*Ryden One Shot* Ryan shook his head violently in defiance which was soon greeted with another forceful punch.
Ryan dropped his gaze to the sleeping figure which seemed to stir a little, making Ryan smile like a fool. Brendon looked so peaceful when he slept; his dark brown hair slightly matted to his forehead as his chest slowly rose and fell. Ryan and Brendon had been living with each other for well over a month now, though it seemed much longer. It felt as if they have known each other for forever when in reality, it had only been a few years.
As carefully as he could, Ryan successfully slipped out of the bed without waking Brendon up. Tip toeing his way to the kitchen, he began working on breakfast.
Ryan was just finishing up the eggs when he heard the floor boards creek above his head. A few moments later, a sleepy Brendon stumbled into the kitchen, wearily wiping the fatigue away from his eyes.
"Morning, babe," Brendon mumbled as he clumsily fell into the chair at the table. Ryan could only laugh. Brendon was never a morning person. "Mmm. It smells amazing."
"Well it is a special occasion," Ryan said as he grabbed the frying pan off the stove and walked over to where Brendon was sitting.
"Oh? And what is that, may I ask?" Shoveling the scrambled eggs onto the plate in front of Brendon, Ryan simply rolled his eyes and sighed.
" Don't tell me you forgot about you're own birthday?!" Ryan decided to play along as he placed down the frying pan with a bang.
Brendon chuckled at his boyfriend's behavior. In defeat, Ryan slightly bent down and wrapped his arms around Brendon from behind, laying a small kiss on the side of his cheek.
"That's all the action I get? C'mon, Ross. It is my birthday, after all," Brendon said as he turned around in in his seat so that he was facing the taller man.
"I have something special planned, but you'll just have to wait until you get back from work." Ryan added a a wink at the end, then headed to the sink to clean the dishes.
"Ugh, don't remind me of that hell hole of a job."
"But I thought you loved cutting hair."
"Yeah, but it sucks when you work with women who only gossip and talk about the latest episodes of Sex in the City. But it sucks even more when you have to go through that torture on your birthday." The smile on Brendon's face already faded, an annoyed grimace taking it's place. Ryan only laughed at his boyfriend's expression.
"Oh come on. It can't be that bad. Plus, I promise I will make it up to you afterwards." Ryan picked up Brendon's now empty plate and washed it as well.
"You are too good to me, Ross," Brendon said as he got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around Ryan from behind, who was still at the sink. This position had become second nature to them. Brendon rested his head on the older boy's shoulder and quietly whispered in his ear. "I love you, Ry."
Unable to hold it in any longer, Ryan dropped the plate in the sink a quickly whipped around so he was facing the slightly shorter male. Wrapping his arms around Brendon's neck, Ryan pulled him in, kissing him forcefully on the lips. Brendon began to kiss him back but stopped due to the smirk on his face.
"And you thought I would have a problem with waiting until tonight?" Brendon simply laughed as Ryan rolled his eyes.
"Just shut up and kiss me," demanded Ryan as he pulled Brendon in once more.
It was late afternoon. Brendon was still at work and Ryan was bumming on the couch, mindlessly flipping through TV channels, when he heard a knock at the front door. Excitedly getting up, he made his way to the door. Ryan's excitement only grew when he saw a larger man holding a clipboard with a package by his side.
"Uhh, delivery for a Mr. Ryan Ross?" The large delivery man's voice was deep, fitting his appearance very well.
"That's me!" Ryan eagerly grabbed the clipboard the man was holding out to him a began to sign his name. "It's actually my boyfriends birthday today and I ordered that for him. It's a Gretsch guitar. He loves to play." Ryan couldn't hold in his pride. He could only picture the look on Brendon's face as he opened the gift. The delivery man didn't look amused at all.
"So your boyfriend isn't home?" He asked curiously.
Ryan handed back the clipboard with a smile. "No, but he will be in a few hours." The smile faded away from Ryan's lips as it slowly appeared on the larger man's.
"Well, in that case," the delivery man said as he lifted a fist and hurled it towards Ryan, hitting him straight on the cheek. Ryan yelped from surprise and blacked out before he hit the floor.
