Chapter 4

A/N: Warning. Nick is raped in this chapter. Sorry for the late update. Hope you enjoy.

Tom marched out of Nick's house in utter humiliation. He had let that bootlegger over power him and take what he claimed. He began to stomp to Gatsby's house but realized that Daisy was there, just waiting for him to come and get her to prove his love for her. He stopped dead in his tracks at the idea that he would satisfy his murderer wife. Yes, he still did not and will not ever forgive her. She had killed his woman, Myrtle, and ran away without the slightest remorse. Tom glanced up to one of the windows of the house and caught two silhouettes in one of the upper floors. The sun reflected off the pane at an angle so that he couldn't see very well but he never the less, did see. Gatsby and Nick together in what he supposed was a bedroom. Nick then disappeared from his sight but came back soon after to look out of the window to his house. Tom continued to stare at Nick, his mind blank. Then, they made eye contact.

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Nick had just agreed to stay at Gatsby's house only to escape Tom but as soon as he uttered his agreement he glazed his eyes over Gatsby's backyard, falling on the overbearing form that stared back up at him. Tom was there. Tom was in Gatsby's yard. Tom came after him. A brief moment of panic overwhelmed Nick, alerting Gatsby that something was wrong. Gatsby rushed over to the window and grabbed Nicks still form. When he didn't react Gatsby shook him a little and called his name. Nick snapped out of his paralysis and turned to face Gatsby, who was still shaking him mildly. As he stared at the bright and charismatic person that was Gatsby, he realized that even though Tom knew where he was, he would never come to get him because Gatsby was here. As he thought that, he looked back to the yard and found that Tom had vanished, blown away by Gatsby's mere presence. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he slumped slightly in relaxation. He turned to face Gatsby and smiled in thanks.

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"You can go to Daisy now." Gatsby stood in silence. He was slightly shocked at the phrase, for Nick had just smiled at him in a way that made his heart speed up ever so slightly and his palms heat up. The thought of Daisy was a bucket of cold water to his face right after he had sunken into the smile. Of course the person that was Daisy needed to be tended to and mere servants just wouldn't cut it so Gatsby smiled and walked to the door.

He turned at the door and stared back at Nick who lay down on the bed in tiredness with his legs hanging over the side and said, "Call me when you need me and I'll come, old sport." Then he walked out. Once outside Gatsby reddened ever so slightly and rushed to Daisy's room.

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Nick had sat down on the bed as soon as Gatsby had turned to leave and found himself unable to stay upright so he tumbled back to gently hit the bed with his head. Tossing his arm over his eyes in worry for the future he faintly heard Gatsby say something to him but was too late to respond. The door clicked as Gatsby left, leaving Nick with his thoughts.

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When Nick woke up, it was nighttime. The backyard was lit brightly with party lights and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. Nick walked over to the window and stared down at the drunk, dancing people. Among them, he saw the two girls that he had spoken to the night he first met Gatsby, he also saw the woman who had cried as she sang that first night as well. Remembering the events he first night he met Gatsby, he recalled the man in the library who marveled at how real all the books were. His name was… Nick couldn't recall but he did remember the nickname he had given him. Owl Eyes. He stood in silence for a couple minutes before he suddenly turned and walked down to the library. When he opened the large double doors he half expected to see Owl Eyes inside but found that he wasn't. Still, he went inside and succumbed to temptation when he chose a random book and sat in one of the comfortable chairs to read.

Several hours past and it was morning. The sun was climbing the sky, overcoming the horizon as the last guests stumbled into their cars and drove off, to come another day. The servants were left to clean the large mess that the guests left every time they came. Nick put down the book and rubbed his tired eyes. Surprisingly, the book was fascinating. Though it was a short read, the plot was full and the characters were generally, likeable. The title was the Great Gabsy. Everything in the book was relatable, very relatable. He strolled out to the back yard only to find Gatsby and Daisy sitting together for breakfast. When she saw him, Daisy jumped up and gave him a hug, letting go to drag him to the table and join them for the meal.

"The party last night was so very nice." She scooped some of her soup to her full lips. "I liked it very much." Gatsby nodded to her, seeming to be very tired. "Nick, did you enjoy the party last night? I thought it was very nice." Nick smiled and nodded. Something was wrong with Daisy, she looked ravishing yet her behavior was off. She continued in her cheery way. "What do you want to do today?" Gatsby merely smiled at her.

