AJ swallowed hard as Kevin got closer yet. "Wha…what do you mean?"

"I mean, it's time you felt a little of the pain you've been putting me through." Kevin said as he closed in on AJ.

"Fuck you." AJ snapped, fear making him act out as usual.

Kevin reached up and backhanded AJ. AJ's head jerked to the side with the force of the impact to his cheek and he felt tears sting at the back of his eyes as pain seared through his cheek. Bringing his hand up to his face, he gingerly touched the place where he could still feel the impact of Kevin's hand. He eyed Kevin for a second, then anger overtook him and he backhanded Kevin right back.

Kevin barely felt the impact before rage completely overtook him and he balled up his fist and punched AJ in the jaw. AJ's head snapped back, bouncing off the wall behind him, and suddenly Kevin was pressing himself against him, taking advantage of his slightly dazed state to pull his shirt and beater off, then his own.

AJ struggled to clear his head, then brought his knee up between Kevin's legs. He was in an awkward position though, up against the wall and still slightly out of it because of how hard Kevin had hit him, so his knee didn't come up with much force. Still, it was enough to get Kevin to back up a few inches and let go of him to rub at his balls.

"You fucking little slut. I can't believe you just did that." Kevin swore.

AJ lunged to the side trying to get past him, and Kevin snarled, letting go of himself and reaching for him. He grabbed him and shoved him back against the wall, closing in on him again and going for his pants.

AJ hit the wall with a jarring impact to his back, but as soon as he felt Kevin's hands on his jeans, he started struggling, trying to push his hands away and get free of him.

"Kevin, stop…stop…damnit…fucking stop it!" He said, his voice raised in anger and fear.

"No. I came in here to fuck you, and we're going to fuck. You're a damn tease getting me all turned on like that and just stopping. Well, guess what, Alex. The joke's on you. I'm going to get off, and I'm going to do it buried deep in your ass, you little slut."

AJ shuddered, his stomach turning at what Kevin was saying and how he was acting. He started to panic a little, and when Kevin shoved his pants down over his hips, he leaned in and bit him on his shoulder, hard. Kevin cursed, jerking back and AJ again tried to get around him.

Kevin balled up his fist and punched AJ in the stomach. AJ let out a grunt of pain and fell to his knees, doubled over and clutching at his stomach. Kevin dropped to his knees too, shoving AJ forward so he was sprawled out on his stomach on the floor. Reaching down, he pulled at AJ's pants until they were off his body, then leaned back and started undoing his own pants. He shoved them down over his hips to rest around his thighs, freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants and underwear.

AJ rolled onto his side, still clutching at his stomach and saw what Kevin was doing. The whole thing seemed unreal to him, but the pain was sure as hell real and he knew he had to do something to get away. He struggled to his hands and knees, kicking out at Kevin as he grabbed at him.

Kevin grunted in pain as AJ's foot connected with his stomach. Grabbing his ankle, he yanked backwards, knocking AJ off balance and causing him to fall back to the floor. He reached down and flipped AJ over, quickly climbing between his legs before AJ could stop him and lying down on top of him, pinning him with his body weight.

Marshall looked all over the down stairs floor of the house the party was at and couldn't find any sign of AJ or Kevin anywhere. Motherfucker. His gut was telling him he needed to find them…and soon. He just wished it would shut up long enough for him to think straight.

Turning around, he bumped into Dre. "What's wrong?"

Marshall continued to turn in a circle. "I'm looking for someone. I need to fucking find him…fast."

"Uh oh. Is this a bad thing?"

"If I don't find him, it fucking very well could be." Marshall paused, noticing the stairs on the other side of the room. Why hadn't he thought of that before?

Without another word to Dre, he headed off in that direction. Dre watched him go and sighed before taking off after him. The look in Marshall's eyes as they lit on that staircase never meant anything good.

AJ struggled underneath Kevin, feeling his hardened cock against the inside of his thigh. AJ's own cock had long since gone soft again, and he was in a full panic now, realizing this was going to happen and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He clawed and pushed at Kevin's chest, trying desperately to dislodge him.

Kevin's fist came out of nowhere, hitting him in the mouth. AJ could taste blood immediately and his lip felt like it was on fire. He cried out in pain, but continued to fight him. Kevin's fist again connected with his face, this time his cheek near his eye, and AJ would have sworn he could feel his brain rattling in his head. One more hit and AJ was dazed, his hands falling limp to his sides.

