After All These Years

Chapter 3: Abused

.? I posted something from Nanu107 at my stories… *gaspshock horror*
nanu107: thank god I checked your reviews silly… NOW GET MY STORY OFF YOUR SITE!
Deyhra: actually it's a story I coauthored so I can have it here…
nanu107: Yeah but you have a couple hundred angry readers reading my stuff… on your page
*they both turn…*
Deyhra: *hands clasped, head bowed* Sorry!

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Author's Notes: Hey guys, thanks to all of you who have reviewed: I'm having a bit too much fun writing this and I have a small idea: could you step into my profile and vote at my poll? It would decided how long or short this story would be; thanks a bunch! WARNING: Strong Scenes ahead, if you are squeamish or don't like rape scenes involving M/M characters you might want to skip this chapter.

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The Chrysler building had become a sort of heaven for Balthazar during this sort of times. When he was tired he visited, when he was angry he visited, and now when he was sad and hopeless he just stood over the eagle, looking down and really seeing nothing.

He'd failed Dave horribly, and his big mouth was the main culprit. He had no excuse and if he had to say something for himself it was only that after so many years of pleasuring himself while calling out for his dead love… It was now lame to even thing of that as an excuse. So Balthazar took a deep breath, for the tenth time, and swallowed hard. There was no way Dave would want him as a lover, and the events would strain their relationship as master and apprentice. He would have to find a worthy enough sorcerer to train Dave and then request the Prime Merlinian's help to defeat Morgana.

It was so painful Balthazar could only press his lips together and close his eyes.

"Having troubles?" He knew that voice, and turning… Drake stone was there, smirking at Balthazar. "I sort of heard what happened to you and that sissy boy…"

"I resent your ways of referring to my apprentice."

"Your lover would be a better choice, right?" Balthazar remained quiet, observing the younger man. "Yeah, Horvath told me. Pity the boy is dead."

"Killed because Horvath betrayed us, or did he forget to mention that?"

"No, he told me."

"And you still follow him around as a puppy? Or has he tangled you in his sheets as well?" Drake flushed, either embarrassment or anger, but Balthazar got him. A thrust spell pushed the younger man to the wall, and Balthazar walked to the boy. "You didn't think he really loved you, did you boy?"

"Nah, but I enjoyed it!" Drake launched his attack; fire attempted to consume Balthazar, but bored with the attempts of fighting the boy was doing, Balthazar waved the fire to disappear. "What? Don't find me worthy to fight you?"

"Why has Horvath sent you? You do bring a message, don't' you?"

Drake stood, smirking, and cleaned his clothes. "Yeah, I do. While you've been waiting your time moping and then talking to me, Horvath had found the address to the Prime's lab, and was heading there, about half an hour ago…"

Balthazar's eyes widened and he pushed Drake against the wall; trapping him effectively with the concrete of the wall. "Pray that nothing has happened ot Dave, because if Horvath hurts him I'm coming back for you."

"I wasn't the one playing with the kids'…" And more concrete found its way around Drake, this time sealing his mouth effectively.

Dave took a shower, after all it had been too much dirt to deal with. He'd scrubbed his skin three times, with deep hard strokes that had his skin red and burning, but at least he now felt cleaner of both sorcerers touch. Although Balthazar had been wanted, it was Horvath's he wanted to forget. His mind was muddled with resent memories, and tired he turned off the hot water and stood in the small space for a moment.

This thing of looking like Victor sucked.

Dave found a large towel and used it to dry off, he then dried his hair and brushed his teeth, deciding to call it a night and go to bed, but he'd forgotten his clothes at the back room, and wrapped the towel to hurry back there. Hurrying out of the bathroom Dave trembled with the breeze entering the place and before he reached the room heard someone walking around the large Merlinian Circle. Frowning he saw a shadow moving towards the sofa and sighed. "Balthazar? Is that you?"

When no answer came, and shadow stopped moving, Dave shook his head and started heading towards the open are. "Balthazar, come on man. You know I don't' want to see…" Dave gasped, taking a step back, as he set his eyes on the intruder.

There was Horvath, apparently surprised of seeing Dave there. "Why Dave, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Dave tried to run off, but Horvath took three long strides and grabbed his hair, yanking backwards; Dave let out a cry of pain and felt the stone hit his chest and face as he was pushed against the nearest wall. Horvath behind him, chuckling; Dave screamed in fear and pain, trying to escape.

Again metal bound Dave to the wall, this time his hands were high over his head and Horvath released the boy's hair to look at his handy work. "My, my; you took a shower just to impress me Dave?"

"No." Whimpered Dave, pulling at his arms and failing to free himself. Panic was quickly rushing into his body, and he tried to summon enough calmness to at least attempt to cover himself with something, anything, that would keep him from Horvath until Balthazar arrived.

was the only thing his mind could conjure up, as if begging his master to return from wherever he'd set out to go.

