Introductions

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Part 10

He heard the soft hiss as Robert shifted on the sheets and frowned. The young man needed to be checked out. He could be more damaged than he thought, and if so it would be best to find out quickly. Unfortunately, Elliot had a feeling the younger blond wasn’t going to be terribly eager to be poked and prodded. Still… "Robert… we need to get you to a hospital. There’s no way of knowing if…"

"He… he used a condom," Robert whispered, his voice breaking at even thinking about it. "I… it was obvious." He winced slightly and tried to move away a bit.

"That’s good, darlin’," Elliot murmured, letting him move, but not too far. "But that’s not what I meant. It’s…" he sighed. "You could be hurt, Robert. Uh, inside, you know? And you need to be…"

"No!" Robert’s brown eyes were suddenly wide and wild as he held the blankets closer around him. "No… no hospital! I… Lily! She’d find out and… and she sent me here and she’d blame herself and…"

And that wasn’t what was actually bothering the younger man, Elliot thought, although he was sure it was a part of it. "Robert," the older man said softly, shifting himself to wrap the frightened man in another comforting embrace, "Listen, darlin’. I know you’re scared and I know you don’t want anyone to know what happened. That’s fine. I told you. I understand."

He nodded gently. "But… you could be hurt, bleeding, cut or something inside. And we need to find out. I… I care about you, baby. I don’t want to see you getting some infection just because you’re afraid, okay?"

Brown eyes filled with tears, although Robert wasn’t sure if it was because Elliot had said he cared or because he really was as scared as the man said. "I can’t… I c-can’t… d-d-do it, Elliot. Let s-some… strange… m-man…" he shuddered roughly. "Not when…" His voice broke again and he couldn’t finish.

Elliot sighed softly. "Okay, darlin’... no strange doctors," and that ruled out calling the front desk to see if they had a physician on staff, which left him with only one other option.

He hated to ask, mostly because he didn’t want Robert to think he was trying to take advantage of the situation, but there was no help for it. The man had to be examined, and if he wouldn’t accept a stranger, then he was for damned sure going to accept Elliot. "I had enough medic training in the service to make sure you’re all right. And if you’re not, you WILL be going to the hospital, like it or not. We’ll think of something to tell Mrs. J."

"Those are your choices, Robert. A doctor now, or maybe a doctor later, depending. Got it?"

It was the steely, entirely serious tone that had Robert nodding slowly, tears still sliding down his cheeks. He’d never imagined Elliot touching him… there… for this sort of reason. But dirty and worthless or not, he’d rather it was him than some guy he didn’t know in some cold, white room. It wasn’t as though Elliot could still want him, anyway… not after what had happened, even if he ever had. "I… all right…" he sniffled.

"Good. Now stay right there. I need to make a call." He pulled himself slowly from the smallish, blanket wrapped lump and went to his jacket, pulling out his cell before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

"Trevor… hey… look, I need you to do something for me. Find a drugstore. We need a tube of antibiotic ointment. The kind with a numbing agent, okay? And… see if they have any sterile lubricant." He sighed softly. "I’ll explain later, just… do your best. Thanks, baby… love you."

He hung up quickly and returned to the shaking young man, stroking his hair softly.
"So I heard you’ve got a new car, darlin’. How does it handle?"

Robert smiled a little at the obvious change of subject but accepted it and started telling Elliot about the vehicle. It might help to get his mind off of… things, but he doubted it somehow. Still, it was worth a try.

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He truly hadn’t understood the last request until he reached the hotel room again. That was when Elliot had explained, slowly and quietly.

A part of him understood, kind of. If he’d been through what had happened to Robert, HE wouldn’t want to be touched by anyone anonymous, either. The rest of him was livid, of course, that HIS Elliot was going to be… touching… the young man he obviously wanted, and that was setting aside his own feelings about the younger blond.

And so Trevor sat in the bathroom, alternating between fuming over what was happening in the bedroom area and cringing at the soft distressed whimpering he could hear through the door.

Finally though, before he could drive himself completely insane, the door opened and Elliot stepped inside, closing it gently behind him.

