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Warning: this chapter contains material intended only for mature audiences… erm… more so than the other chapters.

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Chapter Nineteen: Interrupted

Mac stood there, his brain completely numb. He was pulled out of his drowsy state as his eyes took in the sight of Stetler completely dominating his good friend.

Neither man heard him come in. Horatio kept momentarily blacking out, his ears couldn't stop ringing. Stetler was lost in his own mind as he manipulated Horatio's body, making it do everything and anything he wanted. He raised his arm threateningly and then let it come down against Horatio's cheek. The redhead struggled and writhed, crying out into the gag that muted him.

It wasn't until Rick struck Horatio across the face that Mac was able to snap out of it.

"Get your filthy hands off of him, Stetler!" Mac roared, charging the bed.

Stetler was able to snap out of his trance just in time to duck as Mac let a fist fly though the air, aimed at his adversary's head. Rick looked down; Horatio hadn't come back down to earth yet, his eyes were closed and he was still quite delirious, moaning constantly.

"What the fuck, Mac?" Rick hissed, turning his head.

Mac's blood boiled with rage as Stetler continued to ravish Horatio's body when he spoke to him. He reached for the jackknife in his back pocket.

"You heard what I said!" The New York cop retorted.

Rick tried to responded, but at the same time he tried to speak Horatio clamped down on him. All that was able to pass though Rick's lips was a muted moan. Unconsciously, Stetler reached down and began fondling the Miami lieutenant. Horatio's muted scream cut through Mac's ears, making him draw his blade.

Mac pounced up on the bed, grabbing Stetler's arms and pinning them behind him. He reached up and laid the flat side of the blade against the other man's throat.

"I said," Mac breathed into Rick's ear, "get your filthy, fucking, god-forsaken hands off of him".

"You wouldn't kill me," Rick quietly gasped, he hadn't completely come back to reality.

Mac tightened his grip on Stetler, making the other man wince in pain.

"You're right," Mac went on, "I wouldn't… However… If you don't pull yourself out of him in the next five seconds I will cut you out of him".

The flat of Mac's blade traveled down Stetler's chest and stomach, moving towards his throbbing hardness.

"You don't understand!" Rick said through gritted teeth, "This is consensual".

"You know what, Stetler?" Mac said, his other hand letting go of Rick's arms, "It doesn't look very fucking consensual".

Rick's eyes widened as Mac wrapped his fingers around his throat and placed the tip of the blade against the base of his cock.

"Leave him alone," Mac growled into Stetler's ear as he lightly began to strangle him.

Not really enjoying his air supply being slowly cut off, Stetler obeyed and pulled out of Horatio. Mac pocketed his blade and went back to restraining Rick's arms.

"There," Stetler chocked, "you happy?"

"Not quite".

The next sound Stetler heard near made him have a heart attack. Mac had opened his pants.

"It would be wise, Rick, for you not to make a sound and do exactly as I say".

Rick tried to protest, but Mac tightened his grip around his neck. Reluctantly he nodded.

Mac looked down at Horatio. His body was trembling with anticipation, his eyes shut tightly; he was waiting for Rick to finish him. He thought he was just being held in suspense.

"Let's put our friend out of commission for a while," Mac whispered into Rick's ear as he reached down and snapped off Horatio's cock ring. The redhead came harder than he had in years, practically sobbing with his release. Rick watched in horror as his lover blacked out almost instantly after he came.

"I don't want him to have to see me do this," the third man sighed as he snapped Horatio's ring onto Rick's cock, "you understand, don't you? You see… I've always believed in 'an eye for an eye'; in my opinion, that is real justice".

"But I didn't rape him! It was completely con- mmf!"

Mac had reached into Horatio's suitcase and pulled out one of his ties, gagging Rick with it. He also pulled out Horatio's MDPD issued handcuffs and slapped them onto Stetler's wrists, shackling them behind his back. Stetler winced at the feeling of cold metal against him. Rick was pulled off the bed, his feet resting on the cold floor beneath it.

"I have always wanted to give you rapists what you have always deserved," Mac hissed against Rick's flesh, "now bend over".

Rick had never felt so trapped, helpless, and frightened in his entire life. The anticipation of the inevitable haunted him, turning his blood to ice. The drive to fight off Mac was canceled by the nerves that neatly paralyzed him. His heart was racing in terror and his once warm sweat turned cold. Full of fear, he did the only sensible thing he could think of: beg. He turned towards Mac, his soft brown eyes pleading for freedom.

Mac roughly grabbed Rick's shoulders and turned him back, giving them a good shove and making him fall into the position Mac desired.

"You know… Stetler," Rick trembled in fear at the way Mac let his family name hiss as he spoke it, "I don't want to fuck you… I just want to see you in pain".