Ryan, once again, woke up to the familiar surroundings of his room. Except this time, something seemed extremely out of place. Ryan was pressed under a large amount of weight and it seemed that some one had taken the liberty of taking all of his clothes off. Trying to get up, Ryan struggled under the tremendous weight of what appeared to be the large delivery man that had been at the front door moments before.
"Ah well good morning," his voice was deep and had a terrifying edge to it.
"G-get off," Ryan said, making it almost sound like a plea. The massive force on top of him slightly shook from laughter.
"Don't be such a pussy, Ryan. C'mon. We're going to have some fun, you a me." And with that, the stranger flung Ryan to the floor. "Get up you little whore," the man demanded as he lifted Ryan to his knees. Ryan couldn't fight back and the fact that he was hit on the head early was a contributing factor. His head pounded and be could feel his heart beat in his ears. The delivery man began to fumble with the belt of his jeans. Seeing this, Ryan quietly whimpered, only earning himself a hard slap across his face. It didn't take too long till the mans pants were down and he was telling Ryan to open up.
Ryan shook his head violently in defiance which was soon greeted with another forceful punch. He fell back to the floor with a loud yelp of pain following. The stranger straddled Ryan's hips then inched up his body until his privates were in his face. "I'm giving you one last chance, open the fuck up!" His voice boomed as Ryan began to feel tears pricking at his eyes. He shook his head no once again.
"You fucking slut," said the massive man as he pinched Ryan's nose shut. Ryan began to squirm underneath the man, trying his hardest to get up, but no prevail. The man's sickening laugh bounced off the four walls of the room. "You're going to have to breathe sometime," the delivery man pointed out. Ryan began to see dark patches as his vision became blurred. He opened his mouth for one deep breath but was cut short as the man shoved his length into Ryan's mouth, making him gag.
The man kept his rhythm, pushing farther and farther into the smaller boy's mouth. Ryan could only gasp and struggle for air. The tears were now flowing freely down Ryan's cheeks. Seeing this, the man only let out a contorted chuckle. It seemed like forever until the man finally pulled out. But to Ryan's horror, the stranger was not done. The larger man flipped him over, clawing and scratching at Ryan's back.
"God, you're pathetic." The man laughed as he quickly shoved his length into Ryan.
Ryan yelled out in pain. He hadn't been prepared and the man hadn't even used a lubricant. The stranger started a new rhythm, this time much faster than what he was doing before. Ryan screamed at the agony as the man pushed farther into him every time.
"P-please s-stop," Ryan choked out as his tears fell from his cheeks to the wooden floor boards he was laying on.
Another sickening laugh echoed through out the room once again, making Ryan feel weak and defeated. All he wanted was Brendon.
Brendon had been let out of work early. And thank god for that. He couldn't handle another story of how someone's husband had slept with the neighbor's wife or when I menstruate, I use midol! Pulling into the driveway, Brendon had seen the delivery truck. He smiled to himself and decided to give Ryan sometime with his present.
But when ten minutes had already passed, and the delivery man still hadn't come out of the house, Brendon just decided to go in. Unlocking the front door, he walked into his house.
"Ryan? I'm home!" Brendon yelled as he set the keys down on the kitchen table. A low moan coming from upstairs drew his attention. Brendon walked up to his room only to hear the same moan again, except for it didn't belong to Ryan. It was too deep and musky to be his. Brendon swung the door open only to see a large man on top of Ryan.
"What the fuck!?" Brendon couldn't believe his eyes. Ryan, his Ryan, fucking another man?
"Bren?" Brendon couldn't see his face, but he knew that voice belonged to Ryan. The larger man still hadn't pulled out yet.
"How could you?!" Brendon felt anger rise inside of him. And on his birthday, too. Brendon was about to leave when he heard Ryan whimper.
"W-wait! Please h-help." To Brendon's horror, Ryan sounded in pain. Finally, the stronger man pulled out, causing Ryan to yell out in agony. The next thing Brendon knew, he was on the floor attacking the delivery man, swinging fists every which way. The stranger flipped Brendon over so that he was on top, pressing his hands against Brendon's neck. The man leaned in and whispered into Brendon's ear.
