Undesired

"I feel the same about you baby. I honestly don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you...."

Dustin chuckled.
"Remember when we met?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Well I remember both times but which one do you mean? The one where you found me after Rick beat the fuck out of me? Or the time when Alex invited me over to make Mike jealous and I thought you were a douche?" He chuckled pecking Dustin's cheek.

"Very first one....Didn't think you would remember that. I was there as Mike's friend and when Alex walked in with you I was pissed. I even brought up the big green tractor."

"Yupp I remember that. Was the night he played with my heart again." Chris smirked. That night was the reason he'd died alone. That night was what had given him false hope and made him spend his whole life trying to get Alex.

Dustin sighed.
"Oh baby."
He held Chris tightly to his chest.

"Aw don't baby me now. I'm over it. I got you now." He smiled and kissed Dustin. "And that was how it was meant to be. Just wish I'd have seen it sooner."

"No.....I died....Only...." He looked thoughtful. "Maybe twenty four hours later....Maybe forty two."

"Damn..." Chris frowned. "No one ever told me that... you looked so young then."

"I was only twenty five." He shrugged, it didn't bother him anymore. His death was painful....But he was over it...kinda.

Chris frowned deeply.
"Here I am complaining. I was fucking ninety." He hugged his fiance.

"So you just died in your sleep?"
His murder was brutal. And yes he was murdered, but they called it an accident because the guys who murdered him put his body in a car, put a brick on the gas, and just let him collide with a semi.

Chris nodded.
"I'd been sorta sick for a while. Wasn't really pleasant but I guess it was a nice, peaceful way to die." If you called, sleeping in you always empty bed nice and peaceful... "How did you die?"

"Oh man, it was fucked up. I had left Mike and Alex's, I was going to go pick Quinton up from the airport. These guys were in the middle of the road, I couldn't run the over so I crashed trying to avoid them." He shivered. They had all been so....soulless. "They came to my truck and dug me out of it. One of them tied me up and they threw me in the back of some truck and drove off with me. I shit you not, they tired me up to a bed and took turns....having their way with me and....I don't even think they were human. They liked to hear me scream, they said so there self so when they did it they would make it hurt as much as possible. They had knifes, they would cut my fucking skin off. No lie they damn sure did that. And I didn't know it until they came in, but yeah they fucked me, tortured me with that and ya know, they had whips and some needles they would stick me with. They stuck the needles in my eyes for one thing.....and then they carved them out." Yeah, they had gouged his eyes from their sockets. "And let me tell you. I was still alive and what they did was they experimented on me. Like they were doctors and they cut things off, they injected me with shit, they fucked me some more. They took off some of my body parts for God knows what." He swallowed. "For the fun of hearing me scream then took my nails and nipped them off, yanked my fucking hair out....I remember they got tired of me screaming for help so they wanted to cut my tongue out. I bit the fuck out of one of them and so they took pliers and pulled out my teeth one by one. And then they took my tongue one cut it out my mouth with some scissors. My individually cut off my fingers and my toes....an ear....Hell they cut my fucking dick off with an ice box opener. Clipped off my eye lids....and I was dead, blood loss killed me. Then they took my body and took it back to my truck....threw me in there, started the truck, put a brick on the gas and ran my body into a semi." He nodded to himself.

Chris blinked a few times, before promply going to the bathroom and barfing, like Mike had earlier.
"That is too messed up for words... I'm... so sorry."

Dustin followed him, rubbing his back.
"Oh baby its....Its fine, It was just kinds bad while it was happening. And when I got here and I was all alone but I was okay..."
It had been HELL.

"No honey don't you comfort me. That's just awful." It was making him sick just hearing about it...

Dustin kissed his cheek.
"Are you okay? I shouldn't have told you about it."
He hugged Chris from behind.

"Baby I'll be fine. Just queasy. You stop it. I want you to talk to me..."

"I am talking to you baby. Whats wrong with you?"
How bad did that bother Chris.

"It's just awful. I love you and I hate thinking of you hurt like that." He nuzzled Dustin's neck and would've kissed him if he didn't just throw up.

"I wont lie....It was horrible......"
He held Chris tightly, he had never been so....helpless.

"I'm sure it was baby. I'm so... sorry. I never knew you had to go through that.... have you told anyone besides me?"

"No....But Quinton knows....I was going to get him and I never showed up. He was stranded until Matt came and got him. He called me a few times. Maybe four days later they called him. They had a full police report, plus those guys confessed to what they did. He....He thinks its his fault because I would never have been out there is I hadn't been going for him....But I don't blame him, I love him."

"I'm sorry baby..." Chris frowned and hugged him tightly. He must be tramatized...