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Horatio didn't know how long he had been out, but his body was still tingling from what Rick had given him. And to his surprise, he was still gagged and cuffed to the headboard. It mustn't have been that long since he blacked out. He was still pretty groggy, so it took him a few seconds to realize that the mattress was moving. The sound of grunts and flesh against flesh became clear to him too. He blinked a few times to get his contacts back into alignment before he looked around. What he saw made his heart jump to his throat and turned his stomach to stone.

Mac had Rick bent over the side of the bed, Rick's chest resting on the mattress. Mac stood behind him, pounding into his helplessly struggling body. Rick was handcuffed and gagged; his muffled screams of pain were coupled with the tears that ran down his face. There were fresh open wounds that striped down his arms. His entire body was straining for freedom and was beaded with sweat.

Mac continued to thrust into Rick, not noticing that Horatio had regained consciousness. He lifted the hand that had previously been out of Horatio's line of sight, it held the pocket knife. With it he made a two inch long horizontal cut into Rick's back, similar to those on his arms. Rick screamed and struggled to escape; Horatio tried to pull himself out of his handcuffs.

Mac saw Horatio struggle and looked up at him.

"Oh, sorry you had to see that, H," He grunted and he thrust hard into Rick's body, "remember when we used to talk about doing this to rapists?"

Horatio struggled harder against his restraints as Rick turned his face away from him.

"I would have freed you right away, but I wanted to take care of this bastard first. I honestly thought that you'd be out longer than that. Just give me a few more minutes, I'm almost done".

Mac leaned down, driving deeper into Rick. Horatio watched Rick's body tremble under the weight of the heavy sobs that overcame him. His mind and heart racing with adrenaline and rage, Horatio turned his body and kicked Mac in the head, hard.

Mac reeled back in a foggy pain that left him breathless. He pulled out of Rick and collapsed back onto the floor. Weakly, Rick was able to stumble over to the nightstand and grab the key to Horatio's handcuffs. He operated quickly despite his hands being cuffed behind his back and his vision blurred from the tears. Horatio was freed by the time Mac had regained the stability to stand. The redhead pulled off his gag, but stayed silent. He was far too angry with Mac to form a coherent sentence.

"Come back here, Stetler," Mac growled at Rick.

"Mac," Horatio said sharply, "get the fuck out of my room and do it now".

"But I-".

"Now, Mac".

"Horatio, I just wanted to-".

"-Why is this so fucking difficult for you, Mac?"

"I didn't know you-"

"Go!" Horatio shouted at the detective, whose eyes widened as Horatio grew eerily calm, "We'll talk tomorrow".

Without another word, Mac pulled his pants and boxers back on and rushed out the door. He left his pocketknife on the dresser along with Horatio's phone and key.

"Rick," Horatio whispered as he pulled his lover down onto the bed beside him. The redhead gently untied Rick's gag, his heart breaking slightly as he heard Rick let out a sob. "Oh Rick… you're okay… you're okay… let me find the keys to those cuffs".

He held Rick close to him for a few moments, kissing every knife wound and stroking his hair. Rick buried his face into Horatio's shoulder, wishing that they could just lie down together and sleep in each other's arms.

Finally Horatio stood up and dug around for the key to his handcuffs. After a few moments he came back to Rick, holding him gently as he freed his lover's wrists.

Rick's hands flew to the cock ring, snapping it off and throwing it across the room. What was supposed to remind him of his trusting relationship with Horatio now only contained echoes of sheer terror. He backed up against the headboard, curling up into a ball and hiding his face in his hands as the tears came back to him.

"It's alright to cry," Horatio said soothingly as he held Rick close to him. He kissed the brunette's hair again, "I love you".

The redhead took one of Rick's wrists, bruised and bleeding from his struggle, and gently pressed his lips against it.

"Let's clean you up," Horatio cooed to Rick, leading him off the bed and into the bathroom. He took his time cleaning and bandaging all his lover's wounds. With the exception of the occasional whimper that came with the sting of antibacterial substances, Rick stayed completely silent.

Horatio looked down at his watch, it was past midnight and they needed to be up and ready to go by nine. "We have to get to sleep soon, would you like to stay here with me?"

Rick nodded in response before Horatio could rattle off any other option. Horatio sadly bit at his lip, all he could possibly want at that moment was to hear Rick's voice again. But he didn't want to press Rick to do anything he wasn't comfortable doing as of yet, even if that included speaking.

He led Rick back onto the bed, holding and kissing him as he did. He didn't want the sight of it to bring back too much trauma, although it was still fresh in his mind. Horatio and Rick slipped under the covers and onto the full, cold, pillows.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Horatio smiled weakly as he stroked Rick's cheek.

Rick dug his body into the mattress, nodding slightly in response. He pulled the redhead in close to him and turned in his arms. Horatio lay there, spooning Rick and occasionally kissing the back of his neck. Tears flooded Horatio's eyes as Rick peacefully fell asleep in his arms.