Witch68 - I already cried when I was writing Ace's part, I couldn't just let it end that way or i wouldn't survive myself! He should, he really should, and he will! He's learned his lesson now, thank to knowing he hurt Ace and the scare that he actually died!

WinterRose61 - Ace still needs some time to understand Marco's really alive, and his little light box is still not burning which makes it difficult since it was a comfort. Poor Ace. But he'll be fine in no time. Lots of cuddles from Marco! The pineapple will pamper him!
For real! The vivre card would have made it all better haha. Going to assume it or doesn't exist, or forgot about the little paper in the whole explosion of emotion.

Summary: Being homeless wasn't fun and every now and then, stealing was the only way to survive. He had only wanted to take some food, just enough to get through the week, the man wouldn't even notice that he was missing anything. So how... why... why did it turn out like this?

! ! ! WARNING ! ! !
Mention of rape/implied rape – physical and mental abuse – blood and injury

Rape will be implied and mentioned in this!
There will also be physical assault, a small description of an injury and use of mental abuse! Rape, the assault, the abuse, they're all done without a single remorse from the captor!

So please be careful and do not read if you get triggered by this kind of stuff.

If after reading this you think "The author should have warned for this thing too", please let me know and I'll add it in the warnings!

POV ACE

He has been watching this house for a while, it's newly built in a fairly rich neighbourhood. Which means, no matter who comes to live in it, the neighbours won't care about it, they only care about themselves and their public-image.
Luckily for him, over the last days, he's only ever seen one person go in and out of the house besides some contractors. An older guy with a weird blond haircut, appearing to be some kind of businessman.

Today it seemed the man was finally moving in, meaning that groceries would also enter the house.
Why is this important you may ask? Well, that's the target of the day. Food.

Living on the street isn't easy, especially not as a teen, people are always saying how 'you should just find a job' or 'if I give you money, you're just going to spend it on drugs', tch, those people don't know what they are talking about. If someone would hire me to work, I wouldn't be here now, would I?! And those spending earned money on drugs, well... that's their choice, but I want to at least try and get out of being homeless and won't spend it on that, thank you very much.
Some simple food to fill your stomach is far more important than those few hours of fun from drugs in his opinion.

That's why he decided to rob this house, not of their money or valuables, but of some food. He didn't want to resort to stealing, but he had no choice. He wasn't earning any money or food from begging, no one wanted to even give him the simplest or dirtiest jobs, and those restaurants and small shops where he usually searched through the trash for some food are all closed thanks to this damn pandemic, there's literally nothing to find!

Ah, he has to be careful, the guy seems to be waiting for something, probably some fancy delivery service of his … and there it as. Speak of the devil and it shall come. Now I just have to wait for them to get the boxes outside of the truck, once that's done, I'll go in. That guy will be too busy placing his new stuff around, walking in and out to grab more, and like all these rich people will 'carelessly' leave his door open.
He'll be in and out himself before that guy has even noticed someone was there. With the amount of food these people always let go to waste, he probably won't even notice anything's gone! I'm not planning on robbing him blind of his food either, just some necessary stuff to survive the week.

…

NOW! Very quiet but fast I entered the house, making sure to stay low to the ground and not hit any discarded boxes. From his observation he had seen all kitchen appliance being carried to the right side of the house, so that's where he went. Food should be stored close to the place where you prepare it right?

Finding the kitchen, he started looking inside the close-by rooms, on his third try his mind stopped working and he swallowed -'is this heaven?'-.

He slowly stepped inside the room, surrounding him were shelfs reaching the ceiling, stacked to the brim with food, it looked like it could feed 10... no, 15 other people at least!
Crackers, biscuits, canned beans, fruits, bread, … you name it and it was here somewhere!
Even if he only took 1 item of each shelf, he would be set not for a week, but for a whole month! If he was alone, he would have started laughing and crying out of overwhelming happiness. But he had to keep quiet, the owner was still here somewhere.

Quickly opening his backpack, he started grabbing some stuff of each shelf, making sure to avoid foods wrapped in plastic since it would make a lot of noise, no matter how much he wanted to taste a Twizzler again, -They are so good!-, no no focus, their package would make too much noise, and he can't get discovered.

Looking past the delicious snack, he went back to filling up his bag, grabbing some canned food, bread, some dried meat and one bottle of water, he could always refill this one in the park, he now wanted all the room he had for food. Opening a random cabinet, there were... pineapples? This... what? A whole cabinet, filled with more kinds of pineapple snacks then he even knew existed... wow... These rich people sure know what to spend their money on...
Slowly closing the cabinet again, he went for the next one, finding some more varieties of fruit. Grabbing some apples and a purple/pink looking dragon egg, he decided he had enough and started closing up his backpack, already dreaming away in how he was now set for at least this month and will have no worries about being hungry.

