WARNINGS: Non/Dub-con (Both will be happening. Both NON-CON and DUB-CON). NON-CON WITH A FEIGN OBJECT. Sex of the maleXmale kind (A lot of that actually.) Some self-hatred themes. And some (what I'm going to call torture) torture themes. MIND FUCKING. THIS IS IMPORTANT TO READ IN EACH CHAPTER AS I HAVE NOT FINISHED THIS STORY AND WILL POSSIBLY ADD MORE WARNINGS AS WE GO!
OKAY! THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! THIS IS THE CHAPTER THAT HAS NON-CON WITH A FEIGN OBJECT! THAT PART IS ITALICIZED! YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO SKIP THAT PART, BUT IN THE END THIS CHAPTER IS IMPORTANT. I also wonder if you all see where this story is going. This is going to have a lot of sadness in it, though I will end it will a happy ending. But this isn't a nice story for the most part. I hope you realize that.
Alright I think that's all for now. I own nothing. Enjoy. And please review!
"Michael," Bello smiled when I walked into his living room, "It is good to see you."
With every step I took closer to the Nigerian I heard Briggs warning me not to get too deep. But at the same time the voice grew softer and softer. By the time I was sitting down they were a whisper.
Then Bello's hand threaded in my hair, his lips pressing against mine and the voice disappeared all together. The only thing that mattered to me was keeping this feeling for as long as I could.
Which is why I didn't think when I found myself laying back on the couch with the man on top of me. I didn't even think when I felt a hand slowly moving down my body.
A content sigh fell from my lips when the movements continued. Bello seemed pleased with that because he sped up. Still, it wasn't enough to actually satisfy me in any way.
Pulling back I opened my mouth to ask for something more when Bello's phone rung. I couldn't help but groan as he answered the phone. It finally seemed like we were going to do something and we got interrupted.
"That was a friend," Bello said climbing off of me, "You need to take me somewhere."
"Yes, Sir," I nodded standing up.
It was back to business and Briggs' voice was back full force. I was letting myself fall and do so quickly. And, maybe…What was so bad with letting myself fall in love with Bello?
Briggs wasn't the deciding force and he didn't know everything. Neither did the FBI. They had been wrong before. And they didn't even know Bello. They didn't know just how amazing he is.
It was like I told Briggs. When it was just Jeremiah and I everything was different. I could actually see myself having a future with this guy. I wanted to have a future with this guy.
What he did…What he did to Eddie that was to protect himself and in the long run he protected me too. That was the type of person he was. They just had bad info from whoever.
Wait, what was I thinking? Shit, I needed to get away from him for awhile. I needed to clear my head and figure all of this out before I did something that I would regret.
I knew that I loved him and I knew that I would be the reason that he was behind bars one day. When that day came I was going to have to walk away. I was going to have to forget him.
That didn't mean that I wanted to. I never wanted to forget what I felt when it was just he and I. And I couldn't stop myself from hoping that he could feel it just as much as I did.
Was this going to be the only time I ever felt this? Everyone kept saying there is one person out there that is truly right for you. Maybe, for me, that person was a drug lord. Maybe it was Bello.
"Michael," Bello called from the backseat, "What is going on in your mind right now?"
"You, Sir," I answered truthfully.
"Hmm…I like that answer. You will stay with me this weekend."
"Sir?"
"I have nothing to do this weekend and I find myself enjoying your company. I assure you we will do nothing until you are ready for it."
Nodding my head I pulled into the parking lot and got out quickly before opening the door for Bello. A small smile came to his lips as he climbed out, but it was gone by the time he was standing at his full height.
I gave him a slight smile back and schooled my features as I turned toward the man we were meeting. I never had much to do during these meetings. I simply watched and made sure nothing came to happen to my Boss. Because of this I let my mind go.
Bello hadn't directly offered me anything. He simply kept saying until I was ready though he knew that I wasn't a virgin. I had no idea what he was waiting for, but I was anticipating it just as much as he was.
I was getting way to close to this man. I needed to take a step back and just think. He was going to be going to jail soon. If I turned him in then I was truly going to lose him.
Wait, did I just say 'if'? Am I really thinking that I'm not going to turn one of the biggest drug lords in just because I was in love with him? I was an agent. It was my job to protect people from him and all the ones like him.
I had to turn him in as soon as I got the chance. He was doing no good to anyone running around putting drugs on the streets. I needed to get him off of the streets before more people go hurt.
My head snapped up when I heard someone yelling. I barely had enough time to move to catch the mans fist before it hit Bello, but I had enough strength to twist it behind his back hard enough to sprain it.
I had never felt so much anger course through me when I saw that man trying to hurt Bello. No one was allowed to hurt that man. Not while I was around to keep him safe.
Pushing him away I glared down at everyone waiting for my boss to tell me what to do next. Instead of answering a soft chuckle simply fell from his lips as he spoke to the man in front of me once more.
It wasn't until we were driving back to his place that I started to think about what happened. Or at least started to think about my reaction. I was supposed to be controlling myself, not punching people that treated Bello.
