Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil sadly or any of their sexy characters... They belong to Capcom and this story is for entertainment and not meant to make a profit. ((Unless you're paying with Reviews))
WARNING: YAOI, RAPE, & LANGUAGE
Rhyme's Excuse list for not finishing this earlier: School, Laziness, and The fact that her brother uses the computer for Skyrim all the time, Resident Evil 6, Writer's block.
Feel free to yell at me now :o
::Company::
"All the evil in the world
Pushing down on you
And all the venom in their words
What could you do?
What kind of ignorance
Causes them to be so,
So sick and vile and evil
You did nothing to them
It's just not fair, you don't deserve it.
It's not your fault
You're innocent
It's the world that's wrong
You're innocent"
~Voltaire~ ((Not the philosopher…))
:: ::
"I believe the odds are fair." The blonde stated. "2 on 2?" He held up two fingers and moved them from one side to the other to symbolize the separate sides. "Right Chris?" The man asked as he smirked over at Chris.
The brunette stayed stoic as Jill scowled. She shouted out for Sheva to take care of Wesker while she brought her hand gun up to face Chris. Chris felt like he was watching himself through someone else's eyes as he dodged out of the way of the first of the bullets fired. He continued to dodge and began to wonder how in the world he became so fast and nimble.
Wesker yelled for the women to come out of hiding when the females found out that disappearing from Wesker's sight was their best chance and it was obvious that the blonde was playing with his prey before going in for the kill. Chris tried to yell for Jill and Sheva to be careful, but the words wouldn't come out. He stayed silent as he continued to move swiftly towards the girls and dodged out of the way of their ammunition.
Chris couldn't help but realize that every time he saw his old partner, she would change slightly. When they began fighting, the attractive woman was wearing a blue halter top and a black spandex mini skirt. But after a few encounters, she was wearing the outfit from when Chris last saw her in the Spencer Estate and her beautiful brown hair was now a nearly platinum blonde color and it was put up in a ponytail. Chris knew that something bad would happen. He could feel it coming.
Chris tried to keep away from his oh-so-loved partner but his body wouldn't obey. He attacked her a few times in a narrow hallway with his dual scorpions and a few round house kicks that thankfully never hit Jill, but after the last attempted kick, the female disappeared around the corner. Chris was instantly filled with a sense of dread and he knew that the next time he saw her, whatever was coming would happen.
Again, he tried to keep himself away from her so he wouldn't be able to see whatever was going to happen, and again he found himself unable to control his own actions and emotions. It was as if some other force was controlling him.
He ran after Jill and the closer he ran towards where she was, the more anxiety he had. Finally Chris arrived in the main room of the ruins where they had started their battle. In the middle, Jill, Wesker, and Sheva stood standing in the middle talking. From a distance, it seemed like Jill, who now had her battle suit on, and Sheva had the upper hand. Wesker was defenseless as the two females held guns to him.
Chris jumped from the ledge he was on and ran for them. He couldn't help himself as he hit the African woman from the side and sent her flying across the room. Chris mentally screamed at himself for not being able to stop hurting his important friends and partners. He lunged towards Jill and before she could whirl around and point her gun at him, the brunette man had her pinned on the ground with her arms behind her back. Like a cop holding down a fugitive.
"Chris!" She grit out. "It's me, Jill! Stop!" She struggled against his grip and he only pulled her arms tighter. "Chris!" She yelled again. "Christopher Redfield! I know you're still in there! Snap out of it!"
Chris felt himself gain control of his actions and he immediately let go. He scrambled backwards and looked to Jill and then towards a frustrated looking Wesker. The blonde looked as though he was going to say something, but then was cut off by a scream. Chris looked towards Jill and saw that she was fine. He then looked around for Sheva.
The woman was across the room on the ground writhing in pain. She screamed again and Chris tried to run to her. He was instantly stopped by the same force that held him back before. He growled in rage at the unknown force as he watched the Uroburos tentacles explode from her body.
After a long agonizing moment, the unknown force made Chris' body turn around to face Wesker and Jill. His eyes darted to Jill and she was shaking uncontrollably on the ground. The brunette knew what was happening and fought with every living fiber in his body the overcome the force.
"No!" He yelled enraged, finally finding his voice. He looked to Wesker. "Stop it! Don't do this to her!"