With a huge smile on his face, he went to turn around and leave when he was suddenly grabbed by his back of his neck and harshly pushed against the cabinet in front of him. Automatically he tried to reach for the hand, but his own were instantly grabbed by the wrists and held down above his head.

"Wha-", a low voice too close to his ear interrupted him.

"Hello dear, found everything alright?"

-It must be the owner of the house, crap.- "Ah, I-I'm sorry, I just wanted some food, I swear I didn't take anything else. I... I was just about to leave."

"Leave?"

"Y-yea." He was scared, he knows people have different reactions to seeing an intruder, but why is this man holding him like this, why is he practically glued to him in every spot, why is he breathing down my neck?

"Now, why would you do that? You came for food, so you must be hungry right? Why don't you stay over for dinner?"

Under normal circumstances, he would have accepted, he already had been invited over by some nice people several times before, not wanting to give him money in fear of using it for drugs, but did want to offer a warm meal. But right now,… he really didn't want it, no matter what he was offered.

"I... Thank- thank you for the offer, but, but it's okay."

The voice suddenly turned darker "You... don't want to stay?" The hand on his neck started squeezing more, with the hand holding him from the back of his neck, the man couldn't fully suffocate him, but he did feel himself losing breath, he was scared, it was painful.

"Ah, s-s-sir, it hurts, pleas-s-e stop."

The pressure instantly let up, "Ah forgive me, but I had imagined that you declined my request to stay over for dinner. But you wouldn't do that now, would you, freckles?"

"N-no, sir, I... I would love to stay for dinner."

"Wonderful!"

He let out a relieved breath, even if he didn't want to stay, this seemed like the best option with the guy's antics. The guy also sounded... nicer... now that he had accepted, maybe everything would be fine and this was just some rich dude not used to someone saying 'no' to them. Yea, it would be fi-

Suddenly he felt the owner of the house grinding into his back, startling him, before he could react however, the man spoke as if nothing happened. "So, what do you like to eat, love?"

-Love?- "Ehm,.. I – I like meat, any kind of meat is alright... whatever you have on hand.". He really wasn't going to be picky of what he got, every meal, especially a hot meal was an absolute treat.

"Hmmm, you love eating meat eh, what a coincidence, so do I" The trickly of breath on his ear started to move away and he was so relie- "AH" something wet just touched his neck... This, this this man, he's licking me, WHY!?

"Si-" - "Though, I love being the one to give more."

With that he was harshly turned around, he hadn't even had time to process what the man had said before he was face to face with a grinning taller blond. Said man still held his hands above his head, but had released his throat and was now holding his cheek, rubbing over his freckles with a thumb. "Hello freckles, my name's Marco-yoi, let's get over to the payment of the meal, shall we?"

"Paym-?" He was silenced by a pair of lips harshly pressing to his. A tongue forcefully entering his mouth almost simultaneously, the man using the gasp he had let out in shock to fully break open his lips.

He tried to pull his hands apart, hoping to get them free, trashing in the hold to get away, but every movement he made only seemed to amuse the taller man.

-What's going on? Payment? If he wants money, why is he kissing me? What's going o- 'Though, I love being the one to give more', No, no no no no, he can't be serious, no no no-
While his mind was going highwire on what the man could have meant, the object of his fear had stepped forward, making it so their bodies were now flush against each other. The man grinding into him as he desired, and …. he's- he's hard! This man! He- he- he- he can't be for real, this can't happen right?! He really wants to... NO!

Finally, it dawned upon him of what was going to happen to him and he started struggling in earnest. After a brief struggle, his wrist where released. YES! Now he could - "Haha, I like your spirit-yoi. Some resistance always spices things up, don't you think?"
-What?- He couldn't get a word out for the man was back to kissing him. This isn't the time to be stumped, I have to get out of here!

He started pushing at the man's chest, hitting him, kicking out, he even tried biting that damn tongue in his mouth, but everything he did only amused the man more and spurted him on. The man stopped kissing him and dried his tears. Tears? When did I start crying?
"Don't worry-yoi, I'll make sure you enjoy it too!" were the last words he heard before he was pushed down to the floor. Hitting his head on one of the shelfs on his way down, black spots were instantly filling his vision. Was it on purpose or was it by accident, he didn't know, but it didn't even matter anymore, this man was far too strong for him, he wouldn't have been able to get away anyway...

A stabbing pain in his backside, that is what he woke up to. What happened where am I?

He was laying down on his front, surrounded by food-shelfs? Why would h-? Memories started to return of what happened and he had to physically bite his lip to not start crying right then and there.

