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Squall's hands hurt from tugging on the cuffs that bound his wrists to the bed. His mind and heart were about to burst with muffled screams of terror, but no sound came from his mouth. His lip was raked with dried blood, which was a punishment from Brad because Squall had bitten him.

The room was dark, except for the bedside lamp which shone on his damp body. The bruises all over Squall's arms and thighs shone bright, caused by Brad's none too gentle grasps and bite marks were vibrant on the brunet's shoulders and neck. However Squall had stopped calling his lover…stopped thinking and resisting…he just lay there, Brad straddling his hips, reaching to squeeze Squall's member, frowning when the brunet just gaped, his eyes dry of tears, his throat dry of screams…

"What is it?" Brad's voice was hoarse against his ear, sending shivers down his abused body. "Aren't you going to call Denzel anymore?"

Squall concentrated on the ceiling tiles…they say if you're in pain and you concentrate very hard on something besides what is being done to you then it would soften the effect of the actual happenings…

Brad gritted his teeth, "Squall…please do show some emotion on that pretty face of yours."

Squall ignored the blonde, lost completely in concentration. Brad drew back a fist and punched Squall's jaw, making the brunet's nose bleed and his eyes widen.

"That's much better, although I want to hear you scream." Brad sneered as he bent to bite Squall's nipples, making the brunet wince in pain. But still Squall refused to say anything. He had already screamed and thrashed about, and all it brought was the numbness in his arms.

Brad moaned and lowered himself to graze Squall's inner thighs, making him squirm. Squall closed his eyes, trying to stop his hips from bucking, his body from reacting…

The blonde grinned, watching Squall fight himself, "Don't worry my angel…I'll give you what you want, but first you have to beg."

"Go to hell." Squall snarled.

"Tsk, tsk…and I was going to be all nice and gentle about it."

"Get the fuck off me!"

"Angels shouldn't use such words."

Squall whimpered as Brad inserted two fingers coated with lubricant into his opening, thrusting them in and out.

"What's wrong? You like this?"

"Stop it!" Squall cried, tears spurting once again into his eyes.

Brad pouted, "Kiss me…I beg you Angel…I want you."

"Denzel!"

"What is that! You're going to call him again! For heaven's sake Angel, my ears are still ringing from your earlier screams."

Squall moaned as Brad pulled his fingers out and thrusted them harder back in, hitting his prostate. Everything was so clear in his mind; the pain, and the visions of blood leaking from the broken blood vessels. Brad pulled out the two fingers and rubbed lubricant all over his pulsating member, and he shoved both of Squall's legs apart he demanded entrance to the brunet's tight ass, shoving it all the way.

After a few hard thrusts, Squall released the forced pressure in his groin. Brad bent over and took Squall's sex into his mouth to suck up very last drop of his precious treasure.

The brunet starting to kick, trying to yell out but still no noise can pass his lips, and Brad was too quick, launching a fist into Squall's abdomen causing him to cough blood in the air and onto his chest.

It was one of the coldest nights of his life…when morning came, the blood from Denzel's chest was all over his skin, staining him with his sin as he watched his lover die.

The brunet finally screamed and strong arms circled his torso, shaking him gently awake. "Hush now, it's a nightmare…you're okay…I'm here." Caine whispered, cradling Squall in his laps, rocking him back and forth.

Squall opened his tearstained eyes, "Oh, Caine!" Squall cried, throwing his arms around the older brunet's shoulders.

Caine was surprised, but he held Squall close as the boy cried out his heart on his shoulder. The music from Seifer's room was so jarring and Caine found himself cursing his friend inside. He could feel the brunet's tears streaming down on his skin, making something within him stir.

Squall's bout of nostalgia was over and he snapped back to reality, his cheeks taking on a red glow, "Caine…"

"Yeah, I was going to go but I decided to spend the night since tomorrow is weekend and all."

"Oh." Squall frowned, the music from Seifer's room was getting on his nerves and he was trembling from the aftermath of the nightmare.

"What happened? You scared me, you know." Caine whispered.

Squall shrugged. Caine was sitting on the side of the bed, "When I woke up to your screams I thought I was going to have a heart attack."

"Sorry."

"No, it's nothing, really. I just want you to be ok."

Squall wiped away his tears and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."

Caine shrugged and lay down on the bed. His heart was beating madly, he could hear it even above the banging of the R&B…while Seifer was happily screwing girls, the brunet was having nightmares.

Squall lay down beside Caine, who turned to take him into his arms.

"Caine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not wearing anything…I went to sleep after showering."

"I know…you smell nice."

"Yeah but...umm…"

"Don't worry I won' kiss you…besides, at the moment I'm trying to calm down after the scare you gave me." Caine buried his face in the crook of Squall's neck and sighed hotly, "What was the dream about?"

Squall tensed then snuggled closer to Caine, feeling comfortable and not alone now that he was being held protectively, "I…don't remember."

Caine snorted but didn't pursue the topic any further, after all, tomorrow was another day.

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"Caine?"

"Aha?"

Caine's eyes were closed but he was far from sleepy.

Squall sighed, "You know…I loved Denzel."

"I'm sure you did. You were calling out his name in the nightmare."

"I was?" Squall pouted in thought, his head nestled warmly against Caine's chest.

Caine was thinner than Seifer, and less muscled, also the blonde had a hot tan that Caine's white skin lacked.

"You were also screaming for a guy to stop…what was his name…"

"Brad." Squall provided.

"Yup." Caine pulled back a little to look down at the brunet's face, "You know, you said that Brad went to jail"

"I was raped." Squall whispered.

Caine was perfectly cut off, his face frozen in a gasp of surprise, "But…"

"That is what happened…Brad raped me and killed my boyfriend, but I never testified against him in court, I never filed a law suit…just appeared there as a witness. Brad's eyes were mocking me when I took the stand, but I couldn't take his dare, I couldn't say that he had raped me."

"But why?" Caine sat up now, frowning slightly.

"I was too ashamed and scared…I was only 16." Squall cried.

The music was making him agitated.

Caine shrugged, "Seifer doesn't know that right?"

"I couldn't tell him."

"I see. You will though, when you are ready." Caine smiled.

Squall frowned, "You…don't hate me? Aren't you disgusted!"

Caine chuckled and pulled the brunet into a warm hug, "Nope, you're still you…your past doesn't change that…besides, I don't think it's that much of a big deal…"

"I've waited so long to hear that…" the younger brunet moaned as he too wound his arms around Caine, tears springing into his eyes once again.