By Sadeh
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure, Riley Poole (I wish), Ian Howe (I also wish), Ben Gates, ect., blah de da. Touchstone/Disney owns it. And I don't own Dunkin' Donuts or Starbucks either, why the hell would I be writing fan fiction if I did? I could fucking PAY Justin Barth and Nicholas Cage to act out a scene like this.
Warnings: Slash (shouldn't be a problem, sadly is, intolerant bastards), rape, sadism.
Rating: I'd say a very high R.
Pairings: All Ben/Riley, flashbacks of Ben/Ian, hitns of Ben/Abigail.
Summary: Riley is upset with Ben for finding Abigail and marrying her. They get in a small fight, Riley runs off and finds himself alone in a dark corner with... dun dun dun. Ian, who then rapes him to get back at Ben for betraying him.
Information: This fiction is slightly A.U.ish. There is no treasure, Riley, Ian and Abigail all don't know each other (Ian knows Riley only from information he receives, by the way), and Ian and Ben have always been feuding with each other since Ben just dumped Ian and began to hang (or fuck) with Riley. They're NOT rich, still live in an apartment.
Other: Please excuse any spelling errors or typos I made in this chapter and the last. I'm working on this at my mother's house and her veeeeery outdated computer doesn't have Word and probably wouldn't even handle such a program. If anyone would beta for me, I'd be glad to let you. My email is email me if interested.
REVIEWS:
LanceSkoogle: Thanks! Apparently Riley cried like a baby too, according to himself... (doesn't blame him). Anyway, I will continue! And I'm working on this chapter riiiiiight now. XD I always pictured Ben to be the protective boyfriend sort of figure-dude.
Spooky'sAngle: He he, welcome. As long as I know what will come next, I'll write more. I don't think I'll get stuck however, my mind is sort of like a hamster running on a hamster wheel. c-:
GuevaraX5452: Yeah, I sort of like fiction like that. I don't know why, but the plot can be interesting. If you go the there are some communities with Riley/Ben and Ben/Ian slash too. Well, with the questions, I take it you're an Ian/Ben fan? Well, in that case, I'll put some flashbacks. Ian wont rape Ben though, Ben wouldn't let Ian do something like that. I always pictured him to be strong.
himeno-kagome: Oookay, no, Abigail will not 'get screwed' or anything. I'm gonna chuck her out or make her Riley's nemesis, whichever suits the story better.
JuJuBe111: Riley is teh shex. He is my faaaaaavorite character ever. And thank you for the yummy review! Kisskiss!
Ben's P.O.V.
I opened my eyes as the sun shone in brightly through a crack in the curtains. I looked over towards the digital clock on Riley's sidetable, it read with glowing red letters: "7:14 AM.
I then moved to put my arms around Riley, who was curled up beside me. I was shocked to feel him smack my hand away. Despite the small gesture, Riley never really acted in such a way.
Then I decided to try and get a little closer to him. He just inched away as I inched foreward. I only stopped once he was on the edge of his bed. I wondered how the hell he could tell I was about to do when he was asleep. I always knew he was odd.
I sat up and got out of his bed, feeling rather bad suddenly. I shouldn't have let him run off like that last night. I sort of knew Ian would pull a stunt like this... but not exactly like this! And he was in jail, how did he get out?
I got up and quickly looked for a pad of paper and a pen, finding instead a peice of paper and a chewwed up pencil. I wrote on the paper: "Gone to get some coffee, be back. - Ben". Then I set it on my part of the bed on the pillow.
Cofee would maybe help me think more, and I'm sure bringing back a nice iced mocha latte with whipped cream would bring Riley into a pleasant mood, it usually did. Either that, or if too much, shaking with diluted pupils.
Running downstairs, I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. I'd change when I got back, not wanting to take much time. I went out the door into the sunny, urban streets and locked the door behind me.
Riley's P.O.V.
I felt nails dig into my arms as I was pulled down, down, down into the dark hole. My chest felt like it was about to explode. I wasn't screaming, I wasn't speaking. I was silent, but I still heard weird voices. They were soft whispers, yet their words were as venomous as a cobra. I could see Ben too, he was standing there talking to someone with his back to me. He was, like, standing in midair and yet falling with me.
I reached the end, no Ben in sight, and I fell against the plain black floor and I simply laid there. I couldn't move at all. I saw out of the corner of my eye a very familiar man... he strode over and picked me up, pushing me against the wall of the pit forcefully and began to bite my lips. I felt blood pour out from the bitemarks. I tried to struggle, but I got nowhere. Suddenly all I could see was black, softening to grey...
And I noticed I was awake. Opening my eyes, I just about jumped up. I looked around the room, expecting to find Ben to cuddle up next to, but he was gone. I read the note, sighing in relief.