The B.O.W man smirked as he walked toward the two. Although he should have known it would happen, Chris felt despair and desperation overcome him as the blonde completely walked past the squirming Jill. Wesker stopped in front of Chris and leisurely wrapped his arms around the marksman's neck, causing his heat to radiate onto the brunette's body. Chris glared at the man disgusted.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You've known her since the days in S.T.A.R.S and you're going to let her die!?" Chris growled. Wesker raised up a brow.
"I planned for all of you to die that night in the Arklay mountains. It makes no difference to me." Wesker answered seriously.
"What the fuck?! Why am I still alive then?! You're not going to get away with killing them! Your wish to dominate the world won't come true! So stop taking innocent lives in the process!" Chris yelled harshly. He was truly raging. There was nothing to describe the deep loathing he felt for the man.
"'Won't come true', you say?" The blonde man chuckled, ignoring the harshness in the brunette's voice. "But it already has." The blonde looked around proudly. This caused Chris to look around curiously.
The ruins were replaced by a city street lined with burning buildings, Uroburos monsters, and screaming people. Chris looked around helplessly as he watched the scene before him. Wesker leaned his head in and nuzzled Chris' neck.
"This is your world now. You should get used to it."
:: ::
Chris jolted awake to a comfortable warmth which was very much welcomed since the night before was freezing. He also felt restrained as if he was back in his dream and he looked down at himself. From the neck down, he was wrapped snugly in a blanket. Although it wasn't uncomfortable, he couldn't free himself from the cloth when he tried. He struggled and flailed inside the fabric, but still he couldn't undo it.
"What the hell?" Chris pondered. He looked around at his surroundings and found himself in the same corner he had fallen asleep in. It was obvious that Wesker was the one who did this to him and it made Chris wonder what was going through the blonde's mind.
Why would he take in his enemy? It just seemed illogical in Chris' mind. If it was the other way around and Chris by some chance had Wesker hostage, Chris would have immediately eliminated the man. Wesker was too much of a risk to society. Just like Chris was too much of a risk to the blonde's plans.
Chris grimaced when he realized he was thinking in past tense. That meant that there was no more society ((since they were all dead)) and there was no evil master plan ((since the recent one was not stopped)).
"Awake now, Christopher?" An amused voice questioned. Chris looked up wide eyed in surprise at the man in front of him. He had not heard the man come into the room, nor did he see the blonde when he looked around the room before. Wesker smirked at his ex-marksman's reaction.
"It seems you are." The B.O.W man commented before quickly reaching down, grabbing Chris, and throwing the man over his shoulder.
Stunned, Chris just let himself be carried by the man, but by the time Wesker had carried him halfway through the room, the brunette was squirming as he tried to get out of the grip and the blanket that held him.
"Let go!" He demanded, furious that his most hated enemy was touching him. He knew that the blonde was taking him somewhere else in the building and frankly, Chris didn't trust it.
Wesker just kept walking, ignoring the complaints. He paused for a moment and Chris couldn't see what was happening, but he heard the click of a door, which proved Chris' theory correct. Wesker resumed walking for a short moment then suddenly dropped Chris onto the ground, making the brunette wince on impact. The brunette quickly looked around and saw that he was sitting on the floor of a small bathroom.
"What?" Chris asked in confusion as he looked up at the blonde in question.
"I would imagine that you would want to cleanse yourself?"
Chris stared up at Wesker, trying to figure out if the man had good intentions or not.
Wesker, reading the mistrust in the brunette's eyes, quickly squatted down and tugged at different sides of the blanket wrapped around Chris. Swiftly, the blanket was off of Chris and Wesker was walking out the door without another word.
The brunette stared at the doorway for a bit, wondering if the blonde was going to come back. He got to his feet and walked towards the door slowly and poked his head out. He saw the room he was originally in but no Wesker. He walked out into the room and looked around at the emptiness. The room looked bigger than he remembered it the night before. It was almost like a suite with no furniture. He looked at the walls and found that all of them but one was made of glass. Not including the ceiling or the floor. The wall that wasn't made of glass had two doors. One for the bathroom, and the other, Chris assumed, was the entrance.
The brunette crept towards the second door and tried to open it, but he could tell by the way the handle wouldn't move, that it was locked.
His brows knit together in annoyance as he looked around the room again for something he missed.