He, he, he was... ra-… he can't, he can't say it himself, how could this happen. And … why is he still here, where is that man? Did he just leave after using him? Did he call the cops? What is he going to say -Yes hello officers, I broke into this very descent looking rich guys house, but I didn't steal anything yet! And oh yes, he r*ped me!- They would never believe him, they would take the guy's word over his own, they would just arrest him for admitting to breaking in! He has to get out of here. The police would actually be the least of his worries, it's that man, Marco... that's the main cause of his concern. He had to get out before he returned from wherever he was.

With difficulty he started getting up, but immediately fell back down the moment he stood up. "Ah!" rather than breaking his fall, he favoured putting his hands on his mouth to silence himself. It hurts, his whole back hurts so bad, he couldn't stop the silent tears from running down his cheeks. Not only from the actual pain, but also from the reality settling in of what had happened to him.

Ignoring his tears, he bit into his cheek and tried again, a bit slower this time, using a nearby shelf to pull himself up. He could do this, this room wasn't that far from the exit, he just had to pass through the kitchen, then the living room, and he would be outside. The moment he opened the door he would run for it!

Making up his mind he quietly reached for the doorknob, turning it and opening the door ever so slightly to peep through it. He looked to his left, nothing there, good, right, n-

"Morning love."

NO, he opened the door and ran!
Is what he tried to do, but he didn't even make it two steps before his wrist was grabbed. He was freaking out, no, no, no, hasn't this man done enough, just let him go!

With him pulling on his own arm, the hand on his wrist intensified his hold, making him cry out in pain, tears falling again. All his movement stopping in favour of focusing on his being abused wrist. The man before him was as laidback as before, just smiling at him like this was a daily thing.

"I said, Goodmorning love-yoi."

-Why is he repeating himself, what does he want!?-

"Ah,... it's not morning anymore, is it? That's why you aren't reacting back, you're so smart-yoi. Let me rephrase. Good evening love."

"... G-good evening." It was more of an unconscious reflex to answer the greeting than anything else, but the man seemed happy with it and smiled down on him.

"Dinner is almost ready, especially for you I've made some steak, all because you said you liked meat, the one from before was only appetizer. I thought you wouldn't mind some extra meat in the main-course either. Do you like it, steak?"

He just nodded in fear, his whole being was trembling.

"Good, why don't you sit down already while I finish up hmm?"

He was still trembling but obliged and slowly went to sit down at the bar table. The second my butt touched the chair I almost jumped back up, tears sprung to my eyes. It hurt, sitting down hurts so much!

"Something wrong-yoi?"

"N-no, nothing." I bit back all sounds of pain and carefully sat down fully. Marco nodded with a smile when he did, releasing his wrist once he was seated. However, the second the man returned to the stove and turned his back to him, he flew up and ran towards the door.

Ignoring all the pain, he ran as if his life depended on it, it probably did, heart hammering in his chest, he was going to make it, only a few more steps!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"

He screamed bloody murder and fell to the ground, looking at the gnawing pain in his foot he …... there …. there was a knife. A big kitchen knife was imbedded into his foot. Fully pierced through, the handle sticking out of the top, with the knife part stuck in the floorboards underneath.

His breath was laboured while he tried to hold back the sobs, he had to get it out, there was no time left, HE was coming closer. Biting down on his lip, he shakily grabbed the handle and pulled! The moment it was out he was on his feet again and running towards his freedom.

He had however only taken one step before his face was smashed into the floor. Pain blossomed in his head and the world was spinning around him, there was no time to recover for his head was roughly pulled up by his hair, now being held face to face with the owner of the house.

"And where do you think you are going? I just said that dinner was almost ready, didn't I? What if you aren't back on time? It would get cold and I would need to throw it out. That's not very environmentally friendly now, is it? It would also be very impolite of you. You're hungry and I offer to feed you and now you run away after I try to help?"

If he didn't know better, he would think the blond was actually concerned about all of this, talking casually as if he didn't just... didn't just rape him, stab him in the foot or was holding him up by his hair.

He always thought he would be strong in a situation like this, that he would fight until his last breath, or kick the guy in the nuts and run! But he couldn't, he was petrified in fear, his sobs of pain even stopping, fearing the sound would somehow make this all worse. Tears were silently flowing down his cheeks while the guy before him just kept talking about the dinner growing cold.
Trembling in the guy's hold he did the only thing his body somehow allowed him to do, choking out apologies. "I-I-I I'm so-rry, I'm sorry. Ple-please don't hu-urt me. I, I left m-my bag. I have noth-nothing anymore. Please let- let me go-o. I'm so so-sorry."

Marco crouched down and moved his hands from his hair to his cheeks, once again using thumbs to wipe his tears away and drawing circles over his freckles. He looked concerned, genuinely concerned about his wellbeing –YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THIS TO ME, WHY?!-
"Ah, what are you crying for sweetheart? There's nothing to apologize for is there-yoi? Everyone makes mistakes every now and then. And you were sleeping before, you were probably still a bit drowsy when I mentioned that the food was almost done. You probably didn't hear me properly before, right? You didn't realise that the food was almost done, did you? I know you wouldn't just have tried to leave if you knew, you're a good boy. Let's just go back to the kitchen together, okay love?"

