Author: of Iris
Title: "These Brown Eyes"
Disclaimer: I don't own… But, God I wish I did…
Summary: WIP, rape and slash warnings "I got you…"
Pairing: ZackBooth
Rating: R

A/N: My first Bones fic, and my first sex or rape scene of any kind, ever, so forgive the novice of it.

chapter one

Zack had known it would be a bad idea before it happened at all. Honestly, he loved Angela, but sometimes, she just had bad ideas. He'd come out to her about a month ago, and she'd been pestering him to get a boyfriend ever since.

He finally caved and went with her to a gay bar, and met someone. Only, it didn't work out so well. So, now, he was in the bathroom of a club, fending off the guy who had taken his virginity.

"Look, I don't like you, I don't want you, not like that, not at all. So leave me alone."

The man, Scott Queen, chuckled madly. "You are a fucking tease!" His fist met the side of Zack's head, sending him flying into the wall.

He groaned.

"See? Lying there, legs spread, moaning at me. Could you want me less?"

Scott walk forward, leaned down, tangled his fingers tenderly in Zack's hair, and then yanked it back violently. His other hand drifted to his pants, which distinctly lacked hardness. He screamed and through Zack into the wall again.

Zack whimpered and bit his lip. Scott stood and started walking away. For a brief moment of faint hope, Zack thought he would leave, but he turned on his heel and literally tore Zack's shirt open from the middle.

Zack cried out as the man drew blood from his nipple with his teeth.

Scott grabbed him again, through his pants.

He growled and bit down Zack's stomach. By now, Zack was sobbing freely, muttering, "help… Someone, please…" Under his breath, repeatedly.

Scott flipped him over and stuck his fingers in the dry mouth. "Lick it!" He commanded.

Shaking, Zack tried to wet the fingers with his tongue, but it remained stubbornly parched. "Fine, bitch," Scott said, tugging Zack's pants down. "It's only hurting you."

Zack dully registered the door being kicked open.

"Who the hell are you?"

"FBI, now get the fuck off him!"

There was a struggle, and then Zack felt hands on his cheek, heard someone calling him…

-

"Zack… Zack!" Seeley called, hands firmly on the boy's cheeks. "You gotta answer me, Zack… Come on…"

His eyelids fluttered open. "Agent Booth?" A smile fell on his lips as his face calmed and he passed out in Seeley's arms.

"I got you…" Seeley said, more to himself than Zack.

-

Zack woke up, panting and sweaty and scared at the recognition that this wasn't his bed. He whimpered. Something shifted and he noticed someone in the bed with him, arms draped around Zack's body. He sighed in relief as he noted the figure wearing clothes and laying on top of the blanket tucked around him.

"Zack?"

Familiar brown eyes shown up at him.

"Where am I?" He asked, voice wavering a little.

A warm smile graced his lips before he replied, "you're at my apartment."

Zack looked around. It was dark, but he could see that the place was under decorated, which, coming from Agent Booth, surprised him. "Why? What happened, Agent Booth?"

The smile faltered a little and he seemed reluctant to answer. "Call me Seeley," was all he said.

Zack closed his eyes and bits of the night before flooded his mind. He whimpered again, and a tear ran down his cheek.

Seeley crawled up higher on the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around the boy. "It's alight. You're alright."

Zack shifted in the bed and buried his face in the older man's chest.

"Oh, God…"

He smoothed back his hair… Rubbed his back… Did whatever he could to comfort the genius in his arms.

"Nobody's gonna hurt you… You're alright."

(A/N: Short, sorry… Please review.)