After a moment of searching, he sighed and walked back to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and took a long good look at himself. He had some stubble growing on his face and some specks of dirt but besides that, he looked okay. He also noticed that he didn't have dark circles under his eyes like when he did when he was with Sheva. He was never able to sleep throughout their whole mission.
The thought of the African woman made Chris' stomach do a little flip-flop. He missed her company along with Jill's.
Again, he refused to think about them and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Realizing that Wesker would probably come back soon, Chris hurried to use the restroom and shower while he still had his privacy.
He was just stepping out of his freezing cold shower when he saw Wesker in the doorway. He paused and narrowed his eyes at the man.
"Yes?" He asked sharply, not bothering to keep the acid in his voice in check.
The blonde looked at him and only smirked.
"I just thought you'd appreciate another pair of clothes." he said as he tilted his head towards the sink counter. Chris followed his gaze and saw that there was a towel and a pile of clothes. Chris looked back at Wesker suspiciously as he left the shower and got the towel. He securely wrapped it around his waist when a thought hit him.
Wesker wasn't one to go out of his way for someone. Now that Chris thought about it, he realized that the blonde had been nice. Too nice in fact. The brunette had been given a blanket, a shower, and now clothes by this man. This caused Chris to go on high alert.
"What's the catch?" Chris asked cautiously.
"Why Christopher," the blonde purred. "I'm hurt that you think I don't do things out of kindness." he paused for a moment then smirked. "I suppose you know me too well." The blonde blurred from sight and was instantly grabbing Chris and pulling him into a rough dominating kiss.
Chris flailed in surprise and tried pushing at the man. He was rewarded with a harsh bite on his bottom lip and the brunette winced, tasting blood.
Chris put his hands on the other man's shoulders and gave a huge shove but it didn't move Wesker. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Chris' wet cold hair and yanked back harshly. And just as it had happened, Wesker's mouth had replaced the brunette's lips for his completely vulnerable throat.
Chris gasped as he felt Wesker nibble his neck and went completely still as overly sharpened teeth grazed his Adam's Apple. A shiver went down his spine as he realized if the blonde wished, he could rip his throat out without an issue.
Chris didn't fight back, for fear of his safety, and he only let out quiet growls as Wesker began nipping at his throat. After a few moments of torture, the blonde let go of the brunette, who instantly slumped to the floor in relief, and was walking quickly out of the bathroom.
"Hurry up and get dressed. You still have to go on a tour."
:: ::
A hotel. Chris realized as he walked down the flights of stairs. That was where Wesker had taken him. A perfect place for necessities, Chris thought logically.
When he reached the last step, a door was in his way. He hesitated, trying to imagine what things would look like outside in the real world. As soon as he opened this evacuation door, he would be vulnerable.
The B.O.W man cleared his throat from behind Chris as an impatient gesture. Chris huffed as he tried to think logically.
Wesker could be doing this so I'll be killed by those creatures... He may also actually be planning to kill me himself, while we're out there.
He shook his head slightly and pushed open the door slowly. The strong smells of smoke and decay filled his senses and he coughed viciously to purge his body from the smell.
"Not used to the smell, are you?" Wesker asked and Chris could hear the amusement in the man's voice.
The brunette just ignored him and tried to take tiny breaths of air at a time as his coughing fit passed. When he felt better about breathing, he looked towards the blonde, ready to get this horrific part over with.
The B.O.W man smirked as he turned away and started walking down the ruined street. Unsure of what to do, Chris stood there for a short moment but hurried after Wesker once he lost sight of the blonde.
Chris looked around as he went by and took note of the ruined buildings. He flinched slightly at a few structures which held some of the squirming black forms. He kept imagining that one would just randomly turn and attack him and Chris stayed on high alert. At one point, he felt eyes watching him and he had a gut feeling that the creatures, of course, noticed him. And the brunette prepared himself for the attack but surprisingly, he was left alone.
As he hurried along, he realized that Wesker couldn't have gone as far as Chris was now and it caused a sense of helplessness and panic to overcome the brunette. He looked around frantically for any sign of the blonde before he made himself relax.
He's not here right now. I can get away from him. Why the hell am I trying to look for him? I don't need to depend on that bastard. I'm free.
With a slight sense of hope, Chris gave one last quick look at his surroundings before deciding that the coast was clear. He hurried back the way he came for a moment before ducking into a debris-free alleyway. He headed in that direction for a bit, crossing streets, dodging the black scurrying creatures, and ducking through alleys, before he decided to take a break.