Kevin sneered down at him. "That's better, bitch. Lay back and enjoy it."

AJ vaguely heard him say that to him, but his head was swimming and he couldn't seem to get any words out. Not that he thought Kevin gave a damn at that point about anything he had to say anyway.

Kevin grabbed at AJ's beater laying on the floor near them, then pulled his hands together in front of him, wrapping it around them and tying the ends tight. He didn't want AJ pulling himself together halfway through and clawing at him again. He looked around, seeing a bed near by for the first time. They'd apparently ended up in a bedroom. Kevin smiled. How convenient.

He got to his feet, shoving his pants off the rest of the way, then reached down and pulled AJ up and into his arms, carrying him over to the bed. Tossing his limp body down on it, he shoved his bound hands up over his head and tied the ends of the undershirt to the bedpost. Satisfied AJ couldn't get free, he reached down and shoved his legs up and over his shoulders, repositioning himself between them.

Marshall went up and down the two hallways that veered off in either direction at the top of the stairs, not finding who he was looking for anywhere. He was barely aware of Dre's presence until he spoke up again.

"Maybe if you tell me who you're looking for, I could help you out." Dre said casually.

"A friend," Marshall said offhandedly as he tried the handle on the last door down the second hall.

"You're a fountain of information, Marshall." Dre deadpanned.

Marshall ignored him as his heart skipped a beat. It was locked. It was the only locked door in the whole damn place and he hadn't found them anywhere else. They had to be in there.

Turning back to Dre, he asked, "Know how to pick a fucking lock?"

Dre looked at him curiously. "As opposed to just knocking?"

"Yeah. Might not be a good idea." Marshall said.

The look in his eyes convinced Dre he was serious. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a paper clip and went to work straightening it out. Marshall stepped aside as Dre picked the simple lock. It was just one of those one's with the little hole, nothing complicated, and he had it open in seconds. Stepping back, he waited for Marshall to go in first.

Marshall stepped forward and quietly opened the door, peaking inside. What he saw had his gut clenching. There was AJ with his legs up over Kevin's shoulders, both of them naked, getting ready to fuck.

For a second he just stared, trying to figure out why the hell that filled him with rage. So what if AJ had decided to get a quick fuck from Kevin again. Why should he care? Just as he started to pull his head back, he noticed AJ shift on the bed.

He stood, transfixed as AJ's eyes met his. That wasn't what froze him in place though. What froze him to the spot and made his blood run cold was what he saw all over AJ's face. Bruises and blood. AJ wasn't there for a quick fuck. Kevin was fucking raping him.

With icy rage coursing through him, Marshall turned back to Dre who was waiting patiently in the hall for Marshall to make his next move.

"Give me your fucking blade, Dre."

Whatever protest might have come out of Dre's mouth died on his lips as he saw the look on Marshall's face. Reaching into an inside pocket on his jacket, he handed him his switchblade.

Marshall turned back to the door, hitting the button, hearing the blade click open as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Dre followed, curious as hell to find out what was going on.

AJ shifted a little on the bed, turning his head away from Kevin as Kevin reached down between them and positioned his cock at AJ's entrance, getting ready to thrust. Just before he shoved his cock inside him, he heard AJ mumble something.

Leaning down closer to his face, he asked, "What?"

AJ licked his bloody lips looked back up into Kevin's face as he said, "You're going to fucking pay for this."

Kevin's jaw tightened and he replied, "No, bitch, you're the one who's going to pay."

Before Kevin could thrust though, he felt something cold and sharp press against his throat.

Marshall stood next to the bed with the blade at Kevin's throat and leaned in close to his ear. In a voice like ice, he said, "No, actual, you're the one who's going to fucking pay bitch."

Kevin froze and looked down into AJ's eyes. AJ looked past him to Marshall, tears of relief sliding down his cheeks. Kevin wasn't ready to give in yet though.

"Go the fuck away. This is none of your business."

Marshall's laugh was acid. Reaching up, he grabbed at the slightly longer hair of Kevin's mohawk on top of his head and jerked his head back, forcing Kevin to look at him. "I just made it my fucking business. Now, either back the hell up, away from Alex, or…" he paused as he ran the blade down Kevin's chest to his hard cock.