"Anything that you would like to do." He reached out and kissed her hand and as if perfectly complementing the action, she blushed shyly.

"Well, I would like to go to another party. There's supposed to be one down at the Flamingo hotel. I heard that it's going to be simply amazing." She clapped her hands in false delight. Nick stared at her over the rim of his cup in suspicion; she noticed his gaze and then began to speak faster in nervousness. "Yes, I would simply love it if we went." Nick turned his attention back to his meal and ignored her but Gatsby encouraged her, to her elation.

He called his servant over and whispered in his ear then when the servant ran off to some unknown destination, he stood up and gestured. "I have just told the servants to prepare the car. We will leave when Nick has finished his meal." Nick glanced up in irritation but smiled shallowly, nodding his agreement. Soon, he finished his meal and they all rode Gatsby's car to the hotel flamingo. As Daisy had so cheerily said the party was going on and Gatsby escorted Daisy in like she was a queen. Nick followed unwillingly behind. Through the night, Nick roved around the hotel with drink in hand, trying to make the time pass by faster. He passed by a small room which had, inside, a pair of people simply talking and drinking together, yet, the room had such an intimate atmosphere that he couldn't help but think that he had stumbled into some forbidden place. Blushing, he walked quickly to escape lest he be found. Next, he went to the bar and ordered a strong drink to ease his troubled mind. He was alone at the bar with the barkeep, who was polishing a perfectly clean glass.

Startling him to some degree, a large, hot hand came down on his shoulder and squeezed slightly. Suddenly, Tom's face popped into view. He smiled, showing his big white teeth and leaned in close to whisper into Nick's ear. "Where have you been?" Nick felt hot breath caress his ear and rub against his jaw. He shivered. "I've been looking for you." Nick turned to face him and found that once he did, he couldn't look away. Tom's eyes were smoldering with some unknown emotion, most likely anger, while he stared straight at Nick. Scared Nick tried to put distance between them but Toms hand stopped any unwanted movement.

Nick calmed his near panicking self and drank from his drink to calm him. Almost immediately, he felt the effects of the unexpectedly strong drink penetrate his thoughts. The room began to spin and just barely he felt Tom's strong arms grab him and pull him flush up against him. A moment passed in silence until Nick got his bearings back under him.

"Nick, where are you, old sport?" Nick heard Gatsby's voice from across the room but the dancing people prevented him from a clear view. In glimpses, he caught Gatsby's bright yellow suit but Tom moved to block his vision. Suddenly, Tom moved with unusual swiftness to drag Nick to the door. Confused, Nick put up no fight against him and was dragged to Tom's car. Speedily, Tom drove to his house across the river from Gatsby's. There were no lights from Gatsby's house, cause there was no party going on.

Tom dragged a now resisting Nick to his bedroom and threw him onto the bed without remorse. Indignant, Nick sat up from the bed and scowled at Tom who stared back at him blankly. "Finally, I have you." Nick continued to stare at Tom in anger and annoyance.

"What are you doing? Gatsby was searching for me." Tom laughed to the air in a light manner and looked down at Nick.

"He has Daisy. He won't look for long." Tom then rushed forward with impatience and landed on top of Nick. Both his hands lay flat on each side of Nick's head. He leaned forward and hovered his face closely before Nick, their lips barely brushing each other. Nick recoiled from the proximity but the springy bed pushed his face back. It was all he could do to avoid an unwanted clash. Tom smiled and leaned farther in to finally have their lips touch and mesh. Scared and terrified, Nick yelled but the sound was muffled by Tom's mouth. As Nick screamed, Tom slipped his thick tongue into his mouth and searched every inch of Nicks cavern. Soon, they had to break lest they suffocate and when they did Nick lurched forward to rush to the door but Tom grabbed his arm roughly and dragged him back to the bed.

