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(I accept hell, stop looking at me like that, mylifechoices, etc. )

After playing a show, Sonny wanders off (for reasons up to the author) and finds himself behind the club, in a secluded back alley, with his guard down. He is ambushed by four or five attackers, (identities also up to the author) and is severely beaten, tortured, (possibly?) stabbed, and repeatedly raped. Sonny does not go down without a fight, and injures one or more of his attackers, prompting extreme measures to keep him from going anywhere. Gore, DP, unsafe sex, bukkakke, humiliation, broken bones, as brutal as it can be without Sonny dying.

fuckwhatiswrongwithme

And if an incredibly ambitious author happens to stumble across this and turn it into something bigger, to have Sonny be found near death and saved by (whoever you love to pair him with, I don't even care) and have to learn to live again... Well, I would love that person forever.

Would anyone be surprised if I said THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE?

FFFFF--Anon, I've secretly wanted this but was too afraid to put in this kind of request <3 Thank you and I second, third and fourth this to infinity!

I'll see you in hell, where the fun party's at 8D

I had a one awesome show today in florida! It was the last one I had before my tour was over and I could go to Canada to see Joel for a couple of days to hang out.
The crowd had been roking. I got so into it I had staged dived, and partied a little on stage with some people in the crowd. They were really pumped to see me that night too. It was truly the perfect ending to my tour.
After words though is always the sucky part cause I always have to come down from my perpetual high.
I waved to Rob who was staying for the after party, and he nodded knowing I was just gonna walk outside to have a smoke.
The cool air hit my face cooling it of the heat I radiated due to being shoved inside a building full of people dancing their hearts out.
I decided to take a little walk as I smoked, strolling down the street in the dead of night. Only a few cars were passing by which was weird since it was Friday that day. I was only a little up the street when I heard others exiting the building I had just come from, probably to do the same thing I was.
I turned into an alley to get some privacy from them, hoping they wouldn't bother me. They talked loud clearly getting closer from their growing voices. Two of them had accents, while the other seemed quieter with a small voice almost seeming sweet.
Then they were at the end of the alley he was in, and they stayed there. I glanced over to them to see what was up, but they just stood there staring at him, smirks on their 3 faces.
"Look eet Rick, eets Skreleeks!!" The one pointed to me.

They stand there laughing, and jeering at me. I can see no way around them. The one they call Rick takes a step closer to me. He was wearing raver clothes and was sweaty like he had come strait from my show.Rick walks up to me his two buddies following. At first all I can think is that they were excited fans, but something about the way they were approaching me did not seem so fannish in my eyes. Something was wrong. He teasingly stabs out at me with his hand. I jump from fright, but refuse to let them see the total fear that I feel.

"What do you want from me?" I yell.
"Hey buddy don yell, or we migh' ave to hurt ju." That confirmed everything for me.
"Here!" I hand them my wallet. "Take my money if that's what you want, but there's not much in it!"
"We dona wan jo money maaan!" sneers Rick, "We wanna jo ASSSS! Ju be a hot lookin' dude that looka like ju can give my DICK a good whorkin' ova!"

Real terror fills my eyes. I couldn't believe it, they wanted to rape me! Rick wasn't short and he wasn't tall. I could see through his clothes that he's a solid guy with muscles that strain through his tight fitting clothes.

Unconsciously, my eyes instinctively lock in on his crotch. Through his tight fitting red leather pants, I can see that he has no small packer. The bulge snaked thickly down his legs and tapered into a menacing point. I gasp in shock and begin babbling uncontrollably begging them to let me go.

The other three guys just stand there laughing and egging Rick on. Though Rick has no weapon, the other two have switchblades extended and they are pointed in my direction. They aren't going to let me by. Not without some bloodshed. I know my odds, and I'm not going to gamble with them either.

Jesse and Carl are a little taller than Rick, but they are also equally built. The bulges in their pants don't make light of Rick's own. I begin to whimper and plead for them to not do this.

"Cova him!" shouts Rick to his companions
What an idiot I am! Letting my guard down in a dark alley like this.