He slid down to the ground with his back against the ruins of a small office building, off to the side of a large park. He took a deep breath and let it out, enjoying how the smell of decay wasn't as strong as before. Somehow, the brunette found himself able to relax, even under the circumstances. He let himself stare up at the cloudy, blue sky as he thought of which plan of action to take.
I could always go home. Grab some supplies and live like a scavenger for the rest of my life. Or there's always the B.S.A.A office. I could travel there and look for survivors. Surely not everyone is dead. There had to be someone who was prepared for this.
Chris sat there and thought for a long time, nearly an hour, as he amused himself with plans, his freedom, and what different shapes of clouds there were. But after he realized how much time he wasted, he scrambled to his feet and decided he would find a weapon.
Surely someone out there left a stash of weapons just waiting to be picked up. He thought with a slight reassurance.
He was about to hurry on his way towards any place that seemed to hold protective gear when he felt eyes boring into him again. He tensed up and looked around for the little black monsters but didn't find anything. He shrugged at the eerie feeling he was having and turned down a narrow alley.
Even though Chris couldn't find any proof that he was being watched, his gut feeling kept telling him that he was. He felt paranoid and vulnerable walking through the small alleys, but he kept reminding himself that he was better off than with Wesker.
As soon as Chris reached the street outside of the alleyway, he instantly regretted moving from his daydreaming spot. In front of him, the street was lined with bodies and the Uroburos creatures. He mentally groaned and tried backing up slowly and cautiously, but before he was anywhere close to being hidden, nearly all the creatures turned to him in sync, as if they were all connected by one force.
The B.S.A.A member felt his eyes go wide as he began to panic and calculate an escape. He was just about to make his move and run for it when he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around as fast as he could and came face to face with the B.O.W man he hated most. He nearly fell over in shock but his feet, surprisingly, kept supporting him.
"And to what, should I assume, were you up to?" The blonde asked, no emotion giving him away.
"Trying to figure out where the hell you went and where I am." Chris loosely lied.
"So that explains why you went in the opposite direction of where you saw me last." Wesker spoke with sarcasm laced through his voice.
He's been tailing me this whole time….
"I… ", Chris looked for an appropriate answer as the blonde waited for him to reply. "Gave up and tried to find my way back."
Wesker smirked and took a step towards Chris.
"Christopher," He purred. "In all the times I've encountered you, you still don't know how to tell a decent lie."
In the blink of an eye, he ran at Chris and sent the B.S.A.A member flying backwards towards the creatures that stood there watching.
Dazed, Chris laid there for a moment trying to figure out what was happening. That was when he saw movement in the corner of his eye. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet just in time for a large glob of tentacles to smash into the ground just inches from where he was before. He shot a hateful glare to his right at the blonde, who was now leaning against the wall, smirking.
"Bastard..." He hissed right before he felt something smash into his left side. The shock of the hit caused the brunette's reaction time to slow and before Chris could anticipate the landing, he was laying on the ground again. This time though, he was quicker. He immediately jumped up and turned to face one of the Uroburos monsters. Chris tried to recall the name of it as he thought about his strategy.
Makno… Mokon? Mkono? Ah hell. Screw it! With that thought, he dodged out of the way of an oncoming attack. Instantly, the brunette spun with his fist ready and aimed and landed a good hit on the arm of the monster. What Chris failed to expect though, was the fact that a few of the many tentacles latched onto his arm and held him there. Chris felt a stinging pain run through his arm and he pulled back hard. Successfully removing his arm from the monster and falling backwards.
The marksman looked over his shoulder again at Wesker and found that the blonde was still watching with a smirk. This caused the blood to boil in Chris' veins.
"You're a fucking asshole! You know that?!" He shouted as he lunged towards Wesker in a blind rage. He grabbed ahold of the older man's wrist and it was obvious that he had no intention to fight back. He ignored the observation and brought his fist back to punch the man, but was knocked off balance by another glob of tentacles that hit him. He released the blonde as he flew sideways and caught himself from falling on the ground.
A few of the tentacles wrapped themselves around Chris' body while the others fell to the ground. The brunette could feel the sting of where the creatures rubbed against his body and he started flailing his arms all over the surface of himself to get free. At the same time 2 of the Mkono creatures joined the first and now there were three.
