So, this is an idea I had. Next chapter will start with requests, so I hope they're to your liking.

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[Warning, I'm half-asleep so I hope it's good]

Updated: 06/06/2014

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Ethan's eyes widened as he heard a steady knock on the front door.

He had his suspicions about who it could be, standing on the other side of the wooden door.

He really hoped he was wrong.

He didn't want to do this again.

But he knew, if he didn't open that door, it would be so much worse.

So, taking a shaky breath, he grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, prolonging the inevitable.

But he could only prolong for so long.

Biting his lip in anticipation, he finally opened it…

To see Benny smiling at him.

But it wasn't the smile everyone knew and loved.

Oh no, this smile was much worse.

"Ethan," Benny said, his grin stretching across his face. "Your parents gone?"

"Yeah."

"Jane too?"

"Yeah…"

"Good. Let me in," Benny said, already walking in, brushing his friend's shoulder. Ethan gulped nervously but closed the door and locked it behind him.

"Benny, do we really-"

"Yes." Ethan stopped talking as he shamefully followed the taller boy up to his room. "You know why we do this E."

Ethan was just silent as he followed him.

"Ethan."

"What?" Ethan asked sadly as he sat on his bed, Benny standing in front of him.

"Take my clothes off of me."

He hated how smug Benny sounded as he commanded him. He just avoided looking at him as he knelt by his feet, pulling at the sneakers first, and then the socks. He still avoided Benny's eyes as he lifted up on his knees and pulled at Benny's belt, making his pants fall down his legs. Benny kicked them away and stood there proudly in his boxers. Ethan got up and began pulling at Benny's shirt, finally getting it over his head and pulling it off the taller boy.

"Happy?" Ethan still didn't look at him as he spoke. Benny could tell it bothered him, but that didn't stop him when his mood was like this.

"Now you strip too."

"Benny-"

"Ethan." He sighed but did as he commanded, quickly stripping off his pants and shirt. "Get on the bed." Ethan crawled up until he was lounging against his pillows. Benny quickly followed him until he hovered over him.

"Benny, do we really-"

"Yes." Benny said simply. "Now, take off your boxers and turn around."

Benny was so commanding and bossy when he got like this. Ethan grimaced but did like he asked, quickly rolling over onto his stomach and wiggling out of his boxers.

"Much better," Benny stated, bringing his hands to rub over Ethan's lower back. Ethan scrunched up his eyes as the hands moved lower and began to caress his ass.

"Benny, st-"

"Nope," he said simply enough, pushing his fingers against Ethan's firm, smooth skin. He brought his fingers up and spread Ethan a bit, pushing against him, dry. Ethan bit his lip but couldn't contain the cry of pain that slipped past his lips. Benny didn't stop his ministrations though, pushing against Ethan again, feeling the tight heat that was all too common to him by now.

"It hurts," Ethan whimpered, the pain almost unbearable. "Please Benny."

"Ethan, you know I can't stop."

"Why me though? Why do you have to do this to me?" Benny quirked an eyebrow at Ethan's question and pulled his fingers away.

"Well I thought that was obvious," Benny said, sitting back and pulling Ethan to where he was flush against him, his head resting against Benny's bare shoulder. "Isn't it?" Ethan shook his head, making a dark chuckle come from Benny's lips as he moved his hand down. Ethan didn't even want to think about what he had planned, but he knew what would happen.

It happened too often for them.

He wasn't even sure how this had started. They were friends, the best of friends. And then… Benny came over one night and this just…happened.

Benny was a monster when he was like this.

"I do it because-"Benny whispered, cut off though as he slammed up into Ethan, making him cry out in pain.

"OH DEAR GOD!" Benny couldn't stop the chuckle as Ethan whimpered, his head still leaning back. Benny decided he liked that position and moved a hand so it threaded through Ethan's soft hair, pulling it so his head was even farther leaning back, his pulse clearly visibly beating against his skin. Benny grinned and leaned down, biting harshly, making Ethan cry out again as he began to pummel him. He cried out again as he fell to his hands, gripping onto the sheet as he felt his eyes water.

Benny ignored the pain he knew he was causing Ethan and just gripped onto his hips, pushing deeper; with a tight grip, he could see the bruises already forming against the pale skin of his friend. He tilted up on his haunches a bit, getting as deep as he hoped to get.

Ethan cried out again, little pants of pain [and dare he even say pleasure] escaping his parted lips every few minutes.

"Wh-wh-why?" he finally got out in pained-pleasured gasps, his hands bunching against the fabric of his sheets. "Be-be-benny."

"Mmm, say my name again," he grunted, making Ethan whimper as he gripped a little deeper.

"Pl-ple-please. St-stop." Benny stilled, his hands still gripped onto the slighter boy's hips as he leaned down so his teeth could gaze Ethan's ear.

"Stop? Now why would I do that?" His voice was husky, his breath warm on the shell of his ear. "Why would I stop something that feels so, damn, good?" Ethan whimpered as he laughed, his voice rough again as he pushed a little deeper, making another whimper come out.

"Benny." Benny laughed at the whimper, hearing the pleasure underneath the pain. With a few more shallow thrusts, he shuddered, making Ethan cry out at the feeling and making himself, which had been completely untouched, shudder too and spill all over his sheets. Ethan was about to fall down into the mess he made when Benny grabbed him and shifted him over, throwing the mussed sheet onto the floor.

"I'll help you wash that later," he said, pulling Ethan to him and kissing him passionately on the mouth. Ethan didn't respond as he collapsed in heap on the bed, Benny next to him.

"Why do we do this?" Ethan asked when he finally seemed to catch his breath, his head lolling to look at Benny, who looked pleased with himself.

"Because who the hell else could I have wild gay sex with and not get judged?" he muttered, his eyes drooping closed. "Plus," he said, yawning now, eyes still closed, "having sex with you is by far much better than doing it by myself."

Ethan blinked, not expecting that answer.

"Then why are you so rough? I hurt every time we do this. And we do it a lot." Benny shrugs, a slow sluggish movement.

"I like the sounds you make it."

Ethan just sat there, thinking about how crazy his best friend was for making him his sex slave and how crazy he was for letting it go on.

Before he could think on it too much, a long arm wound around his sore back and pulled him flush against the chest of his friend. He felt teeth bite into him again and he let out an involuntary whimper.

"See, it's those noises."

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So, this isn't the best, but eh, what can ya do?

Thanks for reading!

I hope ya'll liked it.

-JustMe133