"You tell anyone about this, you're boyfriend here is dead. Then you're next." And with that, the delivery man punched Brendon on his temple causing his vision to blur. The weight was suddenly released from his body and he began to gain consciousness once again. When Brendon fully came through, the room was empty except for Ryan's shaking body.
Quickly shuffling over to Ryan's naked frame, Brendon got a good glimpse of the damage. For starters, Ryan was unconscious, showing fatigued, purple eyelids. There were bruises on his face, one large one on his right cheek. There were scratches and multiple other bruises that were shaped like fingers that ran up and down his body. Brendon felt a tear roll down his cheek and hit the floor, mixing with some blood that came from god knows where.
"Ry?" Brendon asked as he began to brush away the boy's fringe from his face. To his shock, Ryan's eyes shot open, revealing red, irritated eyes. Ryan began to back away, still shaking.
"Shh, it's okay, shh. It's me, Brendon. I won't hurt you," he comforted. One look at Brendon's scared, hurt eyes, and Ryan was sobbing. Brendon pulled him in but was slightly wounded when he heard Ryan gasp in pain. "Shh, baby it's okay. It's alright. Everything is going to be alright."
Ryan leaned into Brendon's touch, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a good hour, both of them loving the warmth each other had provided. Ryan finally lifted his head from its resting position, his eyes still blood shot.
"Hey, Ry," Brendon greeted with a soft smile. "Let's get you into some clothes, okay?" Ryan could only nod as Brendon got up and went to the dresser for some boxers, loose track pants, and a plain white v-neck. Brendon began to put the boxers onto Ryan, wincing a little as he saw the bruises that covered the inside of older boys thighs. Brendon was almost done with the boxers when Ryan whimpered slightly.
"Please, no more." Brendon looked like he had just been hit by a bus.
"It's ok. It's only me. I won't hurt you, I promise." Brendon slid the boxers all the way onto Ryan and finally did the same with the pants. "Can you put the shirt on?" Brendon asked, worry seeping into his voice.
Ryan grabbed the v-neck, wincing when the fabric rubbed against the bruises that littered his back and chest. Seeing this, Brendon felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
"We need to get you to a hospital."
Ryan shook his head. "No. No hospitals. I'm fine." But the look on Ryan's face hadn't convinced Brendon the slightest. Seeing Brendon's expression, he added "I'm just so tired."
"Okay. But first thing tomorrow morning we are going." Ryan only nodded in agreement. He was too tired to argue.
Brendon got to his feet and held out a hand which Ryan grabbed. Finally, Ryan was on two feet as well, but the first step he took he could feel his knees begin to buckle. Luckily, the younger boy caught him before he hit the floor. Although Ryan was older than Brendon, he was light enough to pick up and carry to the bed.
He could feel the warm breath on the back of his neck. The same sickening laugh boomed in his ear. "Fucking pathetic. You're my whore, now."
Ryan remembered that voice so clearly. It made his stomach churn and twist with disgust. Then, he felt it. The same agonizing pain that shot through his body when the stranger pushed into him.
"Stop. P-please stop!" Ryan was now screaming from the pain that surged through his frame. Tears were spilling over his eyes, causing his vision to blur. "Brendon! H-help!"
"No one's here, Ryan. You're precious boyfriend doesn't love you. He won't save you." The mans deep voice bounced around the inside of Ryan's head. He felt as if he was going to be sick.
Ryan gasped as he awoke from his dream. He leaned over the side of his bed and heaved yesterday's meal. Brendon, who was sleeping next to him, woke up and began rubbing his hand in circles on Ryan's back.
"Shh. It's okay, Ry. It was only a dream," Brendon comforted Ryan. The older boy began to shake, gasping for air as he lifted his head back up from the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry," Ryan apologized, his voice wavering as he began to cry.
"C'mere," Brendon said as he opened his arms for Ryan to crawl into. "It's okay. I promise I'll protect you." Brendon held onto Ryan's shaking frame.
"I-I can still feel him, Bren. I can still h-hear his voice. H-he broke me." Ryan was full out sobbing now and Brendon was crying along with him, holding him close, wanting to take away all of his pain.