have written it right. And I understand that this probably won't be to everyone's taste.

Chapter 1: Another Day

Star City 1994,

16 April, 7:30 PDT

Birds chirped in Star City as sunlight streamed through the curtains of a previously darkened room. As it slowly spread through the room purple walls were slowly being revealed. A pine wood dresser was illuminated, showing a first aid kit with bandages out on the side. Blood stains were shown on the fluffy white rug that was in the middle of the mahogany wood floor. There was a sleeping boy within the tangled lilac bedsheets. He had blonde hair that fell into his (when open) piercing sky blue eyes. His young face was scrunched up in fear as he twisted and turned within his sheets trying to escape his imaginary monster. Sweat beaded on his head as he struggled with this unseen force.

Suddenly the boy jolted awake with a bloodcurdling scream. Once he realised where he was he paled and glanced at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was 7:32 in the morning. His now wide fear-filled eyes shot towards his firmly shut bedroom door as he held his breath. He hoped against that he hadn't waked anyone. If he had, he would be in for it. Unless it was his mother then he'd be fine.

BANG!

He flinched as he heard his parents' bedroom door be thrown open. Damn it! I'm so dead! The sixteen year old thought with dread as he cowered under his covers, just waiting for the monster that would storm through his door.

BANG!

"Boy! What are you screaming about! You have just ruined my day! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" A purple-faced man shouted as soon as he was through the door. He was tall about 6 foot and had blonde locks that were wavy slightly and rested neatly on his head. He had forest green eyes that were set in a glare at his son. His nose was straight and his mouth was set in a firm scowl. He was currently wearing a bathrobe but to the boy he still looked intimidating.

"I-I'm s-sorry F-father," stuttered the child from within his covers. "I-it won't happen again." Please leave, please leave. The teenager thought as he shook with fear.

The man just smirked and took a knife from his bathrobe and advanced towards the shuddering lump that was his son. "No, it won't will it child. Not after I'm finished with you." He whispered to the young adult as he revealed a gag. "Now be a good boy for daddy and let me put this gag on you. Wouldn't want to wake your mother, would you lad?"

The teen was now near tears as he re-surfaced from his safe-haven. He shook his head in a negative way and just sighed and prepared himself for the pain that would follow. He took the gag from his father and put it over his mouth as the person who was meant to care for him cut deeply into his flesh. He sobbed silently in pain, despair and fear as the cuts got so numerous that he couldn't count them.

It seemed like a lifetime before Collin finished cutting into his son's skin (in places where they could be covered easily, of course). When he had finished he sneered at his son and kicked him in the ribs. "Get up you good-for-nothing freak! Get dressed and get ready for school!" Collin whisper-shouted as his wife was still fast asleep.

"Yes Father," the boy replied dejectedly as he got out of bed. Before he could do anything else, Collin groped at his son's nether regions. The poor boy never saw it coming therefore he let out a loud moan as pleasure raced through his body. Collin smirked and pushed his son back on the bed. "Your dear mother hasn't given me anything for weeks, boy." He whispered coyly into his victim's ear. "So you're going to please me, aren't you son?" As he finished the sentence his squeezed at his son's covered sack once again.

"Oh God! Dad! I, no, please stop!" The boy shouted as pleasure once again raced through his body. Collin's hand slowly worked its way into his pants and gripped his limp member and started pumping. "You will like it. Don't knock it till you've tried it, Ollie." Collin whispered seductively into his son's ear.

Oliver Queen panted in pleasure as his sadistic father worked him. "Stop! I don't – Ohhhh!" Ollie started to say before he cut himself off with a moan.

"You love it don't you, Ollie? You want me don't you boy?" Collin whispered into Ollie's ear.

Ollie moaned once again as Collin squeezed his now erect penis. "No, pant, I, huff inhale, don't. I, gasp, hate, moan, you!" Ollie said between breaths.

"You want me to stop? Fine." Collin said indifferently as he stopped pleasuring his only son. Ollie let loose a moan of disappointment. He glared intensely at his father as he tried to catch his breath. "Aww, did you want me to finish?" Collin asked mockingly, watching with devious eyes as his son sighed with dejectedness and nodded slowly.

I wish someone would help me get out of this, Ollie thought despondently.

A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I know it's short and possibly boring but I had to set the scene. Please review?

MyLittleAngelxxx