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Neil
Neil, is forced into his new room and he's about to say a smart ass remark that will surely get him in trouble, but he doesn't care at the moment, when he feels a weight press against his back and push him onto his new bed; well not really new considering the state it's in with all the stains and everything, assholes couldn't even clean it properly. "Get the fuck off me." Neil grits out through clenched teeth, "Hmm~~, what a mouth you have.~~" He hears a rough, middle aged voice say into his ear, and the voice makes him fucking shiver in disgust, fuck this. "Get the fuck off me."
The man doesn't move and suddenly a pair of hands trail over his body... no... no, no, no. Neil elbows the man in the ribs and the guy groans in pain stumbling back off him and he takes the chance to get off the bed quickly but suddenly a knife is shoved into his mouth pressing against the inside of his cheek, fucking Riko.
"You fucking-" Neil's words are cut off as Riko presses the knife harder and grins like a fucking maniac, "Now, now, Nathaniel that's no way to speak to your king after they gave you a present." Riko says as he eyes the middle aged guy behind Neil that is now pressed up against his back, fuck. "Fuck your present, and your not my king." Neil says his voice muffled slightly by the knife. Riko's eyes darken, "Is that so, then you wouldn't mind if I send Proust back to Andrew to reenact what Drake did, would you."
Neil freezes, no... the guy behind Neil; apparently Proust; presses closer to him. "I wouldn't mind either one.~~" Fuck, fuck, fuck... "Riko, don't you fucking-" Neil's words are cut off as Riko punches him in the face. Neil stumbles back into Proust who fucking eagerly wraps their arms around his waist.
"Now, Nathaniel be a good boy for Proust and nothing will happen to your dear, Andrew." Neil wants to say no, but, he thinks about how defenseless Andrew would be during the withdraws and can't do that to him, who cares if Andrew is angry at him, he'll deal with the consequences later.
Proust grabs Neil's hair and throws him onto the bed having him lay on his stomach as he trails his hands over his body, going under his shirt. His hands trail to the waist bands of his pants and Neil freezes his hands turning into fists, holding back as he so dearly wants to lash out. For Andrew. For Andrew. For Andrew. Neil repeats those words like a mantra as his pants and underwear are pulled down. Rough hands grip his cock and he can't hold back anymore and elbows Proust and suddenly, just as quick as he had elbowed Proust, handcuffs are wrapped around his wrists and to the headboards by Riko. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. "Your gonna pay for that pretty boy.~~"
Neil's face is pushed into the pillow as a sharp pain goes through his back making him bite his lip to not make any sounds. "Come on, pretty boy, moan for me. I know you want to.~~" Proust groans out roughly in his ear. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Neil keeps quiet not going to give the man the pleasure of hearing his voice. Rough hands grip his hips tighter pulling him back on the man's cock. Stop. Stop. Stop. "Such a tight ass. Your just taking my cock like a good boy should.~~" The sound of the man's voice in his ear makes Neil want to fucking puke, but he doesn't instead yanking on the cuffs. "Be a good boy, Nathaniel, or I'll go back to our Andrew.~~" Neil stops yanking on the cuffs and repeats in his head as Proust rapes him. For Andrew. For Andrew. For Andrew.
A week goes by in a blur, the hands on his body never stop the amount of times Neil's taken and abused never stop, every fucking minute of his time there is torture. Proust takes pictures everytime he cums inside Neil, saying, "For memories, when your gone.~~" It makes Neil want to throw up, which he does regularly after they use his mouth.
The hands on his body burn and Neil wants to fucking rip his skin off, to just get their touches off him, but he can't. They call Neil all kinds of names; slut, whore, pet, pretty boy, good boy etc; Riko carves the words into his skin as he rapes him, "I wonder how your little bodyguard will react when he sees these.~~" Neil doesn't say anything trying to focus on how he only has a week left, just one more fucking week.
The only person who doesn't touch him is Jean. Eveytime there done with him Jean will help Neil up to drag him to the showers, take care of his injuries, and dress him.
On the last day, Proust bends him over a table as he rapes him. Thrust. Moan. Thrust. Groan. "I'm gonna fucking miss your tight ass, pretty boy." Neil, flinches as Proust calls him pretty boy; he started hating those words after the first time. He begged at some point saying, "Please" over and over again, but it never stopped he realized what Andrew ment when he said he hated that word. After all the Raven's have used him except for Jean, he's taken to the airport, as Jean drives Neil passes out his body sore and lingering with the burning touches. He doesn't realize that his contacts had been taken out and his hair had been dyed back to his original color.
Neil wakes up in a chair, and looks around as he focuses his eyes and realizes that he's at an airport. "When..." Neil doesn't remember the trip but doesn't have time to think about it when he suddenly feels a sharp pain all over his body. Fuck. He gets up slowly limping as he carries his bag on his shoulder and takes his phone out with a charger. He plugs it in as he leans against a wall too sore to sit down. He dials Wymack as soon as his phone lights up.