Resting the edge against it where it met his body, he continued in an icy voice, "I cut this little worthless piece of fucking flesh from you body and shove it down your cock sucking throat."

Kevin swallowed hard, seeing that Marshall was completely serious. Slowly, he pulled away from AJ, letting AJ's legs drop from his shoulders.

"Now get off the fucking bed, cunt." Marshall said, jerking on his head where he still had a fist full of Kevin's hair.

Dre shut the door behind him and relocked it, figuring it wouldn't be a good thing if someone else walked in right then. For a minute he watched what was going on, disgusted by what Kevin had obviously been about to do to AJ.

Then he remembered what Marshall had said earlier. He'd been looking for a friend, and just now he'd called AJ Alex. As fucked up as the concept was, Dre had no doubt AJ was the friend Marshall had been looking for.

Once Kevin was off the bed, Dre started forward, picking up a discarded shirt as he went and headed for the bed. Not once did it occur to him to help Marshall out with Kevin. He knew Marshall well enough to know Kevin would be the one needing help.

AJ closed his eyes in relief as Kevin left the bed. The tears were flowing down his face freely now and he was still stuck in a state of disbelief over what had almost happened. Worst of all, he couldn't even get up and cover himself because he was still tied to the damn bed.

He felt something drop lightly on top of him, and he opened his eyes to find Dre standing next to the bed. He looked down and saw his own shirt covering his hips and upper thighs, then he felt Dre's hands go to work on the bindings on his wrists. He said a quiet thank you, then looked past Dre to Marshall and Kevin.

Kevin was on his butt on the floor with Marshall kneeling behind him, the blade once again at his throat.

"Give me one good goddamn reason why I shouldn't just fucking slice you wide open right here. Or better yet, maybe I should ram this blade up your pussy ass and cut you open from the inside."

"Be…because you'd go to jail?" Kevin said in a small voice trembling with fear.

Marshall laughed coldly. "You don't think me and Dre know how to hide a worthless piece of shit body?"

"Al…Alex would never let you." Kevin said in a shaky voice, not at all sure of what he was saying. He'd fucked AJ up pretty good. AJ just might be mad enough to let him.

Marshall stood up and yanked on Kevin's hair. "Crawl over to the bed, whore."

Kevin got on his hands and knees and did what Marshall said, completely humiliated, Marshall's hand still holding him by the hair and pulling him along.

"Kneel in front of Alex." Marshall barked as they reached the bed.

AJ watched what was happening, caught between wanting to tell Marshall to beat the shit out of Kevin and a twinge…a very small twinge…of pity for Kevin over how Marshall was humiliating him. Just then, Dre got his hands free and AJ lowered his arms, sitting up, a dizzy spell washing over him.

Kevin did what Marshall said, watching AJ sit up at the same time. He felt Marshall move in behind him again and the blade was once again at his throat.

Marshall stood and looked at AJ for a second, fighting the urge to slice Kevin wide fucking open right there and then for the shit he'd tried to do to him. AJ was a damn mess. One of his eyes had started to swell, his jaw was bruised, his cheek was bruised and swollen, and his lip was fat as hell and cut wide open with drying blood caked on it and in the corner of his mouth.

Worse that that though, was when AJ looked up into his eyes and Marshall saw the pain there. Not the physical kind, the emotional kind. He could relate well to that shit. That had been what his childhood had been all about. Beatings and pain and a sense of helplessness.

Pressing the blade against Kevin's throat a little more firmly, he continued to look at AJ as he ordered, "You've got ten fucking seconds to apologize to Alex and to make it believable. If Alex accepts it, I let you're pussy ass go. If he doesn't, Dre and I have some digging to do…for your fucking grave."

Something flashed in AJ's eyes as he looked at Marshall. Marshall wasn't sure what it was, but AJ didn't utter a word of protest as his eyes slid from his to Kevin's.

Kevin stared up at AJ and asked quietly. "You…you're not going to let him do this are you?"

AJ stared back at him hard. He had a big empty hole in his soul right then. No matter what had went on between him and Kevin, the friendship that had turned into something more, then fallen apart because of the choices Kevin made, AJ had still cared about him anyway. He didn't any more. He stared into Kevin's green eyes and he felt nothing. Nothing but contempt and hatred for what he'd tried to do to him.

Clearing his throat, he answered, "Seems to me it's up to you. Apologize Kevin, or I turn the other way."