At this reaction he started trembling more, tears seeming to multiply while flowing down his cheeks, -He's not going to let me go, he's not going to let me go, HE'S NOT GOING TO LET ME LEAVE!-

After a brief silence the man spoke again, it sounded so nice, but he heard the dangerous undertone of 'Or else' in it, "Hmmm, you are going to stay to eat right? This, trying to leave the house, was just a mistake on your part, right?"

To his own surprise he answered. "Y-y-yes."

The blond instantly got a huge smile on his face and helped him up, "That's great! The steak is already nearly done, I'm now prepping some salad to go with it. A few more finishing touches and it will be done!"

With the help of Marco, he made it to the kitchen, the whole floor was now streaked with blood from his foot, but the man didn't seem to care at all. He just put me down on the bar-chair where I was sitting before and went back to his bowls on the counter. I didn't dare to try and leave again.

Getting lost in my own helpless thoughts, I yelped when the man spoke, he was looking at me expectantly. "... I, I'm sorry, cou-could you rep-peat... please."

"But of course-yoi, could you please grab some pineapple dressing in the cabinet, you know where it is right?"

"Y-y-yes... sir." he answered while bowing his head, missing the amused look of the blond at the second part of his answer.
Getting up, he instantly bit his lip to keep in a moan of pain, sitting down his foot was already killing him, but standing on it was on a whole other level. But he had to get it, he didn't want to know what would happen if he didn't get it. So, he forced himself to walk through the pain, limping to the room where he knew the pineapple stuff was. He wished he didn't know, he wished he never even entered this house, he wi- "AH!"

He was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pulled back, making him stumble and slam his injured food down to catch himself from falling. His breath hitched in his throat, trembling getting worse again.
–Did he do something wrong? He was just doing what was asked of him. He didn't even try to go towards the outside-door.-.

"You're dribbling blood all over the new floor."

-Ah- Looking behind him, from the place where he was stabbed to where he was now, was one big red streak, showing his entire walkway. "A-a-, I-I didn't, didn't mean to."

"It's okay, this is my fault, I should have been a better host and notice that you were hurt."

-Notice I was hurt?! He is the one that threw a knife trough my foot?! This man is insane- Even if he should already know this, the thought finally entering his head made his inner being shake in fear even more, renewed tears falling once again. How he wasn't out of tears at this point yet he didn't know, but he couldn't stop them even if he tried. There was no reasoning with a madman, he was finished, this is how he is going to die.

"Shhh, shh, shh, It's okay. I'm sorry for taking so long to notice, it must hurt right? Wait, give me a minute, I should have a first aid kit somewhere."

The man left the room to look for the item, but I didn't even eye the still open front door. Rooted in place I waited until he returned. Which he did only moments later, a small red box in hand.

"Here let me bandage that for you, I think it should heal just fine if you don't put too much stress on it."

The man kneeled down in front of him and placed his bloody foot on his own dress pants. He sprayed something on it that burned worse than the 7th level of hell, it's a wonder I didn't scream, but at this point in time I don't even have it in me anymore, a small hiss was the only sound that left me. Next, he put on some ointment before bandaging it, making a big bow on top. With a gentleness he didn't know this man could have, he placed his foot back down on the ground and patted the bow.

"There we go, all better."

"T...Thank you..."

The man just smiled and went back to the counter, but not before pointing out the exact place of the pineapple dressing, second cabinet on the left, third row counted from the top down.

That being said, I started walking again, not knowing what to think of everything that's been happening. So much was going through my head and at the same time it felt empty.
The events all continued, time was passing by, but he didn't even notice. He knew he was eating, already having gotten the dressing and given it to the man, Marco, before sitting down. He knew that the guy talked to him during the meal and how he numbly talked back, but nothing was really registering in his head. Nothing stuck. If someone asked him what he just ate, or what he had said, he wouldn't know.

He had no idea how much time had passed, but at some point he found himself in a bed, probably the blond's bed. He could feel that he was on the brink of passing out, all the events having drained him mentally and physically, maybe it was a good thing that he would pass out, at least he didn't need to be awake for whatever was going to happen next. He felt how the bed dipped down, he saw how the guy was looming over him once again, smiling at him just like in the storage room. He closed his eyes and let the man do whatever he wished to him. A lone tear fell down his cheek as he let darkness take him away.

I'm so happy to finally be publishing this! Already had this in my drafts since December last year!

There will be more chapters of this, I had some idea's of Marco taking Ace to a get-together at the family-house (with Pops and such).