"We gonna 'ave some fun wif ju," laughs Rick, "When we get done wif ju, ju will be beggin' fo' more."

Jesse takes a stand to the right of me and begins rubbing the growing bulge of his crotch. "This is so hungry to fill your ass man, but Rick gets to first. Hes gonna open you up good for me. I don't wanna split you open so they can't have any fun." He moves closer, flips me around so my face is pressed against the cold bricks of the alley and begins rubbing his crotch against my ass. The others laugh and grind their hips. I'm helpless and can do nothing to resist.

Rick produces a can of lubricant from his which I am more than positive he plans to use on me. It was almost like they had just come to my show to do this to me. As he walks towards me, he begins to undo the snaps that held his pants together.

He stops in front of me and unbuttons his shirt. "Gid on jo knees man. I wan ju to suck me hard." My eyes widen with shock. It felt like there was nothing I could do to stop what was happening. I could only hope and pray that Rob would relies I was missing, and go looking for me.

Carl forces me to my knees as Rick unzips his pants. He exposes a thick, brown, uncut cock, dripping with pre-cum waiting to invade my mouth. I shut my mouth tight not wanting begging in my mind for this to stop, but he grabbed my face and pushed my cheeks together. I started hitting at him, tugging my head in different directions so break free from his grip. Jesse kneeled down, his switch suddenly being pushed against my throat.
"Grab it" he said simply. He pushed a little on my neck until I felt a little blood running down.
Scared out of my mind I grabbed his dick not moving it further.
Rick begins to beat my face with his meat and rub it over my mouth. "Open jo mouth and sucka dis baby!"

I do as I am told to terrified to disobey. I open my mouth as wide as I can, but he is so large that I have trouble taking him in. I drool uncontrollably as he forces more and more of it
into my widely stretched mouth. I sob a little, close to tears and I don't know how to make this all stop.

He begins to thrust his hips and fuck my face with such force that I think that my mouth will split. I can feel the head of his cock striking the back of my throat and I gag and sputter. He holds my head tight against his groin, not moving, which begins to cut off the airflow to my body. I can feel it swelling and stretching my mouth beyond belief.

My jaw aches. I can hear Carl and Jesse moving behind me, but cannot see them. My face and nose is buried in the musky, thick, curly growth of pubic hair of Rick's crotch. Between breaths I can smell his strong manly odor invading my nose.

As I continue to struggle to satisfy this man, I can feel Carl and Jesse half ripping, half removing my own clothes. I am stripped naked including my shoes. Soon I feel a lubed finger probing at my entrance. I tense from the sudden intrusion which makes the penetration very painful.

I try, but cannot, cry out in pain. The probing is merciless in its pursuit of deep penetration. I can feel his knuckles pressed tight against my ass and it is slowly withdrawn to be replaced by two then three more fingers.The fingers that were fucking my ass are withdrawn and for a while I am left with an empty feeling in my ass, to which I am grateful but it isn't for long. I suddenly feel something much larger pressing hard against my stretched hole trying to gain entry. I shut my eyes tightly from the pain. The head of his cock must be enormous. He slowly, but forcefully slides in with a pop.

This time I do manage to scream. Rick again thrusts his cock deep into my mouth silencing my only scream. This time, he manages to shove all of that thickness down into my throat. I try to beat him with my arms. This only angers him as he grabs my arms and holds them tightly behind him. If that wasn't enough, I can feel the monster cock sliding deeper into my rectum, stretching it painfully.

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I am being invaded from both ends. Carl's dick must also have been tapered because it got thicker, and stretched me more with every inch that slid in. I felt its head deep inside my most private of places forcing its way deeper. He struck a point where my insides must have curved, but he didn't stop.

He slowly slid all of his cock in to the hilt and held it there for a few more seconds. I could feel
his thick pubic hairs scratching my parted cheeks. He was in, it hurt, so badly. He slowly began withdrawing his cock until only the head of it was still inside of me. The withdrawal was as equally painful.

