you make me so angry that I can´t belive I forgave you

Carlos was terribly infatuated with his upper classman TTroy, he was tall, strong and confident where Carlos was small, pale and nervous.

TTroy wasn’t very nice to Carlos, and most of the time the guy only accomplished to infuriate him beyond repair since he was the captain of their tennis team.  Another busy day lay ahead in campus. Everyone was rushing around like madmen to get things done, and a very distracted young Carlos just happened to be one of them. He walked swiftly through the halls from the library so he could get his notes on the latest research. He thought he had successfully avoided walking into anybody, until he collided with someone, falling onto his back.

“Ow! Shit, that was my head… Sorry—” he looked to see who it was he collided with and saw Troy, getting to his feet. Words failed him. Troy held out his hand.

“Nah, my fault, Carlos. Sorry.” He saw the dusting of rose on Carlos’s face as he took Troy’s hand and got to his feet.

“N-…no problem,” Ed stuttered. “Thanks.” He rushed off. Troy thought that was a bit strange. He contemplated it for a bit as he walked, and figured it out as he got to the library.

Later that night, the number of the building’s occupants dwindled, to around ten. There was a small party going on, for no apparent reason. Said party included nine men and lots of alcohol. They made sure Elizabeth had left before any alcohol made rounds.

At midnight, Carlos made his way to Troy’s office, knowing there had been a party. He’d been invited, but decided not to go. Someone had to help Troy clean up, and besides, Carlos had been distracted from the time by his research. By this time, there were three left at the party, Havoc, Falman, and Troy. Falman was on his way out, and Troy was laughing with Havoc. Havoc was drunk off his feet, his cigarette dangling from his lips, not even noticing Carlos in the doorway. Troy was obviously pretty drunk, too, considering the fact that he was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face.

Carlos seriously considered walking away from the two men; they were starting to scare him. Troy spotted him, wiped his eyes, and coughed a few times to try to stop laughing so he could speak. After a few minutes, he succeeded, and waved Carlos over. “Carlos, c’mon over here.”

The young Carlos shrugged and did so. He stayed to listen to a few of Havoc’s jokes before the smoker decided he’d better leave. Once he was out the door, Carlos glanced back at Troy. “We’d better get this place cleaned up.”

“Good plan.”

They cleaned up Troy’s office so that it looked like the man hardly cleaned up, but no party had occurred— the way it always looked.

“Thanks, Carlos,” Troy said once they were finished. “Want a ride?”

“No problem, and yes, please.”

They headed off to Troy’s car, the brisk December air biting at their faces. About halfway between there and the Carlos residence, Troy stopped.

“Shit! I’ve got to start paying attention to that damn gas meter.” He stopped the engine. “One in the fucking morning. What a time to run out of gas! It’s okay, though,” he said, gesturing to the hotel they were stopped next to, “one man that’s staying here is a good friend of mine, so he can help us out. C’mon, Carlos.”

Carlos complied. They went in, and Troy asked the man at the front desk if he could let them into room 216. The man nodded, got a card key, walked up with Troy and Ed, unlocked the door, and closed it behind them. They were alone. Troy smirked as Carlos’s eyes widened in horror.

“No,” he mumbled, “Troy, you’re not… You wouldn’t… I can’t believe I fell for that!”

Troy grinned evilly. “I can’t either.”

He went into a cabinet for something and threw the boy on the bed. He pulled off the blonde’s overcoat, tore off his jacket, and pulled off his black shirt over his head. This was when Carlos saw the handcuffs. Troy handcuffed the boy’s wrists around the bedpost.

Carlos was struck dumb with terror. He heard Troy strip and simply closed his eyes. They shot open again when the brunette attacked the snap and zipper on his leather pants.

“Troy, come on, don’t do this,” the blonde pleaded, fear plain in his voice. “Please, don’t, Troy, you’re scaring me…”

“You want it. You know it, I know it. You want me.” He inserted one finger into Carlos’s anus.