"Stop!" Tom's eyes glowed ravenously. He licked his lips in animalistic hunger. Nick stared at his over bearing form and after a moment of still terror, continued to struggle. Tom stripped his tie and tied Nick's arms with it and the used a loose end of the knot to tie it to the bed post. He then leaned forward to again kiss Nick deeply but recoiled with blood spilling from his cut lip. Carnally, he smiled and licked at the blood, then dove in for another kiss which left Nick breathless. "Stop, what are you doing?" Tom ignored Nick's calls and continued. Leisurely he trailed his tongue across Nick's collarbone and dipped it at the joint. His hands didn't stay idle; they soon busied themselves with unbuttoning Nick's shirt and releasing his belt. When Nick realized that Tom's intention was to complete his task and go all the way, he immediately closed his legs but found that he couldn't. Tom's leg was nestled comfortably between his thighs. Finally feeling the drastic panic that should have come before, Nick yelled but Tom muffled his mouth with a small cloth. Nick, to his great shame, began to cry. As he felt Tom's hot hands roam his body and his wet mouth moisten his chest, he knew that if no help came he would be lost to him. Then, Gatsby came into his mind. Nick vaguely heard his belt unbuckle but focused on his thoughts until he felt Tom's hand close down on his shaft. He choked at the sudden sensation and groaned when Tom ran his hand up and down the length. Tom, with his hand still working on Nick's member, reached back up and removed the cloth from Nick's mouth, to replace it with his own.

Nick bit the lip once more and jerked his head away, resisting even as he felt the pleasure from his organ. Tom stared back at him in some sort of carnal pleasure. The name slipped out of Nick's mouth and cast stillness in the room. "Gatsby." Nick continued to call for the man. "Gatsby, help me." In a frenzied rush, Tom stripped Nick of his pants and unzipped his own. Nick saw the large length and terror grew more from inside him. Tom leaned forward, simultaneously grabbing lubricant from the counter top, and whispered into Nick's ear.

"Don't call for that Bootlegger when I'm here." He squeezed some of the gel onto his hand and coated his fingers with it, then shoved his finger mercilessly into Nick's passage. The pain shot up his back to the back of his head, bringing out a yell that was muffled by Tom's lips. Quickly, the finger dove into him and pulled back out, constantly, mercilessly. Then, after a small while, Tom added another finger and repeated the process until he had inserted all three of his large, hot fingers. By the time he had pulled out his digits, Nick was panting and moaning involuntarily. Tears still streamed down his face as he whispered Gatsby's name. Angered, Tom quickly coated himself with the lubricant and positioned to enter but when Nick felt himself move he began to struggle once more. Finding a sense of joy in having to use his power to get what he wanted, Tom grabbed tightly to Nicks slim legs and thrust forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in Nick's warm body.

Nick screamed, un-muffled by anything the sound echoed through the room. Tom waited until the scream died out before he began to thrust into Nick. Every movement sent flaring pain up Nick's spine but gradually he felt the pleasure that could be derived from such a task. Soon, his screams and yells turned into moans as the pleasure built up within him. Eventually, Tom drove them both over the edge climaxing inside Nick. He continued to thrust into Nick until he fully emptied himself then pulled out his limp member. Done with his task, Tom rose from the bed and headed to the shower to wash, leaving Nick on the bed, lying in his and Tom's own fluids, still bound by the hands and broken.

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When Nick woke up, he was lying in a clean bed with fresh clothes on. His backside hurt immensely but he rushed out to bed to get out of the house. As soon as he rose, he tumbled to the ground; his weakened legs were unable to carry him a step farther. Tom walked into the room after hearing a rather large 'thud' and found Nick on the floor. Gently, he walked over the pick him up to once again place him on the bed.

Tom stared at Nick full in the face. "What do you want?" Nick felt shocked at Tom's nonchalant attitude toward his rape yesterday. He had been horribly raped and yet now Tom felt an obligation to comfort him? Infuriated, Nick drew back his arm and punched Tom in the face. The attack was unexpected so Tom didn't have time to prepare and ended up on the floor with a slightly reddened face. Still unsatisfied, Nick pulled his arm back for another swing but Tom caught his arm and held it. Last nights event popped into Nick's mind and scared he jerked his arm away.