Rick eased his grip on my head and I quickly inhaled lungs full of air. He began a rhythmic fucking of my mouth in sync with Carl's slow but deep fuck. The pain never subsided. The man was very uneven, and never hit my sweet spot enough so I could try to ignore it.I had never been filled at both ends like this before. Carl begins to fuck me faster and harder and with each
thrust impales my mouth deep on Rick's cock. Jesse is still holding the knife to my neck bleeding more from him pressing so hard. I don't think he notices though to concentrated on the fucking to pay attention to the sharp blade digging into me.
Suddenly, Carl ceases his pounding of my ass and withdraws completely. I'm sure that my ass is stretched beyond recognition as I feel this sudden emptiness. I sigh with relief hoping that this was finally all over. Jesse moves away the blade leaving my neck and stands next to Rick ready to take his place in the assault of my mouth.

"Don't worry," he says, "You'll soon feel my dick your ass." Rick withdraws completely from my mouth and I cease this opportunity to relax my jaw. At that moment I try to stand up, maybe to run since their pants were around their ankles. I didn't care if I was naked I just wanted to get away from them. I just wanted to run to Rob, because he made me feel safe, he could stop this from happening.
I only managed to stand halfway up before Rick grabbed my hair, and pulled it so hard my head pulled backwards straining my neck.
"oh no no no." He shook he says laughing a me. Jesse laughs, his hand moving in place of Rick's and shoves himself into my mouth. I thought that Rico was big, but he was nothing compared to Jesse. No matter how much Jesse tried to force his big dick into my mouth, he still could not manage to get it all the way in without a few teeth scraping it. He settled for fucking me with as much of it as he could get in. Carl stood next to him and began spurting cum onto my face.
The emptiness in my ass was again filled with the intrusion of Rick's cock. The stretching that Carl had given it made for an easier entry of his cock. It didn't matter to him though. He was content with fucking my looser, but still tight asshole. "Dis man is still tight even afta ju fucked him Carl," he says.
"It feels so good and tight!" Rick wasted no time with slow fucking, he rammed my ass harder and faster with each of his thrust. The pain surged up my back making my hands quiver on the cold cement beneath me. My entire body was in pain including my knees which ached from kneeling on them for so long.
I could feel Rick tense behind me with what surely had to be him cumming in my ass.
He pulled out of me, spent, and walked over to where Jesse was still sheathed inside my mouth. He pulled my hair so that Jesse's cock came out, and pushed my head down to the ground. My hands flaired above me in attempts to hit something, anything. This just wasn't fair, what had I done to deserve being raped in some disgusting alley. My fist made contact with what I assumed was Ricks face.
"DAMN, dis fucka made my nose bleed man." He complained. He then pulled my head up, and slammed it against the concrete ground. The contact with the floor shattered my glasses, the broken lenses digging into my skin. My world went dizzy, the edges of my vision going black.
"Don, you eva do dat again!"
Jesse stepped between my legs with dick in hands. He rubbed the head of his cock over my hole before slowly forcing it into my hole. Though Rick and Carl had had their turns of
me, I was still not stretched enough to accommodate Jesse's. As when Rick forced himself into me, Jesse caused pain as the head gained entry. I cried hard against the floor.

Slowly, Jesse forced his way into my ass. Pushing in an inch, then pulling out half an inch until he succeeded in shoving all of himself deep into my ass. The pain went away slowly, as I numbed all over the intense hurt finally going away.
I just lay their allowing him to fuck me mercilessly as my world went dark, but I didn't pass out to my sorrow. Tears rolled down my cheeks mixing with blood.
He pulled his cock out of me, and shot a stream of come on, and over my back into my hair. "Ah, look, I got some cum in your hair."