Horvath laughed at his attempts and pulled the towel off his body, Dave cried out, and Horvath laughed again. "I must tell you your attempts of struggling are only making this… much more exciting." Dave cried out in fear, as Horvath touched his back, hand sliding over the still wet skin, and circling to play with his sides, apparently attempting to tickle him, and moved lower, to circle his hips and in front. Horvath's coarse hands took hold of Dave's limp member, and gave it a squeeze, making pain shoot up the boy's spine. "No! Don't… don't touch me!"

"Too late for that Victor. Finally I'm going to have what you denied me a thousand years ago."

To Dave's horror, Horvath pulled out a small white bottle, and unzipped his pants. A cold gel was dripped over Dave's buttocks and in between, as something hard and warm was pressed between the soft cheeks. Dave struggled, tears falling down his cheeks, as Horvath moved his hips back, angled… Pain made Dave cry out, and Horvath's moan echoed in the lab, the Morganian took full advantage of the Prime Merlinian, slapping his hips quickly and painfully hard, murmuring his pleasure as the boy cried and begged him to stop and release him. But his please fell into deaf ears. At some moment Horvath's hand moved around Dave's hid, pushing particularly hard against the boy, and took hold of the limp sex, stroking it at with the pace he had created. Dave struggled, as best as he could, and cried out as the touched had his body turning traitor on him.

This could not be happening! This was not happening! His mind provided, in a mantra, along with; Where are you Balthazar?

Horvath's moans were like daggers into Dave's skin, as well as the sensation of need he felt; he didn't wanted this. This was a reaction of his abused body, something physical detached from all emotional aspects; he didn't want this. He wanted Balthazar not this monster for a Morganian.

Abused, Dave sobbed, as Horvath released his pent up frustration and lust inside him, and pulled out of the boy. Dave fell limp, knees bending slightly to try and accommodate his body against the wall, sobbing painfully and attempting to fold into himself, as Horvath sighed and attempted to touch Dave's hair… a powerful thrust spell pushed him to the farthest wall, and kept him there. Looking up Dave's eyes lit with hope as Balthazar hurries down the stairs and find him…

Anger blinded Balthazar, but also worry. Turning to Horvath Balthazar casted a powerful thunder spell and threw it at the man, who screamed and was able to lift his walking stick and avoid getting hit by it. But then hurried to the side of the building and the sound of crashing glass was heard; Horvath has escaped again.

Forgetting about the criminal, Balthazar hurried to Dave and released him from the bounds Horvath had created, pulling him to a tight embrace. The boy cried in relief to be finally in safety's arms, and trembled as Balthazar soothed his hair back, finding the towel that used to cover him and wrapping him with it. "Come on, I'll run you a bath."

"He… he touched… he raped me." Sobbed Dave, huddling closer to Balthazar, the master gritted his teeth in anger, and squeezed Dave before helping him up.

"Let's scrub him off your skin, come." And with that he pulled Dave towards the bathroom. Balthazar could see Dave had been showering before the whole thing occurred, and hoped there was still some warm water for him to wash the boy up. He started the shower, and still clothed got under it, Dave in his arms. "Let me clean you, Dave." He said softly, after the boy refused to let him go, and convinced him softly that he was going no where. Balthazar washed Dave's hair, and then used the bar soap to lather his hands and clean his skin. Balthazar moved efficiently over Dave's skin, healing the little scrapes and cuts Horvath had managed, and felt Dave trembling as he neared his hips. "This might hurt."

"He… he forced it in…"

"I know; you are bleeding." And Balthazar touched his buttocks, where marks of nails were scratched over, healing the skin. He cleaned Dave's most private area, not meaning his touch to be sexual but healing, and then moved down his legs, making sure hew as well soaped before continuing. He got back up, and cleaned the boy's face, cupping the cheeks and kissing his lips. They hugged, holding tightly. "This is my fault; I shouldn't have left you."

Dave sniffled and held onto Balthazar even tighter.

"When you hold me I can't feel him…" Murmured Dave against Balthazar's wet clothes, eyes closed."

"He won't reach you again, I promise."

Dave remained quiet, and Balthazar washed the soap off Dave's skin. He then wrapped him up in the towel and took off his clothes, finding another towel and wrapping it around his waist. He then guided Dave to the frosted glass room, and asked if he still hurt. "I'm afraid to sit down."

Balthazar nodded. "Then do it slowly, so you can lay down."

Dave tried, and gave a quiet pain gasp, before quickly dropping his body over the bed. Balthazar asked him if he wanted to put on some clothes, and Dave shook his head. "I can find you something for the pain."

"No, just… hold me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I don't want to remember…"

Balthazar nodded, and still wearing his towel climbed to bed and gathered the broken youth into his arms. Balthazar's vigil began.