“Nnh— Yes— ah— I mean, no— hah— not like this!” Carlos squirmed, and quickly regretted it.

He inserted another finger. “Too bad.”

“Ah— Troy, I— hah— I loved you, but— hah— this’ll ruin ev— AH!” Carlos cried out as Troy scissored the two fingers. Carlos, quite wisely, stopped trying to talk and clamped down on another cry.

Troy inserted another finger, thrusting, scissoring, and probing. A fourth. Carlos bit his tongue, a keening noise escaping his throat.

Troy figured the young man was ready, and so withdrew his hand. Carlos sighed in relief, crying out a moment later as Troy’s erection violated him. His eyes watered as Troy withdrew and thrust. Troy was in ecstasy.

Tears rolled down Carlos’s face as he was penetrated again and again. Troy leaned forward, snagged the boy’s hair elastic in his teeth, pulled it loose, and undid his braid. The teen’s golden hair cascaded over his shoulders in waves, obscuring his face from view.

Troy was, indeed, cruel and merciless, but Carlos never dreamed he’d go this far. He called Carlos’s name as he came, spilling his seed into the boy. Carlos squeezed his eyes shut, forcing more tears down his face, right before he passed out.

Troy redressed, unlocked and removed Carlos’s handcuffs, and put them back in the cabinet. He noted there was lube in the cabinet, but oh well. He dressed the unconscious boy with slight difficulty. He glanced about for the hair elastic, but soon gave up. He carried the unconscious form to the front desk, thanked and paid the hotel owner around Carlos’s small frame, and carried him to the car.

A little lie about the gas tricked a very intelligent boy. He still couldn’t believe it. He drove to Carlos’s and carried him in. He explained to Al that his brother had fallen asleep on the way home. After all, it was a little past two in the morning. Al accepted the excuse and allowed Troy to carry the teen into his bedroom. He saluted Al, walked out, drove home, and collapsed into bed.

The next day, neither Troy nor Carlos went to school. Falman joked Captain Troy must be catching up on his slacking off, though he knew otherwise. The Captain was most likely hungover. The day after, he was back. Carlos was not. The third day Carlos was out, Troy paid a visit after work. Al was out having fun with His sister. Carlos wondered how it was possible.

Troy knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Carlos called from the kitchen. He was washing the dishes. Troy walked into the kitchen, noting the redness around the blonde’s wrists.

Carlos froze. Those footfalls were nothing like Al’s or His sister’s. They were more like—

“Hey, squirt. When’re you planning to come back to work?” the Captain asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Carlos grabbed the butcher knife from the dish drainer. “Don’t come near me!” he warned, backing as far away from Troy as possible… which happened to be a corner. He cursed mentally.

Troy stood up straight. “Carlos, are you feeling all right?”

“No, I am not feeling all right!” Carlos replied shrilly. He felt his knees would give way any minute.

“Carlos, you’re acting weird. What—”

“You don’t remember, do you?”

Troy looked startled. “Remember what?”

Carlos burst into tears. “Of course you don’t, you were drunk. But that doesn’t excuse what you did!”

A look of concern passed over Troy’s face. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing excuses raping a fifteen year old!” Carlos sank to his knees.

Memories of that night hit Troy like a ton of bricks. He crossed the room to Carlos, tore the butcher knife from his grasp, dropped to his knees, and pulled the young man into a tight embrace, his own eyes brimming with tears.

“I remember now… I’m so sorry.”

Carlos simply cried into Troy’s shoulder. He kissCarlos Carlos’s head, all the while muttering apologies into his hair. A tear slid down Troy’s face and into Carlos’s hair.

A little while later, when they had both stopped crying, they were sitting in companionable silence, which Carlos broke.

“You know… I still love you.”

Troy’s eyes widened. “Really? Even after…?”

“Yeah.”

Troy kissed his head again. “I love you too.”

Carlos looked up at him. “Does this mean you’ll stop calling me short?”

“No.”

“It just means we’ll be having sex in your office, right?”

Troy smirked. “You got it.”