At this point I didn't care. I am totally drained, to my luck my vision blacked out, and I fell unconscious.
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My entire body ached horribly as I awoke especially my lower regions. The back of my throat burned, and my head strained with pain from the massive headache I had.
I opened my eyes looking around what was clearly a hospital the baby blue sheets rapped snug around my chest down.
"Sonny?" I heard.
It was Joel sitting their next to my bed, eyes red from possibly crying.
"Hey" I muttered, my voice hoarse from being invaded.
"Oh my god skrills Rob said he found you in an alley, he said....he said that." Joel stammered clearly distressed. "I was raped" I finished numbly. Joel nodded not being able to say it out loud.
"Robs at the police station pointing out who did this to you." He said after a few moments.
"They caught them?" I asked. Joel nodded, then shrugged "Well, Rob did anyway, the one with the red pants. He beat the shit out of him and called the cops. I guess he ratted out his buddies, but they wanted Rob to make sure."
I nodded, relived that my assailants had been caught.
"Rob called me yesterday, and said you were here....told me what happened. God. I-I flew out here right away." I smiled touched, and reached my hand out, touching his cheek. He leaned into my hand grabbing it softly.
"Here I got you something." He said suddenly reaching down into his bag that was next to his chair. He pulled out a case, handing it to me. I blinked, and opened it.
It was a new pair of the glasses.
"I picked out the thick kind that you like so much."
I sniffed and put them on my face, the prescription surprisingly correct. "Thank you Joel, thanks so much." He smiled, then frowned looking down at the floor.
"I wish I could have been there. To stop it." I leaned over to tapp the side if his face, and flexed my fingers in and out of a fist. He took my hand looking into my eyes sorrow etched into them.
"Neither of us could have seen this coming, I don't blame you Joel, there was nothing you could do." He shook his head.
"I just, h-how are you though are you alright?" he paused closing his eyes tight "that's a stupid ass question." I giggled shaking my head.
"I-it hurts everywhere, I feel dirty" I looked away from him "but I...I'm just so glad you're here. You make all this easier to deal with." I glanced at him as he stood up slightly to lean over the bed near my face.
His eyes were intense as I gazed into them, and I felt a rush of emotions go through me. So I leaned in and pecked his lips innocently. We pulled away and looked at each other, neither of us making a move further. Understanding that this wasn't the time, that I wasn't ready for anything to extreme at this point.
He got up, and pulled himself onto the bed right next to me. Burying his face into my hair as I rested my head into his neck.
No, nothing to extreme right now.
This would suffice for now, just laying with one another.
"I love you" He whispered, and all I thought was that I was going to be alright.

Why has nobody commented on this?? Whatever... This was good. Not great, it coulda been more violent, and the suffering wasn't all that, I don't know, I just didn't "feel" it, ya know? But then, gang rape is hard to write! Whatever, it was still worth reading, and I'm totally gonna save this to my personal fapp folder. (Some days you want sap and others you want rape.)
Even though I'm not OP, I thank you for writing this dirty, dirty fill!

You are a fucking disgusting person, as is every single person in this comment thread.

how could this any more disgusting than fluff even though they are equally fake?

Do you mean everyone on the kinkmeme, or just us under this prompt? Because yeah, you don't really need to point out people with a thing for VIOLENT RAPE as being disgusting. (Hint: We already know!)

Also, I'm gonna take this opportunity to say I was the one to put up the reply to this fic, but I forgot to de-anon. Hi!

I actually relised it wasn't violent enough after I posted it, so I was like
I need to write a hardcore version of this
so its in the making
also doing it just to be apparently more disgusting <3 <3

(i don't mean to stomp on the author's toes, but i was really feeling this prompt for some reason).

“What the fuck, man!”

There were hands, everywhere. Clawing, picking him up, squeezing him too tight. They groped at his thighs and pulled at his hair, growing progressively more insistent as he began to struggle, rolling like a buoy in the surf.
“Shut the fuck up, kid.” It was snarled in his ear, breath tainted with liquor pouring down his neck like oil. It seeped into his skin. “Scream, and we’ll cut your fuckin’ throat.” The other men cackled like hyenas, and Sonny felt tears prickling in the back of his eye sockets, hot, salty, and useless. A nose was pressed against his cheek, just as tears began to spill. “Poor baby’s cryin’, lads.” More laughter, louder this time, more raucous. Sonny didn’t know where they were, now. They’d carried him well away from the club, and the throb of its bass was almost inaudible. He was dropped onto his knees, seized by his hair. He was given the opportunity to finally look his attackers in the eye, now. There were five of them, one quite attractive, the others varying from average to lanky. Like Joel. A sob tore itself through his throat as the smiling mau5 darted through his thoughts, fleeting, like a cheetah sprinting after its prey. Too fast to register.