"Shit…." Chris cursed quietly. "Not good…."
:: ::
It had felt like forever and now Chris was at his breaking point. He had been dodging and attacking for God knows how long and he was done.
He was somehow able to take down one of the 3 tentacle beings but in its place, more came.
This isn't fair…. It's just not fucking fair… He gave a loud exasperated/exhausted puff of air in between his panting and he felt like his head was going to explode from frustration and exhaustion.
He was now pressed up against a wall, surrounded by his enemies. He felt his legs shake then give out and dots blurred across his vision as he sat there. He knew that he was done for. He had fought and tried to get away furiously for the longest time, but now it was getting dark and all of his muscles were shaking from over-exertion.
When the creatures got extremely close, Chris looked up and casted a final glance at the person he truly hated. Even through the haziness, Chris could still see the outline of the B.O.W man's body against the same wall he was at before.
Chris had just enough strength to raise his arm up, smirk slightly, and flip Wesker off.
I'm done with this. I'm not going to put up with you and your twisted game anymore. Have fun ruling your world.
He let his arm fall back to his side and he closed his eyes as he accepted that he was done for. He waited for the impact of the final blow, but nothing happened. He heard a few grunts from in front of him and opened his eyes. He waited or his eyes to adjust a bit and replacing the Mkono monsters was Wesker now. The blonde looked over at Chris, tugged off his gloves, and removed his glasses.
Chris kept his gaze on the blonde for a long while as he tried to process the information. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Wesker stood over Chris and kneeled down right between the brunette's legs. The blonde grabbed Chris' chin then leaned in close.
"I told you that I won't let you go easily." He paused and smirked as he observed every tired feature on Chris' face. "It won't be long until you've changed."
"What does that me-", Chris started but was cut of abruptly with a rough, forceful kiss. Chris tried to lift his arms to push the man away, but even though he could lift his arms, Chris had no such luck with pushing Wesker away. All of his energy had been sapped from fighting.
The brunette pulled his head back to separate himself from the other man but even that plan failed. His head couldn't go past the wall and it cause Wesker to move in closer and deepen the kiss, nearly causing Chris to gag.
Wesker's hands rested on Chris' shins and he slowly moved them up, brushing lightly up the brunette's thighs, and placed them hard on the marksman's hips. This caused Chris' eyebrows to knit together. He tried shoving at the blonde again with his hands but again it didn't work. Chris' ragged breaths were as loud as air horns in the quiet space between them when Wesker released his captive's mouth.
He gathered Chris' hands in his left hand and pulled them sharply above the brunette's head, causing Chris to wince.
With his other hand, Wesker tugged at the top of the B.S.A.A member's borrowed jeans. This time Chris found enough energy to squirm.
"Stop it! You're going too far!" Chris yelled, extremely pissed and scared.
"Now why should I listen to you?" Wesker asked rhetorically, and with a flick of his wrist he had the brunette's pants down.
"Stop it!" Chris yelled, flustered. He stiffened when he looked at the blonde start to work on removing his own pants.
Chris began panicking and yelled, "Get the fuck off me!"
Wesker just looked Chris straight in the eyes. "No one is going to be able to hear you, let alone help you. Go ahead and yell all you want."
Chris let out a yelp when he felt his enemy's hand slip into his boxers and wrap around his member. He tried to pull his hands free from Wesker's grip but it was no use. Chris didn't have enough energy for it and Wesker, being what he is, was just too damn strong. He was trapped between the blonde and a wall.
As the captain began to stroke the brunette, Chris began to tear up. His body responded to the captain slowly but surely as Wesker began pumping him.
"God dammit…. You bastard….." Chris whispered raggedly. "I'm….. Not…. Gay."
The blonde slowed his hand movement to a stop and flicked his thumb over Chris' slit, causing a chain-reaction of painful shudders ((painful because of aching muscles)) to ripple throughout the B.S.A.A man.
"Does it look like I'm taking that into consideration?" Wesker asked with a grin. "If you find an issue with it go find someone else to complain to."
"Go to hell…" Was Chris' only response as the blonde continued.
Chris cursed himself as his arousal brought little painful shudders of pleasure through him. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. It was the most embarrassing thing he had ever had to deal with. Having an enemy touching him in this way caused his blood to boil.