Cradling himself, Nick stared at the floor hollowly and uttered, "I want to go home." Tom nodded and gently scooped up Nick's huddled form, which began to struggle mildly, and walked to the car. They arrived in front of Nick's house in heavy silence. As the car pulled up the driveway, Gatsby's brilliant form could be seen. He was pacing in front of Nick's house in impatience and worry. When he saw the car his eyebrows climbed his head but, he walked out of the way and stared inside with a blank expression. Tom got out of the car first and helped Nick, who was struggling to get out but every movement hurt his bottom causing large restrictions in his actions. When Tom lifted him, he resisted and fought against the hold but the stronger man won and eventually he subsided. Gatsby, rushed forward to help Nick but found that he couldn't interfere. Tom carried Nick into the house and left him on his couch. Standing like a mountain in the living room, Tom stared back at Nick, as if wanting to apologize yet not seeing why he should.

Scared, humiliated, and angry, Nick scowled up at Tom and said, "Go away." Then, without another word, Tom turned and left. Gatsby had followed the two into the house but after the strange moment between the two, felt a certain sense of doom.

Gatsby walked over to Nick's side and stood where Tom had stood just moments earlier. "Nick? What's wrong, old sport?"

Nick's head snapped up and when he saw Gatsby's face, he felt the urge to shed tears once more but fought it back and merely smiled weakly instead. "How was the party last night?"

Gatsby stilled for a moment but the replied, "It was great, old sport. Daisy loved everything about it." He stared down at Nick then continued. "Sometime in the midst of it all, I looked for you but you weren't there. After a whiled a bellboy came to me and said that you had left with a friend." Nick froze as he heard the phrase. "I didn't know that the friend was Tom." Nick held his breath, knowing that Gatsby wanted a reply but hoping that something or someone would interfere. Then they both jumped when Nick's screen door blew open.

Daisy ran into the room and hugged Gatsby, crying. "Gatsby! You were gone for a while! I was so very, very lonely." Instinctively, Gatsby wound his arms around Daisy's small form and held her to him. All was still until Daisy stopped crying. As she wiped her eyes, she noticed Nick sitting on the couch staring at both her and Gatsby with an unreadable expression. She screamed with joy. "Nick, there you are! Gatsby was looking for you at the party yesterday. You disappeared without a word you know."

Nick dropped his gaze to the floor and smiled. "Someone gave me a ride home." Suddenly, Daisy's gloved hand was on Nick's face. Initially, he wanted to recoil with disgust but then the other nights flashed in his mind and he grew still. Quieter and more frozen then the dead.

Not noticing what was happening, Daisy kept her hand on Nick's face. "Nick, dear. Have you been crying? Your eyes are all red and swollen."

Gatsby twitched at the words and turned to stare fiercely at Nick, who in turn ignored him and smiled at Daisy. "It's nothing. Please, don't worry about it." Daisy brightened up and straightened.

She brought her hands together, as if she had a great idea and said, "Why don't we all go to the city today? It's supposed to be nice and cool."

Nick looked up at her cheery form and nearly outwardly cursed her but instead swung his head side to side. "No, that's all right. I think I'll rest today."

Daisy frowned down at Nick, who was still sitting on the couch and reached down. She playfully and roughly pulled him to a standing position while saying, "Why, that nonsense. Today's a perfectly good day for some city fun." Daisy missed the scowl that marred Nick's face as he stood and the tears that welled in his eyes but from behind her, Gatsby saw it all, the pain in every motion and the unusual reaction to the simplest of things. Gatsby was sure that the friend that Nick left the party with was Tom but their unusual behavior confused him. He rose his hand to his face in thought as he continued to stare at Nick.

Nick felt Gatsby's observant gaze on him as he stood and nearly cried out at the pain but Daisy seemed to be completely unaware. Nick pulled gently out of her grasp and again denied her invitation. "No. It's all right. I don't feel very well so I'll stay home today." Daisy put on a pout and turned to Gatsby for some support but found that he was engrossed with Nick.

Upset, Daisy walked over to Gatsby and kissed him to get his attention. Gatsby and Nick were surprised by the bold and unexpected show of emotion but Daisy quickly dragged Gatsby to the car, waving her goodbyes to Nick.

Once they were both gone, Nick again sat on the couch and cried out in pain as his bum hit the soft felt. He sat there for a long while, thinking of nothing but of how Gatsby had kissed Daisy, of how Daisy was using Gatsby to get Tom's attention, and of how lonely he was when Gatsby wasn't around.