Sonny looked up at the man, whom he recognised as a bouncer of the club he’d just played a show at. His name was Ryan. He was tall, muscled and rugged. Not someone that Sonny would have gone for if given the chance, but attractive nonetheless. Another sound broke the silence, one of anguish, deep from Sonny’s ribcage. “Please don’t hurt me,” he whispered. Tears were flowing down his cheeks like some sort of torrential rain, now. He couldn’t let himself be ruined for Joel, couldn’t have all of these hands touching him. He was Joel’s, only. This wasn’t to say that he hadn’t partaken in anal sex before, no. Even before Joel, Sonny had messed around with a few guys. But they were nothing, now. Joel was his all, his soul mate.
Too bad the Canadian didn’t know it yet. Would Sonny get the chance to tell him? Would these men kill him? He didn’t know. He trembled, looked down at the ground and cried harder than he ever had in his life. He was kneed in the mouth a moment later, and his teeth split his lip. Blood and saliva dribbled freely down his chin. He’d cut the inside of his cheek, too.
“Sonny, baby. There’s no need to cry. We’ll show you a good time, eh? We’re all good lads ‘ere.” The one that looked like Joel snorted and Sonny almost whimpered. He figured that if he played the good boy, the good little gazelle, the pack wouldn’t eat him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His voice sounded like he’d been forced to swallow glass. Ryan made a noise, just a single syllable, in the back of his throat, and rubbed the coarse pad of his thumb over Sonny’s cheekbone.
“It’s alright, little ‘un. You’re forgiven.”

The sound of zippers being dragged down sounded like handcuffs being snapped into place. He trembled as though someone had left in an Antarctic snow-storm. His head was jerked upwards, forced to look at Ryan again, as something warm and wet and musky pressed up against his lips. He sealed his mouth tightly, and shied away. Precome smeared across his left cheek. Ryan growled, swung his head back around, and tried again. Sonny had the same reaction. When the third try was refused, Ryan punched him, square in the nose. Sonny screeched, and lurched backwards. He was sure it was broken; it had felt like this that time he’d been kicked at Warped tour.

More blood, thicker and less viscous this time, ran down his face, stuck in the gaps between his teeth.
“Open your fuckin’ mouth.” He did as he was told, and within almost the same second he was gagging on Ryan’s dick. He was trying to remember how to breathe when fingers began to feel around the waistband of his jeans. He wriggled away as best he could, though with his face buried in another man’s pubes, escaping was more than difficult. He was slapped, quite viciously, against the back of his head. Pulled off of Ryan’s dick for just a moment so those same hands could tear off his shirt. They reached around his waist at the same time that Ryan buried himself in his throat again. He retched, and was sure he was about to vomit as his jeans were pulled off. He was left only in his socks, and as he began to think of this as some sort of escape, the sensation of burning leapt up his spine, bounding from bone to bone.

One of the men was pressing the cherry of his cigarette in even intervals up his spine, atop each little nub of his vertebrae. He arched away from it and whimpered, gasped for air and heaved wetly when Ryan pulled out to watch flesh blister and burn. “Smells like shit,” he said, raking his fingers roughly over Sonny’s scalp. Burning hair and burning flesh filled Sonny’s nose and he continued to arch away and retch, arch and retch until he was thrown onto the ground. “Stay down.” Ryan rolled him over, onto his back, brushed the sole of his boot down the centre of his stomach, nudged at his flaccid cock with a small, disapproving noise. “Not enough for ya, Sonny boy?” He pressed downwards, sharp and hard, and Sonny cried out, tried to reach down and shield his testicles. His wrists were snatched by a man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, standing over his face, cock out, precome dripping. A bead of the musky liquid dropped onto his face, mingling with the blood and tears there. His legs were pushed up, and the man who had been standing over his face slid beneath him. He was sandwiched between Ryan and the stranger, who was breathing heavily against his ear, rubbing stubble along his jaw. The man who had been burning him with the cigarette was standing off to the side, with the other three, all of them lazily jerking off.
He heard a foil packet rip open, and opened his eyes to watch Ryan roll a condom down his length. At least he could be thankful for that, he supposed. He felt the man behind him do something of the same description, confirmed by the latex-clad warmth pressed against the crease of his buttocks.

