"Justin?"

Heath could only stare up at the slightly older man as he tried to get his thought focused. But his focus soon melted away as the older man kissed him, his beard scratching slightly against Heath but the younger man didn't care. He couldn't deny himself the feeling, but more so he was afraid that the South African would leave again if he struggled, and he didn't want to be alone. But he couldn't help the slight fear that ran through him as Justin moved to settle between his legs. Yeh he had enjoyed what had happened a few moments ago, but that was just rubbing. The idea of having sex with the slightly older man was one that scared him. He knew Justin wouldn't hurt him if he behaved, but after what Wade had done he was still afraid of the idea of someone fucking him. Truth be told that was why he left Justin that night. He had enjoyed what had happened but God he was still so scared. Because he knew he couldn't do it again, but what if Justin wanted to? What if Justin didn't listen when he said no? All these thoughts were running through his mind once again. So be couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as Justin pulled back, stroking Heaths hair gently.

"Come on babe, I think we both need a shower, don't you?"

Heath couldn't help but agree with him, wanting to wash off the cum dried on him. He nodded at Justin, and allowed the other to pull him up off the bed and take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

When they reached their destination Heath stood in the mirror examining himself as Justin set the shower to a suitable temperature and got some towels out. His eyes were drawn to Justin's name carved into his chest.

'So that's what he was doing with the knife that day?'

Heath had wondered about that, but when he saw the scarring across his chest he was almost amazed. Heath hadn't thought that anyone would love him so completely that they would mark him eternally for the world to see. Heath couldn't help but turn to look at Justin with nothing but love in him eyes. He smiled as Justin told him the shower was ready, and as he moved past the older man he gave him a brief kiss, then climbed in. He knew Justin must have been shocked but he had to show the other man how happy he was about how much he loved him. Heath was just so... happy.

If Heath had any control over his own mind he'd have been furious and scared, yet all the time spent alone had him relying on Justin's company, Justin's touch. He had no idea he was developing Stockholm syndrome, in his mind he was simply beginning to understand his feelings Justin, beginning to appreciate how much Justin loved him, which was exactly what Justin was thinking. In Justin's delusional mind Heath was falling for him, and he was accepting his new role. And that suited both men just fine.

After their shower both men had settled back into bed. Heath was ecstatic to learn he wouldn't be alone for a whole three weeks. Justin had switched the TV on, not really planning on watching it. His eyed drifted down to Heaths neck, and he couldn't resist. He lowered his head and licked a long strip up Heaths neck before catching some of his skin between his teeth. He bit down somewhat hard, and began sucking the skin that he had captured, Heaths moans only encouraging him to continue. By the time he pulled back Heath had a huge mark on his neck, and it did nothing but make Justin hard, his cock slowly beginning to fill out. He rolled Heath on his back and settled between his legs. But he was slightly put off by the look on his lovers face. He looked scared, almost horrified.

"Heath? What's wrong baby?"

"I, I just..." Heath stammered out, unsure of what to say.

"You just what?" Justin was growing somewhat impatient with the younger ginger; he wanted to know what the hell was wrong so he could get back to what he had been doing.

"Well it's just that, well, after the first time with Wade..." Justin cut him off furiously.

"Wade? Why the hell are thinking about him now? Oh I get it, after your 'first time' you wanted it like that more often. Is that why you left me that night? Didn't I give you what you want? You fucking whore, you want it rough? You can have it as fuckin' rough as you want it bitch!"

Justin was furious with Heath. How could that fuckin bitch mention Wades name now? But if Heath wanted it rough he could have it fuckin rough. Ignoring Heath pleas Justin turned him over; spitting on his fingers he roughly pushed three of them in, moving them around a bit before pulling out. He spat on his hand and used it to slick up his cock slightly before spreading Heaths legs a bit wider and, without warning, roughly shoved his cock into Heath. He stilled for a moment to enjoy the tight feeling of Heath clenched around him, his pleasure blocking out the sounds of Heath screaming. He pulled back gently before slamming back in, and continued thrusting into Heath at a brutal pace. He didn't even bother touching Heaths cock, not that it would have made much of a difference as Heath wasn't hard at all. Justin clamped on of his hands on Heaths hip, the other roughly grabbing Heaths hair and pulling it, forcing Heaths head back. As Justin got close to the edge his thrusts became more erratic, until eventually he stilled, spilling his load inside of his lover.

When he came down off his high he pulled out, finally noticing the coat of blood covering his cock and dripping down Heaths thighs. But he also noticed his lovers gentle sobbing.

"What the hell are you crying for? You wanted it rough didn't you?"

But as Heath explained, painfully and through sobs, that he hadn't wanted it rough and that he was afraid of sex after what the Brit had done to him, Justin felt his anger fading quickly, giving way for guilt to settle in. Heath had simply been scared after he was hurt the first time, and Justin had gone and hurt him again. He was worse than Wade. Justin could barely breathe. He had raped the man he loved, how could he have done something like that? Justin got up, slowly dressing himself, and moved to leave. He couldn't stay with Heath after what he had done. He knew Heath would hate him. So that's why he was shocked when Heath began screaming.

"No! Where are you going? You can't leave me; you said you wouldn't leave me! Please God don't leave me again!"

Justin could hear the fear pouring out of his younger lover's mouth with each word. So he moved back over to the bed and gathered the sobbing man into his arms.

"It's ok baby, I won't leave you ever again, I promise. God I'm so sorry baby, so sorry. I didn't ever want to hurt you like he did!" Justin cried, on the verge of almost sobbing himself.

"It's ok, you didn't mean to hurt me, you were just over reacting a bit. I know you love me. I forgive you, just, just don't leave me again. Please? Don't ever leave me again Justin, Ok? Promise me you won't leave?"

"Never baby, I promise." And with that Justin sat there comforting his lover, allowing Heath to fall asleep in his arms, and promising himself that he wouldn't have sex with the younger man until he knew Heath was ready. No matter how long that took.