This takes place after my other fanfic, Kidnapped, so be warned: mentions of bondage and rape here. Also, there is also mentioned sex, so if you don't want to read it, please use the back button.

27. Trauma

A year had passed since Marth had rescued Roy from his abductors, and the two grew close as lovers. Whenever it was nighttime, the two rush in the woods to make out and watch the stars together. When one of them gets too tired to walk back to camp, the other usually carried him back as they talked.

One day, Marth decided to take it to the next level, and as usual, the two were in the woods, chatting when Marth brought it up.

"Roy?" He asked, blushing slightly.

"Hm?" The younger red-head boy spoke, yawning.

"We've been together as boyfriends for quite some time now, correct?" Marth gulped. In the back of his mind, he hoped to the Gods that he would accept.

"Yes. Why is that, my protector and love?" Roy smiled.

"Well…" Here goes, Marth. "I…well, tonight, want to have some…fun?" He smiled, his red face making a nice contrast of his clothing and hair.

Roy hesitated, his eyes widened. He didn't say a word when flashbacks flooded his mind.

Him, bound and gagged, unable to move or scream for Marth, as his captors unbuttoned his pants...him trying to move away while they held him still…

"NO!" Roy screamed, trying to hold back tears.

Marth was shocked and surprised at his sudden outburst, and deep inside, he was disappointed. "I…see." He sighed, disappointment in his voice. "Why? What is wrong?"

"Well, I—" More flashbacks appeared in his head. The men backhanding him around to shut him up, them chuckling as they attempt to remove his pants...

"You're not interested?" Marth raised an eyebrow.

"R-right!" Roy nodded frantically. "I'm…just not interested. I'm sorry Marth."

"It's fine, Roy." Marth gave him a weak smile. "Don't worry." In the back of his mind, he felt that something was wrong with Roy. Was there another reason why he didn't want to have sex with him?

Roy felt that Marth was hurt when he refused his advances, but he mentally sighed with relief that he wasn't insistent.

"Well…I should go." Roy slowly got up from the ground.

"Already?" Marth asked, raising an eyebrow.

Roy nodded sadly. "We have some things to do in the morning." He said softly.

Marth got up as well, nodding.

The two walked back to the camp, neither of them saying a word to each other. Marth, deep inside, was hurt, but he was curious. What was going on in his lover's mind?

When they made it to the camp, Roy finally spoke, "…See you tomorrow, Marth."

"Good night, Roy."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Marth suddenly woke up when he heard a scream from the other side of the camp. He quickly got up from his bed, recognizing Roy's screams. Grabbing his sword, he rushed to Roy's tent, hoping to the Gods that no one was harming him.

"Roy?!" Marth gasped when he entered Roy's tent, his sword glinting and ready to be used. He sighed with relief when there was no one trying to harm him, but his heart broke when he saw him.

The younger boy was sobbing, his face buried in his knees in a fetal position.

"Roy…" Marth spoke softly as he sheathed his sword. He walked towards the boy, but this made it worse.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" He screamed.

Marth took a step back, his eyes widened. Something was definitely wrong here.

"Roy…" Roy slowly looked up to see Marth. "It's me."

"Oh, Marth…" Roy gulped. "I-I'm so sorry! I thought—"

Marth realized that he had that nightmare again. "You had that kidnapping nightmare again?"

Roy, blushing, slowly nodded.

"Oh…" Marth sat beside him on the bed. "Remember my promise? I won't let anything like that happen to you again."

"I-I know, but," Roy wiped away a few stray tears, "it keeps on happening. I can't even sleep with this fear of those men attempting to rape me…"

Marth placed his hands on the boy's, realization hitting him. "Roy…is this…is this why you don't want to have that fun with me?"

Roy stared at him. He nodded sadly.

Marth felt his heart filling with guilt. "My Gods, I'm so sorry!" He cried, "I shouldn't have been that forward. I should've thought of your feelings first."

Roy smiled weakly. "It's all right, Marth. I'm sorry about what happened back in the woods. I shouldn't have lied to you."

Marth held him close, letting his fingers comb through the boy's red hair. "It's okay, Roy…" He whispered, "It's okay…"

The two stayed this way for what felt like hours until Roy asked, "Marth?"

"Hm?" Marth yawned, still somewhat tired.

"Please. Stay with me tonight." Roy begged.

Marth nodded, letting him go. "Gladly. Anything for you to feel better."

The two lay in the bed together, with Marth holding Roy's smaller body close. Marth grabbed the covers and covered both of them as they snuggled.

"Good night, Roy…" Marth whispered in Roy's ear before the two fell asleep.

Roy hadn't had any nightmares since.

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