The Reason Why | By : KateFilth Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title – The reason why…
Rating – R
Author - me - Kate
Pairing – Mikey/??
Summary – Driving can be dangerous, especially at night.
Warnings – Rape, Violence.
A/N – Chapter One.
It had happened on a dark night, not long ago. It were around 2 a.m. and Mikey was driving, with Frank passed out next to him. The road was deserted, with nothing but woods on both sides.
Mikey was doing his best to stay awake. He and Frank had come from a party and were halfway home, when a police car appeared behind them and signalized for Mikey to pull over.
“Fuck...” He muttered, pulling the car to a stop. The police car stopped behind Mikey’s car and an officer got out. He was a tall, muscullar man around his 50’s, bald and with a moustache.
He approached Mikey’s car, pointing a flashlight at him. “Good night.”
“Good night, Officer. Is something wrong?” Mikey asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. He never did like cops.
“Your license plate is almost falling. You should take care of it.” The police officer looked at Frank. “Rough night, eh?” Mikey nodded. “Wait here.” The Officer said, reaching for Mikey’s car keys, taking them out of the ignition and walking away.
Mikey took deep breaths to calm himself down. He shook Frank slightly. “Frank. Wake up. Frank.” He shook him some more, but it was useless. “Fuck...” he muttered under his breath.
When Mikey turned, he nearly jumped when he saw the Officer there. “I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of your vehicle. I was informed that a few roads back, a car matching this discription, passed a speed limit. Seeing that your friend there isn’t in a pretty state, I’ll have to test your alcohol levels.”
The Officer opened his door and Mikey got out, slowly. Mikey never disrespected the rules, and tonight wasn’t any different. He had a bad feeling in him and the looks the Officer kept shooting him only made it worst.
“Ok, sir. Now, turn around and put your hands on the car.” Mikey swallowed hard, but did as he was told. The officer began touching him to see if he had anything with him, but he was taking too long on some parts. Mikey gave a yelp when he felt the officer’s body pressing against his. He tried to turn, but the weight of the other man’s body kept him in there.
Mikey turned his face, only to have a gun pointed at him. He heard the officer’s voice in his ear. “Now, you’re gonna stay very quiet, you won’t make a fuss. Or I think my finger might slip.” The man licked Mikey’s ear and yanked his hair back. “You’re so pretty...”
“Please... no...” Mikey said, choking back a sob.
“Shut the fuck up, princess...” the man said, pulling on Mikey’s hair strong enough to make him cry out in pain. The man yanked Mikey to his knees, using his free hand to unbutton his jeans and taking his hard-on out.
“See, princess. I told you I was going to have to testt your alcohol levels... Now, let’s see how much have you drank.” The officer said with a smirk. Mikey closed his mouth tight. “Ha ha. Open up...” Mikey shook his head, only to have his hair pulled again, and the gun pushed to his temple. “Do you want to fucking die?! Now open up...” The man said, thrusting his cock into Mikey’s mouth. He started fucking Mikey’s mouth. “That’s it, princess... Did you ever suck cock before, ‘cause you sure are good at it, whore.” He said, in between moans and grunts.
Mikey was trying to hold back his tears, and to force his gag reflex back when he was pulled to his feet. The officer turned him around. He groped Mikey through his jeans. “Ah. You’re not enjoying this... Here, let me make it better.” He said, stroking Mikey a few times. “Put your hands on the car...” Mikey shook his head. “Ok. Do what I said or your friend dies.”
Mikey complied, a few tears falling. The officer yanked his pants and boxers down. “You’re so pretty...” he said, aligning himself with Mikey’s entrace. He thrust in, but failled. Mikey wasn’t making it easy. The man hit Mikey’s head with the gun and thrust in once more, this time being sucessfull.
Mikey screamed and that woke Frank up. “Mikey...” Frank whispered, getting out of the vehicle. He looked with shock at the scene laying in front of his eyes. The officer pointed the gun at him. “Stay there.” He said, in between moans and grunts, pointing his gun back at Mikey.
Frank’s anger started to boil and he took a step forward. “One more step and your friend dies...” the man said, giving one hard thrust, making Mikey scream. He pulled on Mikey’s hair again.
“Please... stop...” Mikey said, between sobs.
“But, I’m having so much... Oh God... fun. Fuck, you’re so good...” the man said, thrusting faster, pulling more on Mikey’s hair, as he came deep inside him. He pressed his lips to Mikey’s neck, and pulled out of him, letting him fall to the floor. He fastened back his pants, still pointing the gun at Mikey. He pulled the triger, shooting Mikey on the leg.
“Consider this as a warning, in case you tell any of this to the authorities. If I go to jail, I swear I’ll come out and fucking kill you both.” He threw Mikey’s car keys back at him, and walked to his car, driving away.
Frank ran to Mikey. “Mikey... Oh god, baby.” Mikey was crying so hard his all body shook. Frank tore his shirt, wrapping it around Mikey’s leg to stop the wound from bleeding. “You’re gonna be ok, Mikers. I’m here...” Frank said, picking Mikey up and taking him to the car, setting him softly on the seat. “Oh god, Mikey. Hang on in there.” He said, getting in the drivers seat, starting the car and driving away to a hospital.
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