Good, he hadn't left me again.
I then laid down again, looking up at the ceiling. I couldn't believe that I was... well, let's just say that something bad happened only twelve to sixteen hours ago.
I flipped onto my side, curling up into a ball quickly. I felt like punching myself for allowing him to do such a thing to me! I could've fought back, but did I? No, apparently I'm just a weak, stupid-
No, let's forget about that. It's all in the past now. No need to waste another though on that.
I breathed in and out nice and slowly, taking deep breaths as I did so to calm myself down. All I wanted to do now was sleep again, or maybe get something good to drink or eat. I hoped Ben would pick out some donuts too, maybe. Especially some of those pink frosted ones.
I took the pillow I was lying my head on and hugged it tightly, feeling a little drowsy still. I tried hard not to close my eyes, but the need for more sleep overcame and I was lying there half-consious.
Ben's P.O.V
I drove into Dunkin' Donuts parking lot, parking and jumping out of my car, I headed inside. That's when I saw him... Ian Howe. I froze quickly, watching as he turned his head up to me and simply watched me for a second or two, unbelieving that it was me apparently.
I saw the devious smirk come onto his face, his trade-mark sign that trouble was on its way.
"So, Ben, did you like the little movie I sent you?" He hissed, his voice toning arrogance and pride. I was disgusted that he could be so happy with such an accomplishment.
"I swear to God, Ian, I'm going to kill you as soon as you leave," I spat back at him, a flame jumping in my eyes as he simple chuckled at my proposition. He simply leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee.
"You know, I didn't get before why you chose someone as... well, let's just say someone like him," he said, emphasizing the 'him' and dipping it in venom. "But after last night, I realized why, he was a pretty good fuck"
At his words I lost control, basically pouncing on him, I took a swing at his head and got him square on the nose. The manager comes out, and tries to break up the fight. I don't listen, and neither does Ian.
"Oh, hit a heartstring did I? I hope I make your life hell for ever pushing me aside," he growled, flipping me over and landing a blow on my eye.
Suddenly I am torn off Ian by one of the employees, and he is as well. I hear the yell of a couple people, most likely scolding us for behaving such a way. We were then taken to the door and thrown out. I sighed and hurried off to my car, watching Ian argue with the employee holding him about his coffee.
Maybe I'll just head to Starbucks instead and pick up some coffee quick, and a scone or two.
Flashback
I felt kisses on my neck as he gently let his tongue flick out with every kiss he let on me. I didn't love him, but I did lust over him. He was pretty good with his mouth, I had to admit.
Another wave of nausea came over me from all the alchohol I had consumed earlier. It quickly died down as I felt him unzipper my jeans.
I looked down, my eyesight was total shit now, but I could still see him begin to pull down my pants and then my boxers quickly.
Well, he sure was eager.
I felt a surge of relief spread through me as my stiffened erection was released from the evils that were thick denim levi jeans.
I nearly doubled over from the throbbing and tingly feeling that shot from my cock as I felt his warm mouth close over it. And the numbing effect of the beer had mixed with the pleasure I was feeling, and it felt almost too unbearable.
I felt his tongue move up and down my shaft with such expertise. I swear, he must've had a manual or something on how to do such things.
"Oh... Ian, I'm gonna cum," I moaned, my tone was slightly loud and yet, to my ears, nearly a whisper.
I felt myself cum into his mouth, and he pulled off me and laid next to me on the random bed I had been dragged to. I felt everything around me fade, and I soon was asleep.
End Flashback
I felt angry, angry that I had ever been with him. That I had lied to him by telling him that I loved him. I felt an imaginary stormcloud pass over my head as I thought more into the subject.
However, it blew away as I found the rather crowded Starbucks, and I pulled into a handicapped parking spot just for the time being.
I ran inside, getting stares from the weird hippie-sort of groups that always hung around. I ignored their stares and went up to the counter, putting a warm smile on my face. There was a teenager working there, her stylish blonde-brown layered hair framed her face. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses hung on the tip of her nose.
"Could I order a venti black coffee with cream and milk please. No sugar. And also, that new thing? You know, the mint mocha chip whatever it is. Grande please," I asked timidly, not used to the weird names they gave the cup sizes. A minute or two later, she came back with my order, and I paid her. Damn, I never knew Starbucks was so... expensive? Oh well, it's only for one time.
I quickly drove out of the place, feeling that already today was enough for me. Along with last night.
Abigail could get really angry...
Sorry it took a while! And that it's short-ish.
I was at my dad's home, and I didn't want to work on it there much.
Remember to review please! It makes me happy.
AND STARBUCKS ROCKS.
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