And suddenly Sonny wasn’t there any more. He was with Joel, in his arms, and they were watching a movie - Up. Joel had laughed at him for wanting to watch it but Sonny had niggled it out of him. Joel was crunching popcorn obnoxiously in his ear, but it made him smile, made him nuzzle deeper into his embrace. When he was with Joel, everything was perfect.

He was brought out of his fantasy as Ryan began to work his way into him. The pain had Sonny tense and unmoving, back as straight as a rod. He sniffled, made a little noise, and squeezed his eyes shut, as tight as he could. Back to Joel, back to Up. Back to watching Meowingtons eat, listening to Joel mimic the little boy in the movie in a high-pitched voice. It wasn’t working. He wanted to be sick. His stomach was rolling deep in his gut and his heart was breaking. Joel wouldn’t want him after this. Joel wouldn’t want someone who was too weak to fight off his attackers. Sonny cried quietly as Ryan began to fuck him in earnest, grunting out phrases that had Sonny cringing. “Like my cock in your pussy, slut? Yeah. Yeah. Your little cunt fucking loves it. Yeah.” Sonny tried to curl up, but his head was pulled backwards by the man behind him, who was shuffling around to awkwardly press the head of his own cock against Sonny’s already straining hole. He shrieked, then, the first proper sound he’d made since their threat of cutting his throat.

“No, no! No, no, no, no! Please don’t! Please! I can be good, I’ll do anything you say! Please!” Ryan grabbed his limp cock and crushed it in all the vicelike power of his hand. Sonny screamed, and suddenly, silenced. One of the three men watching the ordeal had shoved his underwear into his mouth. It made breathing hard, made sobbing hard. He moaned weakly into it when the man behind him breached his hole, alongside Ryan’s somewhat impressive length. He felt slick, and knew that he was bleeding. Knew that the muscle had been torn.

He went limp, now. Felt nothing. Felt empty, hollow. Nothing but something for these men to fuck, to use. He didn’t know how long he was there, but he knew that by the time the other three men had had their dicks sucked or the chance to fuck him, Ryan wanted one last try. He made a noise of disappointment when he slid into Sonny. “Your pussy’s loose, babe.” He fucked him anyway. Ryan came one last time, and pulled Sonny’s underwear from his mouth. Propped him up against the wall, and admired the bruises, burns and scratches his men had left. Sonny had been whipped with a belt, all over. The buckle had opened a cut just below his eye and the leather had left welts all about his thighs. Ryan thumbed his chin gently, and Sonny winced and turned his head away weakly. “You did good, kitten.” Ryan kissed his forehead and got up. The men had gathered themselves and righted their clothing, and off they went. One of them threw Sonny’s clothes at him.

-

Sonny didn’t know how long he’d sat there, watching the stars. He just knew that the sun was making itself known; they sky was lightening from its midnight navy blue to a sort of green colour, and the stars were beginning to disappear.
Joel found him like that, watching the sky. Dried blood all over his legs and his chest, clothes bundled up in his lap. His eyes were bruised, and his nose was skewed to the left. He’d approached slowly, and quietly, like a person would an injured fawn. He kneeled at Sonny’s side and touched his jaw lightly. Sonny looked at him, eyes unfocused, like a fish. “Skrills,” he breathed. “What happened?” Sonny just wiggled closer, and wrapped stiff, bruised arms around Joel’s neck. Joel pulled back only slightly to wrap Sonny in his jacket, to put his underwear on for him. He picked him up after that and held him like a koala, and slung Sonny’s clothes over his shoulder. “I’ll get you to the hospital, okay? You’ll be alright, Skrills.” Sonny said nothing, only held onto him a little tighter.

