Hey guys! Uh… so I know I really shouldn't be writing another piece, so I'm debating on rather I should post this now, as I go, or wait until I finish one of my pieces first. But that won't be for awhile.
Anyways, I feel I should probably tell you all the reasoning for this piece though. I was doing research for Healing and Veni Vidi Vici, both of which involve male rape. Now, when I was looking stuff up, I didn't bother to use the phrase 'male rape', I just said 'rape.' I figured that would be enough, and that it would apply to both male and female victims. As I was reading I realized that wasn't the case.
Actually, I remember getting very irritated with everything I read, because the websites I used only feminine pronouns. Nothing I looked up even mentioned what a man's reaction would be. So I looked that up specifically, but I guess I've lived an extraordinarily sheltered life, because I was absolutely appalled at the lack of attention this issue was getting.
At one point I even got a PM asking, 'you're piece is very interesting, but I'm confused. How can he be raped? They're both guys.'
So this fic is written to raise awareness to the reality of male rape. This is a very real problem, and I felt I needed to let everyone know my inspiration and why they're reading this.
Now, this is not meant to be easy to read. This is supposed to be kinda horrifying. So, please, if you don't think you can handle that, don't read it. Stick with just reading my AN… that's enough for me. Please don't flame me. You've been warned. Now, on with the story.
The title of the chapter comes from the song, "Good intentions," by Randy Travis. The title of the story is from, "I'm no stranger to the rain," by Keith Whitley. I own none of those or Criminal Minds.
"But Mama, my Intentions were the Best,"
"Hell is paved with good intentions,"
~George Bernard Shaw
"Hello, Mrs. Hines," Spencer Reid greeted his neighbor. His apartment complex was very friendly; everyone knew everyone. He wasn't sure exactly why he chose to live here, being that he was far more comfortable alone than with people, but he loved the neighborly feeling that was in this complex.
Mrs. Hines was an elderly lady that lived on the floor directly below Spencer's apartment, and would watch Spencer's house when he was gone. She had three cats, grey hair, and more grandkids than Spencer, a man with a PhD in Mathematics, cared to count.
"Hello Spencer! How are you today? How was work?" she asked, genuinely curious about his day. Spencer smiled. He loved it when she did this. It was something his mother never could do. Not that he blamed her or anything, but it was nice to be cared for every once and awhile.
"I'm fine Mrs. Hines. Work was uneventful. Just paperwork, but that can be a nice break from all our cases sometimes. How was your day?"
"Oh, you know, same ol' same ol'. I played bridge with the ladies, because you know, Wednesday is bridge day, and anyways, I heard from Shelley that Mrs. Peters' grandson was arrested! Would you believe it Spencer?" she said in her gossipy voice. "Supposedly he stole something or other. His mother bailed him out, though. Now, if he was my son, he would 'a stayed in that nasty ol' cell till he learned his lesson!"
Spencer laughed at her story. She always had some new piece of gossip from 'the ladies' and would tell Spencer about it.
"Bye Mrs. Hines!" he called as he walked up to his apartment, "I'll talk to tomorrow, if I see you."
"You'd better talk to me if you see me, or I'll smack your little behind six ways to Sunday! Don't think I can't Spencer Reid!" Spencer laughed again.
"I have no doubt in mind you could."
He walked up the stairs to his second story apartment and started down the hallway. His apartment was at the far end of the hallway.
"Hey, Dr. Reid," he heard a man say. Spencer turned and saw his neighbor, Mathew, trying to move a chair into his apartment.
"Yeah, Mathew? And I told you, call me Spencer." Spencer was always uncomfortable with people using his title. He preferred either 'Reid' or 'Spencer', and outside of work it was weird to go by last name.
"Do you think you could help me get this chair into my apartment? It's a bit heavy." For a moment, it struck Spencer as odd that he could get it up a flight of stairs on his own, but couldn't get it into his apartment and properly placed, but he shook the thought off as paranoia and said he would, but that he needed to put his bag down in his apartment real quick.
Spencer did as he said he would and went to help Mathew. Spencer grabbed the opposite edge of the chair and lifted.
Spencer was by no means the strongest man, with a skinny frame and more height that muscle, but it was made up by Mathew's large build. He had large arms and legs, broad shoulders and was a few inches taller than Spencer, despite Spencer's already tall height.
"Where do you want this?" Spencer asked the blond man.
"Uh, right over here," said Mathew guiding the chair over towards his living room. They got it positioned, and Spencer said his goodbyes and made to leave.
"Wait, Spencer," said Mathew, placing a hand on the smaller man's shoulder to keep him in place. At this, Reid began to get nervous. There was something about the way Mathew was acting that was odd. Spencer suddenly wanted nothing more than to get the Hell out of Mathew's apartment.
"I-I'm sorry, M-Mathew. I n-need to g-get go-oing," he stuttered.
Mathew's grip on his shoulder tightened painfully and Spencer felt tears rush to his eyes.
"M-Mathew, r-really-" he was cut off when Mathew spun him around quickly and slammed him up against the wall, so he was facing the much bigger man.