"This better be worth my time, if your waking me up this late." Neil breathes in sharply his body relaxing as he hears the familiar voice. "Sorry, Coach, I didn't know who else to call." Neil says, his voice hoarse from when the Raven's used his mouth. "Neil, is that you? Are you alright?" Wymack says his voice filled with concern. "No, no, I'm not alright." His ass burns, his back is in pain, his whole body fucking throbs, but he doesn't say that. "I know it's sudden but can you pick me up from the airport." Wymack agrees and Neil sends him his location after he hangs up and grabs his stuff limping to the curb sitting down, and wincing as he does.
Wymack arrives and helps him up and Neil tries to ignore the burning sensation the touch gives him as Wymack walks him to the car. The drive passes by in a blur. At Palmetto Wymack has to drag Neil inside as Neil doesn't wake up. He lays Neil down on the couch and grabs a drink for himself as he watches Neil.
Neil wakes up shortly, groaning in pain, he sits up slowly wincing as he lays back against the couch. He looks over at Wymack already opening his mouth to mutter an apology when Wymack says, "He sounded like Neil on the phone, but sure as he'll doesn't look like it." Before Neil can even process his words Neil is already rushing to the bathroom with Wymack right behind him. He looks at the mirror before he falls to his knees gripping his hair tightly with one hand. "No." He chokes out, he bites his other hand trying to stop the hysteria that is threatening to spill from his mouth. He barely remembers them rubbing the dye out of his hair too focused on distracting himself from the pain as he was fucked.
"No. No. No." Neil chokes out through rough gasps as he struggles to breathe. "Neil, fucking breathe." Wymach reaches out, but Neil flinches. Wymack freezes, "Neil..." Neil shakes his head frantically feeling blood drip down his thighs from his ass. "Neil!" Wymacks loud voice cuts through Neil's panic making him cough and breathe in shakily. Neil knows that it's only a matter of time now that his hair is back to normal and his eyes are blue and he can't help but wrap an arm around his waist not caring that it hurts and pulls at the stitches.
"Neil-" Wymacks words are cut off as Neil speaks, "I think I pulled my stitches. I feel blood." Neil's hoarse voice cracks as he talks. "Where?" Wymack says as he looks at his torso that he still has an arm wrapped around. "Everywhere." Wymack approaches Neil bending down to take his jacket off. Neil suddenly winces as he feels his cheek sting. Wymack looks up and sees a bandage on his cheek peeling it off faster than Neil can flinch back. "Neil, what the fuck is on your face." Huh? Neil slowly gets up gripping the bathroom sink to help himself up and looks at the mirror trying to not look at his hair and eyes and sees the 4 on his cheekbone.
Before Wymack can even react Neil is running out of the bathroom and into the kitchen grabbing a knife. He needs to get it off, he can hear Riko and Proust whispering in his ear what a good boy he is and it makes him sick. He's about to plunge the knife into his cheekbone when Wymack grabs his wrists twisting them. Neil drops the knife on the floor and struggles against Wymack's grip trying to reach the knife and get away from the touches. Wymack pulls Neil onto the floor with him and as he feels Wymacks breath behind him he think of Proust and fights to get his arms off him. No. No. No. Not again.
Neil kicks and punches trying to get free. He tries to reach for the knife to attack him forgetting that it's just Wymack and for a second he's back in the nest with Riko and Proust crying and begging for them to stop. "NEIL!" A loud voice cuts through his thoughts, nobody ever called him Neil at the nest only, Nathaniel, whore, slut, pet, pretty boy, good boy, etc. Neil grips Wymacks arms not fighting back anymore. "Help me." Neil grits out through clenched teeth. "Let me."
Neil relaxes after a while and they move into the living room onto the couch. "What the fuck happened? I thought you were spending Christmas with your Uncle?" All Neil can say is "I lied." He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't want to tell him what happened. "Andrew's coming back on Tuesday, right?" Neil says changing the subject. "What the fuck does Andrew have to do with this?"
"Nothing." Neil says and it's partly true, he has nothing to do with Riko, but at the same time he does. "That's not an answer." "Sorry." Neil says automatically afterwards. Wymack sighs and start to take his shirt off to clean the wounds. Neil stays still trying to remind himself that it's just Wymack and that he would never hurt him. Wymack looks at his injuries not asking about the bite marks that litter his body; Proust was a biter and took his time doing them before Neil left; as he undoes the gauze and tape. He brings a bowl of water and a rag and starts getting the dry blood off. Neil doesn't complain about how sore he is too used to it by now.
Wymack keeps looking at the bite marks his expression darkened and jaw clenched but he still doesn't ask. "One day, your going to tell me what happened." He says quietly. Neil swallows before answering, "After finals. After we beat the Raven's. I'll tell you everything you want to know." "I'll believe you when you do." Wymack says as he puts the rag and bowl away. Neil drinks the whiskey that was left in Wymacks cup and suddenly remembers the contract. "I didn't sign it." Neil says quietly. Wymack looks over at him. "He gave me a contract and tried to make me sign it, he couldn't make me. I'm still a fox." Wymack nods and soon after New Years finally happens Neil passes out.