They’d made it to the hospital after an hour’s walk. Sonny had refused to let Joel out of his sight and the Canadian had cried when they’d restrained his goblin to sedate him, to repair the ruined muscles of his sphincter and re-break his nose to place it in its former bulky glory. Joel was there from the moment Sonny woke up, had been told that he’d been raped by what appeared to be more than one man. There had been no semen and no precome left inside of his body, the doctor had said, and therefore they could not gain some sort of DNA reading or any form of identification. The court was harsh on rape cases, anyway.

-

Joel had taken Sonny home to Toronto about a month later, when he was well enough. Joel had always thought that people who had been raped would be terrified of touching, terrified of people, but Sonny never let go of his hand, his arm. Always wanted to be carried, like a baby. Joel doted on him like he was one, and Lindsey did, too, before she jetted off to visit her parents or some other relative; Joel hadn’t been listening.

They were on the couch now, watching Up. Joel was crunching away at popcorn and Sonny was bundled up in a blanket, and had wriggled his way into Joel’s arms. Every now and then, his chin would bump the top of the goblin’s head as he chewed.

He would laugh a little, and watch in the reflection of the television screen to see if he got some sort of reaction out of Sonny. It never did. He popped a kernel into Sonny’s mouth with gentle fingers, and he ate it as though he were some sort of robot. Joel gave up on interaction after that; he settled for stroking Sonny’s elbow with his thumb, through the blanket.
They made it through another hour of the movie before Sonny began to take deep breaths. Joel looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “You okay, man?”

“I love you Joel.”

Sonny’s voice was quiet, and timid. Hoarse from disuse. “I love you too, man.”

“No. Love love. In love. Always. Forever. I want to be with you. Wanna get married. Adopt a kid, or a cat, or just have Meowingtons. Anything. You’re my. My soul mate.” Sonny was tearing up and he was beginning to tremble. Joel hugged him tightly, nosed at his cheek gently.
“I get it, Skrills.” He hesitated, now. Joel had never been good with exposing his feelings - feelings were for girls. “I. I love you too, Sonny.”
“What about Lindsey?” he whispered. “You say you love her sometimes. Is it just to make her feel better about herself? Did you say it just so you wouldn’t hurt me?”
Joel shook his head, slowly. “I love Lindsey in a different way, kid. Love Lindsey because she’s a woman, a sweet one. She’s kind, and gentle, she makes me laugh. She’s a companion, more than a girlfriend. More than a marriage prospect.”
“Why do you love me?”
“Because you’re my goblin. And you always will be. You make me laugh, too. And you’re kind and you’re gentle. But, you’re different. I don’t love you because you’re a man. I love you because you’re Sonny. My Sonny. You’re sweet and caring and you fucking adore Meowingtons. You fill out the criteria.” Joel quirked a smile, here, to expose his joke. Sonny just kept looking at him with that measured gaze, that straight mouth. Joel leaned close and kissed him, softly. Sonny jumped a little, pulled away for a second. But then he was back, eating at Joel’s mouth like nothing had ever happened. They kissed like this for only a few moments, but it left Joel’s lips a little flushed, Sonny’s hair a little dishevelled from the way Joel had run his hands through it.
Sonny still didn’t smile. He turned his back to Joel’s chest again and went back to watching the movie. Joel kissed the top of his head. “I’ll marry you one day, Skrills. We’ll get old together. Die together. We’ll rule the world.”

And there, in the reflection of the television screen, Joel saw the first smile since the incident. Shy, and uncertain, but it was a smile. He kissed the spot below a stretched earlobe.

“Love you forever, Sonny Moore.”

(probably wasn't much like what you wanted. sorry.)

I'm just gonna sit over here and cry a little, okay? The rape was brutal and the love was fluffy and oh how wonderful it all is..! These tears are tears of joy.

;____; That was so good in every aspect. Wish I knew how to memorize this..

just commenting to make shit show up blah.

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