Kevin's eyes got huge. AJ looked like he meant it. Slowly reality started to seep in and Kevin's eyes watered as he took a long hard look at AJ and what he'd done to him. His stomach knotted up at what he'd almost done too.

In a choked voice, he said, "Alex, I…"

"Stop." AJ said sharply.

Kevin shut his mouth. Marshall and Dre looked at AJ curiously.

AJ glared at Kevin. "Don't ever call me that again. From now on I'm AJ to you. I don't ever want to hear the name Alex come out of your mouth again."

Kevin swallowed. He would have nodded, but he was afraid the blade at his throat might sink into his flesh, so he said quietly, "Ok."

AJ took his eyes off Kevin for a second, settling on Marshall and sending him a silent message. Marshall got it and stepped back, letting go of Kevin's hair and pulling the blade away from his throat.

Kevin started to rise and move toward the bed, wanting to touch AJ, to try to reassure him that he was sorry. AJ flinched and scrambled backwards as he saw Kevin start for him. That, more than Marshall's cold voice ordering him to stay put, stopped Kevin.

"AJ…I…I'm sorry. I am. I can't believe what I did to you…what I almost did. I just…"

AJ put up a hand to silence Kevin. "No. Stop there. I don't want to hear any fucking excuses for it. There are none. Just get the fuck up and get out of here. Dress somewhere else."

Kevin nodded silently and reached around him to grab his clothes. Getting to his feet, he headed out the door naked, without a backward glance.

After he left, AJ let out a choked sound and turned away from Dre and Marshall, laying back down and curling up on his side, sobs wracking his body as everything caught up with him.

Dre cleared his throat and headed for the door too. "I'll just go wait outside the door…to make sure he leaves."

Marshall nodded his head silently. Once Dre was gone, Marshall pushed the button on the switchblade and it closed. Slipping it in his pocket, he walked over to the bed, not knowing what to do. Tentatively he reached out a hand and touched AJ's shoulder, wanting to comfort him, but not sure how. Comforting people was not his specialty.

AJ jerked at the touch before he realized it wasn't Kevin.

"I'm sorry. I just…what do you want me to do?" Marshall said, pulling his hand back.

AJ wiped at his eyes but didn't turn around. "Can you get me out of here without anyone seeing me?"

"Yeah. I can do that."

"Thanks." After he took a deep shuddery breath, AJ turned his head slightly. "The rest of my clothes…could you…"

"Yeah."

Marshall gathered up his clothes and brought them over to him. He turned to head out, but AJ suddenly sat straight up and grabbed at his arm. "Where…"

Marshall turned back, seeing the fear in his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to go tell Dre to have the car brought around back so I can get you out that way."

AJ let his hand drop. "Oh, thanks. Uh, could you have him give a message to Nick too? Let him know I took off with you or something…so he doesn't worry."

"No problem." Marshall said, wondering why the hell AJ was thinking of his friend at a time like this.

Then it hit him. It was because that was the kind of guy AJ was. It was probably the same reason he'd helped him out with the drug thing and his hands. He'd done it because he cared about people.

Marshall thought about that as he once again headed for the door to talk to Dre. After he was done and Dre was on his way to take care of things, Marshall turned back to find AJ already had his pants on and was slipping his arms into his shirt. His beater, which Kevin had used to tie his hands up, lay wadded up at the top of the bed. AJ obviously had no intention of putting it back on. Marshall couldn't blame him.

"Dre's taking care of shit. Is…is there anything else I can do?"

AJ sat on the edge of the bed and looked away, then looked back uncertainly. He stared at Marshall for a minute, then blurted, "Hold me?"

Marshall stared back at him for a few seconds, then crossed the room to him. There was no way he would tell him no to that. He'd wanted to hold him since Kevin had walked out the door with his tail between his legs.

When Marshall reached AJ and sat down next to him, AJ wasted no time and leaned into him, wrapping his arms around Marshall's waist. Marshall reached out and wrapped AJ in his embrace and held him close, closing his eyes as he heard AJ suck in a deep breath, then felt his body shudder against him.

He still had unfinished business with Kevin, but he'd wait until later. He'd already decided he was taking AJ back to his place with him, so later, after AJ was asleep, he was going to pay Kevin a little visit just to make some things clear…very fucking clear.


Chapter Nine
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