Summary: Logan's deep-seated anger towards his father manifests itself in a way Rory never thought possible. Not nice. Set during season six.

Disclaimer: Ownership, etc. belongs to ASP and friends. The title is taken from the Tori Amos song "Me and a Gun" which is subject matter related.

I Sang Holy, Holy

Rory Gilmore unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Logan Huntzberger. "Logan? Are you here? How did the meeting with your father go?" she rang out while starting to unload everything in her arms.

"There you are. I've been waiting for you to get home." He was by the bed in their loft, gazing across the room at her. His voice was a hiss and she shivered involuntarily; something about him seemed different, she couldn't tell what. His usually warm brown eyes glittered black as he motioned for her to come over to him. Rory complied, dropping her bag and books by the couch.

"Logan, I can't stay, I need to go back to the library to—" She was cut off by his bruising lips on hers, his hand forcefully holding her head to his.

"No." His voice was hard: it carried none of the playful teasing it usually did when he was trying to persuade her to do something.

"No, Logan, I really have to finish my paper." Her objections went unheard.

"You're staying here." He pushed her jacket off her shoulders, his knees walking her towards the bed until she was leaning back over it. He started on her shirt, roughly pulling and grabbing at the fabric while trying to force it over her head. He gave up, and squeezed her shoulders tightly.

"Logan, you're hurting me."

"I don't care," he growled. "It's going to be about what I want, for a change, and I want you. Right now."

"And if I don't?"

"Not an option." With that he pushed her all the way back on the bed. "Take off your skirt. Now!"

"Logan, please, you're scaring me, please don't do this," Rory pleaded. He advanced on her, not waiting for her to remove her own skirt but instead tearing it and her underwear off her and pinning her legs down with his knees. He had taken off all his own clothes as he was moving toward, and his erection was jabbing her in the stomach. Her own body betrayed her as she felt all the heat rush to her face and wetness pooling in her center, which Logan noticed as well.

"You're wet for me, you want it, you can't deny it," he whispered tauntingly, his hands pinning hers above her head. His eyes seemed to look at her, but not see her, and Rory was petrified of this rage haze he was in. One of his hands reached down to roughly swipe up through her folds and then pinched her clit hard. "He may control me, but I can control you."

He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her, and Rory struggled against the now weaker grip he had on her wrists. She managed to get one hand free and started punching at his shoulders, scratching at him. "Get off of me! You're hurting me!"

"Do not fight me," he growled menacingly before bit down on her neck.

Rory knew then that this wasn't a game and this wasn't going to be over until he got what he wanted. She ceased her struggles, hoping that if she appeared to be compliant he would finish sooner and she would hurt less. She had never seen this side of him, never seen him this angry and with such a need for domination. It was the most scared she had ever been. She didn't know when she had started crying, but the rivers of salt water trailed down her face and burned the bite marks and scratches on her neck.

Logan reached for her hips. "Turn over." It was another order, and she must have not moved fast enough because it was repeated with a hard slap on the side of her leg. "I said, turn over!" She scrambled in the bed, looking for something to hold on to, that she could distract herself with, when she felt him grab her ass and pull her towards him. Rory was completely unprepared for his entire length to impale her all at once, sending a searing pain through the middle of her body. He invaded her again and again, the force of his thrusts pushing her face into the pillow she desperately clung to. She was sobbing now, but it was muffled by the pillow. She was thankful for that, certain that if he heard them she would be hurting even more than she already was.

Logan's thrusts became erratic; he was almost there, thank god for that. She didn't think she could take much more before she completely broke. He slammed into her one last time before emitting a "Holy fuck, Rory!" and a series of grunts. He emptied himself inside of her and then immediately pushed her off him like she was just a common whore to use, abuse and leave.

Rory lay there, face smashed into the pillow, still crying for what seemed like hours but was really only a few minutes. She could hear Logan trying to catch his breath beside her, but she didn't think she could look at him just yet. She finally raised her head from the pillow only to see him staring at her, his eyes wide.

"I think I'm going to go stay at my mom's tonight." She winced in anticipation of the anger and possible violence that was sure to follow such defiance, but it never came.

"Rory, I'm so, so sorry," Logan tried, reaching over to touch her arm.

"No, Logan, that was unforgivable. We'll talk about this tomorrow when you're completely out of this rage blackout you're in." Her voice was eerily calm given the thousand emotions that were swirling around inside her at that moment. She dressed hastily and grabbed her coat and bag and walked out of the apartment without a backward glance.

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"What the fuck just happened in here, mate?" Finn asked as he opened the apartment door. "We just saw Rory racing out of the building, crying, looking awfully disheveled." He and Colin stopped when they saw Logan sitting at the edge of the bed, still naked, staring at his hands. He looked up, brown eyes sad and full of disbelief.

"I think I…" Logan trailed off.

"You think you what?" Colin asked.

"I think I just raped Rory."

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AN: Obviously, I am a little twisted. Review and tell me what you think! There will probably be a few chapters, as Rory and Logan clearly need some rehabilitation and closure, but this was started on a whim so I have no idea where to take the next step. Suggestions and reviews are always welcome!

margaret