Misfit

It didn't matter how could of a fighter Drew was, he couldn't do shit drunk. So it was a pretty stupid decision to get even a little tipsy when he needed to protect himself and Mike.

That guys from before was back, pulling at Mike's arm, trying to get him to come home with him.

Drew still could tell that the man was hitting on Mike. And he still didn't like it.
"Ey! You! Getoff'em!" Drew slurred, pointing at the man.

The man laughed at the drunken Drew as Mike snatched away from him.

"Ah'm not jokin'." Drew hiccuped, staring a hole straight through him.

"And if I don't?" The man wagered, stepping closer to Drew, his hand still holding Mike's arm as he had grabbed it back.

"Ah'll kick ya're ass, tha's what." Drew growled, stumbling as he stood up to face the man.

"Really now? Really? Okay then meet me in the ally out back." He kissed Mike's cheek and pushed Drew before sauntering off to the door.

"C'mon Mikey, wash me kick this guys arse." Drew slurred, grabbing Mike's arm and dragging him out to the alleyway.

The guy was waiting behind the door with a wooden bat he had taken from a friend. As soon as Drew walked out he cracked him over the head with it. Mike screamed in shock but he could do nothing as the bad bashed him upside the head next.

While Drew was down the man tied Mike up with some spare rope he had from work. He leaned Mike up against the wall as he began to tear away Drew's clothing. "I'll teach you who your messing with Scot boy." The man removed all of his clothes before aligning himself with Drew's unprepared, tight virgin hole.

Mike watched in horror, unable to do anything, not even scream.

Drew had no clue what was happening all he knew was it hurt. Bad. The tears filled his baby blues as he looked up at Mike helplessly.
"M-mike, what's he doing? It h-hurts." Drew squirmed uncomfortable. "M-make him stop." He whimpered.

Mike bit his lip as he tried to untie himself as the man roughly slammed into his boyfriend's virgin hole.

"Ow! G-get off!" Drew cried, lip trembling.

The man paid him not mind as he continued to pound in and out of Drew's tight heat while Mike struggled to untie himself.

Drew simply cried, every once in a while struggling against the man pinning him to the ground until he was finished, leaving Drew in a bloody, semen covered mess.

The man took his bat and untied Mike after giving him a long kiss, forcing his tongue into Mike's mouth. "Ill see you two later." Ad he walked away.

Mike was by Drew instantly, struggling to pick him up and take him to the car. He drove them home, tears blurring his vision as he looked over at his boyfriend.

The tears wouldn't stop as they drove home. It hadn't even sunk in how that man had just violated him. Took his virginity. But it fucking hurt.

Mike once again out all his strength and energy into carrying Drew to the bed, he cleaned him off before just laying him down and tucking him in. Mike stood for a moment before moving to the door.

Drew was still whimpering.
"L-lay with me." He sniffled.

Mike sighed but none the less he took of his bartending uniform and put on one of Drew's large T-shirts before crawling into bed and wrapping Drew up in his arms.

"M-make it stop." Drew sobbed. The pain was unbearable.

Mike bit his lip.
He didn't know what to do but when he was younger and his farther hurt him. his mother used to sing a song and it....helped. So he sung softly what he remembered.

"If you be my star
I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
when I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine

but you can skyrocket away from me
and never come back if you find another galaxy
far from here with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by "

By the time Mike was finished singing, Drew was sound asleep. The only sign he was alive was the barely audible snores and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Mike sighed before getting up and going to call the police. He sat in the living room for a long time.....His eyes burning as the images of his lovers pained face played over and over in his head.

When Drew woke up late the next afternoon his hole was still throbbing horribly. His head was pounding. Here comes the hangover.
He winced as he limped around. He walked to the living room.
"Hey Mike." He grumbled.