"Go home, Michael," Bello told me when we were at his house.
"What?" I asked confused, "I thought I was…"
"Spending the weekend here? You are, but you will need more clothing for that. Go. We will eat when you return."
Nodding my head I moved into my car and started to make a heat run back to Graceland. I had been driving for almost ten minutes when a car hit its breaks in front of me causing me to swerve to stop.
I grabbed my gun and started to climb out of the car when the door was suddenly swung out of my grip. A pair of hands pulled me out of the car and pushed me into it hard enough for the gun to slip from my fingers.
Grunting at the force I moved my leg so I could trip the person. Once both of us were on the ground the person flipped us over so he was on top and used all his force to pin me to the ground.
A wave of panic filled me for a moment as I tried to buck him off of me, but all that seemed to do was make him give this throaty laugh that make my blood turn cold instantly.
Taking a deep breath I realized that fighting wasn't going to get me anywhere. The guy had at least fifty pounds on me and, sadly, most of that felt like it was pure muscle.
I had never felt like a small guy, but right now I was completely dwarfed by this man and that terrified me. He was here to harm me in someway. Didn't know how, but he was.
Right now I couldn't help but wish that Bello hadn't sent me back to Graceland. I would have been so much safer if I had just stayed with him. He wouldn't let something like this happen to me.
Neither would Briggs though. Sometimes I got the feeling that the man didn't like me all that much, but I knew that was simply because he trusted me as little as I trusted him.
I don't know how it happened, but it felt like I was being forced to pick between Bello and Briggs. And I had no idea who I was going to choose. I didn't even know if I could choose.
As much as I hated to admit that I loved Bello I knew that I did. After almost eight months of working for the man I had fallen for him. And I hoped before the end of the year I had him behind bars.
But at the same time I was working to get Briggs behind bars as well. I'd known him for the same amount of time and I had no idea what I actually thought of the man that was mentoring me.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I let my eyes slowly open. There was barely enough light coming off of the streetlamp for me to really see, but I did recognize the guy that Bello had been talking to not even an hour ago above me.
He spoke quickly and in a language that I didn't understand, but that didn't matter as I felt hands grab my ankles and wrists and pin them hard enough to bruise to the concrete below me.
My heart started to speed up as I tried to figure out what was going on. Was he trying to get some payback for what happened at the meeting? I had thought he and Bello had left on good terms, after the punch incident.
I watched in fear as the man straddling my waist slowly pulled out a knife. My mouth opened to ask what he was doing, but before a sound could leave my lips a hand was placed over them.
The man made a soft tsking noise as he slowly brought the knife down and started to methodically cut off my clothing making sure the knife never touched my skin. What the hell was this guy going to do with me?
Tears started to make their way down my face as the different scenarios started to run through my head. Only one seemed to make any sense. And that made me more fearful than I had ever been.
It was because of this fear that I started to try to fight back. Bucking, biting, clawing at anything that was in my reach I did everything I could think of to get him off of me.
It was no use. His people's hands were holding me tighter and tighter. In the back of my mind I realized that this wasn't the first time that they had done something like this to someone.
That thought had me clutching my eyes closed. If they knew what they were doing then there was no way that I was going to get out. I was completely at his mercy and he knew it.
As soon as I thought that a scream erupted from my throat. It felt like I was being ripped in two, but I had enough mind, for a second that was, to know that it wasn't another persons body.
I tried to figure out what was in me just so I could have something other than the blinding pain to think about, but I couldn't do it. My only focus was on how I never felt this much pain before.
With every thrust, every scream that left me I found myself losing the fight I had tried to put up. I was never going to win and I knew that. There was nothing left for me to do but take whatever he was giving me.
A laugh filled the silence as I slowly stopped moving. He knew what I was thinking. He had seen who knows how many people just give up and let him have his way.
I don't know how long that thing was thrusting into me, but when it was harshly pulled out I couldn't help the sob of relief that fell from my lips. I should have known that thought was too good to be true.
The first blow was to stomach and I tried to turn so I could curl into a ball. Still the hands remained unyielding. I was kept on my back splayed out as the hits rained down on me.
The pain was so intense that it wasn't until the hands left that I noticed the pain had stopped completely. Curling myself into a tight ball I let out what I hoped was a soft choked sob.
I could hear their laughter above me, but it was slowly getting dimmer until it stopped completely and I was left alone on a back road in so much pain I knew I could never get very far alone.
With that idea I shuffled my way to my pants. Every movement drug whimpers and moans of pain from my lips, but I couldn't stay here. I needed someone I knew would help me. I called the first person that came to mind.
"Please," I whimpered into my phone, "Help me."
I couldn't get anymore than that out before the pain consumed me. I curled into a tighter ball the phone dropping from my hands. I could only hope that the person heard me.
That question was answered when I heard a car being pulled up next to me. I hoped that it was the person that I called, but I knew it could well be the people that did this to me.
"Oh, Michael," Bello's accented voice whispered, "What has happened to you?