"If you believe that you're the only one to receive pleasure, then you are sadly mistaken." The blonde hushed as Chris' breathing had definitely picked up at a fast pace.
Wesker released Chris' hands and lifted the brunette's legs up to tease at the man's entrance. He chuckled darkly when he caused the brunette to squirm immensely. Chris immediately put his hands on Wesker's shoulders in order to balance himself. Even though he hated the thought of being touched by the man before him, he made no move or indicator that he was going to get away. He was just too drop dead tired to fight any more.
The blonde inched one finger inside of the brunette and began to work on loosening the muscle. This made Chris let out a cry of surprise and pain as he released himself from the sudden intrusion. Wesker just kept smirking. He lifted his right hand that had
Pleased, the man used his right hand to lower the brunette's boxers as his left hand went to work on adding another digit.
"Please…." Chris groaned painfully, shuddering all the while. "Stop….."
"You need to relax." Wesker stated. "Or else you'll bring more pain to yourself."
Chris grunted, resenting the situation he was in now.
So that's his plan. He wanted me to be weak just so he can show dominance.
He squeezed his eyes shut out of pure frustration.
"God dammit." Chris hissed. "You're messed up."
Wesker just gave a small triumphant "Humph" and removed his fingers. Chris slumped against the wall in relief but regretted it when he felt movement from Wesker's direction.
"What are you doin-" Chris began but was cut off when Wesker grabbed Chris' hips and something thrust into the brunette. The B.S.A.A man let out a painful yell and clawed his fingers into Wesker's shoulder, using more force than Chris thought was possible in his tired state. The blonde let out a deep throaty growl as he pushed into the brunette.
Wesker waited for Chris to stop squirming from the intrusion before he started to move. He leaned forward, as he began rapidly moving in and out of the man beneath him, and left bite marks on Chris' neck.
Chris' eyes teared up again and tried to keep from shouting out. It felt painful but he knew that Wesker wanted a big reaction. Chris just held on and closed his eyes tightly.
It'll be okay. Just have to hang in there. The brunette told himself as he bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling.
But then something inside him was touched and his eyes opened in shock. He shuddered in slight pleasure and couldn't help himself from releasing a small moan. Wesker caught the gesture and sped up aiming for that one place. This caused Chris to become aroused. He let out little stifled moans as he shuddered.
Wesker grabbed the base of Chris' hardening member but didn't do anything more. He kept causing the younger man to shudder and moan.
When Chris felt like he couldn't take it anymore, he went to release himself. Wesker was faster though, he squeezed the throbbing member, denying Chris his sweet release.
Chris let out a ragged breath. "Let go." He squeaked, desperate for his release, to have it all over with.
Wesker pulled away from Chris' sore neck and licked the corner of the brunette's mouth.
"You're not allowed to cum first." Wesker stated with a sadistic smile. He kept pumping in and out of the brunette causing Chris to go into desperation. Every time Chris felt on the edge of exploding, Wesker stopped by squeezing down hard on his member.
Soon, Wesker began breaking the rhythm of his thrusts and he growled as he released into Chris. His left hand fingers digging into Chris' hip. He leaned into the brunette as he regained his composure as he pulled out. Suddenly Wesker looked up, a glint of triumph in his cat like eyes. He had gotten Chris where he wanted him and had his way with him.
Wesker loosened up on Chris' member and began to stroke ever so lightly.
Chris gave a small cry as he quickly released himself. He carried out through his pleasurably aching spasms. He reveled in the after-glow for a bit and closed his eyes. He was tired. Dog-tired. He laid there for a bit but quickly snapped open his eyes when he realized what he had done.
There was no going back now. He had been raped by his enemy, and he had enjoyed part of it.
Author's Note:
So hopefully I've made up for my laziness by posting an extra 1,500-2,000 words in this story….. Meh… I apologize. D: Forgive me. I also had issues writing the last few pages…. I couldn't write without someone looking over my shoulder like, "What'cha got there?"…. Yeah, that doesn't work out.
Another thing is yes, this is rape. No, you don't have to like it. Hate all you want if you're not a fan, but I said this wasn't going to be as lovey-dovey. So chill. Reviews are appreciated unless you're against this story….. Edit Note: Due to a good review, I went back and tweaked 2 parts. Nothing big. Just added a little bit to sentences, just so people who felt the same would understand.
