Title: A Sick Love

Warnings: Rape not really, gayness

I woke up suddenly. I was gagged and I was tied up. I started squirming, trying, and failing, to untie the rope. "You finally woke up. You'll listen and do as I say." What was Ian doing?

"I'm gonna untie you, and you're gonna stretch yourself for me, okay, sweet cheeks?" Oh my god, what is he gonna do? My eyes went wide. He was cutting the rope and once he finished, he threw me down on the ground and said, "Do what I said, bitch, or it'll be worse." I slowly took off my pants and boxers. He threw a bottle of lube at me and yelled "Get to going before I get really excited." He took out a knife from a bag. I quickly took off my pants and boxers.

I uncap the lube and hastily put some on my fingers. I quickly stretched myself and when I was done, Ian lifted me up on the bed and kissed me sweetly. What the fuck is wrong with him? I shoved him off of me. "You just made it worse." He took the knife and stroked it along my cheek. He made a small but very deep slash in my cheek. It stung and blood dripped down my face. Ian leaned down and licked up my face. I felt disgusted, but I didn't want to get hurt. Ian pulled down his pants and boxers. He quickly thrusted into me. I screamed out in surprise and pain. He slowed down and the pain soon turned into pleasure. I was ashamed that I was enjoying it. I felt violated, but I loved it. He leaned down and kissed me. He traced his tongue over my lip and I opened my mouth, welcoming his tongue. He hit my sweet spot and I moaned. Smirking, he started to thrust harder and faster at that same spot. "Ian, shit, FASTER! Oooh, so good." I constantly moaned and blubbered incoherently until we both screamed out, climaxing together.

He collapsed on the bed beside me. We were both exhausted. Ian started to cry. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I practically raped you! I am such an idiot!"

"Why did you do it in the first place?" I asked. "I thought the only way you would love me is if I forced you to." He answered.

"Ian, you could've just asked me, because I've been in love with you for awhile. You didn't have to do this, even though I did end up enjoying it."

"I'm so sorry, Ant. I love you"

"Love you too, Ian. You're forgiven." And they fell asleep

Fin.

A/N: I don't know anymore. Goodbye.