He gasped for air as his breath left him and squeaked in shock. Mathew held him against the wall and looked Spencer up and down with hungry blue eyes.
"Mmm," Mathew hummed when Spencer had squealed. "You're so pretty like that, ya know, Spence?"
Reid flinched at the nickname that only JJ had ever used for him.
"Pl-please, d-d-don't," he said, although he knew it would be useless. He'd been profiling long enough to know that.
"But you're so beautiful, Spence," said Mathew, as he caressed Spencer's jaw. Reid shivered. He'd never been touched like this by a man or a woman. He didn't want this to be his first.
"Pl-Please!" Spencer yelled desperately. "Please! You d-don't have t-to do th-this!"
"No, I don't. But I want to," Mathew purred and buried his nose in the crook of Spencer's neck.
Spencer started sobbing loudly and begging incoherently as Mathew kissed his neck and face shoulders up and down.
Mathew finally drew away and looked at Spencer disapprovingly holding him at arms length while Reid weakly struggled.
"Now Spence," he said like he was talking to a child, "as much as I love hearing those beautiful sounds, this is getting annoying. Now, either quiet yourself, or I'll have to gag you. Understand?" Spencer nodded weakly and hung his head, with silent tears running down his face. God Spencer when did you get so damn weak! You should be fighting this more! You think Morgan would let this happen to him? No, because he's a real man! Spencer's self deprecating thoughts only made him cry harded.
He tried to be quiet, he really did, but with some man kissing all over you it's a bit hard. My God Spencer, he hasn't even got to the bad part yet! He hasn't touched you yet! Man up!
"Spence, you know, I hate to do this," said Mathew, "but I did warn you." He tore part of the fabric off Spencer's shirt and shoved it in his mouth, this grabbed a roll of duck-tape out of his back pocket and covered his mouth with it. "And I was really looking forward to seeing those beautiful lips."
He dragged his hands down Spencer's chest, the back up his collar bone, where he laid another kiss, then started to take off Spencer's sweater vest.
Reid's eyes widened and he shook his head in denial. Mathew just lifted the vest off the man and managed to get the smaller man's struggling arms through the holes.
Then he started on the buttons on Reid's button down shirt. Spencer was trying to yell through the gag, but it just came out as muffled complaints.
"Now, Spence, how can we have any fun with all these layers covering you?" he asked, like it was perfectly reasonable. Spencer just sobbed.
He finally got all the buttons down and was kneeling to untuck the shirt. He out his hands on the waist on Spencer's shirt to get it out of his khaki pants, and Spencer started struggling anew. A fist to Spencer's gut put an end to that.
"Not yet, Spence, but soon," said Mathew with a smile as he placed a kiss at the zipper of Spencer's pants, and then stood and took the shirt all the way off.
"Another layer, eh?" asked Mathew, as he began on Spencer's undershirt. And soon enough, Spencer was standing with a only a pair of khaki pants and boxers to keep him away from Mathew.
"Beautiful," said Mathew, looking Spencer's naked chest up and down, before giving it all of his attention, kissing up and down his stomach, biting his nipples, running his hands dangerously close to his hip bones…
Spencer just stood there crying in shame. Finally, Mathew stood back up and grabbed Spencer's arm and started draggin him towards the bedroom….
No! Reid's mind screamed at him. No! This can't be happening!
Spencer started to struggle against Mathew and kicked out, trying to scream. Mathew turned around and backhanded Spencer across the face hard enough to make him bleed.
Spencer's head was reeling from the blow and he hadn't even noticed he was being pushed down onto a bed, until it was too late, and Mathew was already taping Spencer's hand to the bed post, then doing the same to his other limbs, so he was laying spread eagle across the bed, with only a pair of pants on.
Mathew stood above him and smiled. "Just one last thing," he said quietly, before reaching forth and pulling down Spencer's pants and boxers, then frowned when he realized that he couldn't get them over his feet.
Suddenly, Mathew smiled like he had just thought of something, and pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and began to cut off Spencer's pants and underwear, before quickly undressing himself.
Mathew climbed on the bed and straddled Reid's chest, putting his erection in Reid's face. He removed the duct-tape and gag from Spencer's mouth and gripped his jaw to hold it open before growling, "No teeth," and raping Spencer's mouth.
"So, good, Spencer," said Mathew when he finished with that. "Such a good little cock-sucker… although I did most of the work. Spencer was in crying and too far gone, to even consider crying for help.
He was quickly brought back to his senses however, when he felt a sharp pain in his ass. His scream was silenced when Mathew placed a hand over his mouth and started pumping in and out of Spencer, before coming, and moving back up to Spencer's mouth.
And the rest of Spencer's night went that way, with Mathew alternating between mouth and ass, before finally cutting Spencer loose and falling asleep. Spencer cried for what felt like hours, before grabbing one of Mathew's towels to cover himself and running back to his apartment.
"Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too,"
~Aldous Huxley
So there it is! Chapter one! Like it, hate it, whatever? Tell me in a review! Please? I really want to know what ya'll think of this one! So much more that than the others even!
Do you want me to continue, or leave it there?