"He’s okay," the blond said quietly, moving to the sink and washing his hands quickly and efficiently. "Some internal bruising, I’d say, but that’s to be expected along with the small tears to his anus. Whoever did this was… gentle, as such things go. It could have been much worse." He nodded, looking a bit sick to be discussing Robert’s condition so clinically. Still, it was what he’d been trained to do, after all, and even though it had been a while, he’d fallen back into the learned behavior so as not to upset the young blond in the bed any more than was necessary.

Elliot sighed and swayed slightly, only the large, warm hands on his shoulders steadying him for a moment. "Fuck, Trevor," he whispered, "I… hate him. Whoever it was. I HATE him."

Trevor nodded, forgetting he’d been jealous, forgetting his worries about the two blonds stealing each other away. His arms wrapped tightly around his lover, pulling him against him and offering what comfort he could. "So do I, baby," he whispered, speaking the complete truth.

"People like that… and Robert’s never done a thing to hurt anyone! How could… WHY would anyone…?" He shook his head, letting his chin rest on Elliot’s shoulder. "I just… I don’t understand."

"Control," Elliot said softly, somehow sure he was right. "Whoever… did this. They wanted to take away his control. To… rule him." He nodded slowly, his head on Trevor’s solid shoulder. "It's… usually rape is about violence, but… like I said, this was… gentle." He shivered.

"El… I know there’s… something between you and Robert, so I’m sorry if you didn’t know this, but… Robert’s as submissive as they come. What kind of control could he have that would make someone… do that?" He swallowed hard. "I’m not saying you’ve cheated on me. I know you haven’t. I trust you. But… I still know something’s there…"

The blond pulled back slightly, meeting the cautious brown eyes and shook his head. "It’s not anything new, Trev. Really. Or not something we can’t talk about later. As for the other…" he sighed. "Come here." He loosened his hold on the brunette and pulled him to sit on the raised edge of the tub.

Trevor frowned but took the hand Elliot offered him, their fingers tangling together.

"I’m pretty sure I’m not the first… submissive sort you’ve taken up with, right?" he almost laughed when the other man blushed. "Okay… I WAS when we met. Better?"

The brunette nodded, still blushing at how much he’d turned out enjoying the more dominating nature Elliot displayed on occasion. "Yeah," he agreed with a small, wry laugh.

"Right. So… let me ask you a question, Trev. When you had-- have-- me on my knees, doing anything you’d like to me… when do you stop? When you want to? Or when I let you know it’s going too far?" He arched a brow. "Now apply that same question to the others you’ve topped."

Trevor’s brow furrowed deeply for a moment, then cleared as his eyes widened and his hand clutched the blond’s tighter. "But… that’s…"

And Elliot found himself chuckling softly. His other hand reached across his chest to cup one lightly shadowed cheek. "Shhh," he murmured teasingly, "It’s a secret. It’s almost always the bottom, the sub, who decides how far things can go. And in that sense, the Servant is actually the Master." He nodded. "There are exceptions, but not often and generally only when both parties to the relationship are somehow twisted inside. But in this case…"

Brown eyes closed helplessly. "Robert’s control was that he could decide, and that… bastard…" Trevor whispered, finally getting it.

"He took that away. He drugged him and took every choice he had." Elliot agreed sadly. "Fortunately, he wore a condom. Robert could tell when he came to, and… there were still traces of spermicide… inside him. I could smell it."

"So all we have to worry about is the…emotional damage, then? That’s hopeful, right?"

Elliot nodded, squeezing his lover’s fingers. "It is… and it’s not. We’re gonna have to wait and see. I…" he swallowed hard, not sure how Trevor was going to take his next suggestion, but he had to try. "I don’t think he should be alone and he really doesn’t want Mrs. J. knowing about what happened…"

Trevor nodded sharply. "Right. We let him rest up for a day or two, then you tell her he’s going to visit with us in New York for a while. He’ll need… friends." He ignored the fact that such a plan would mean Robert staying in their home with him and… with Elliot, too. "And meanwhile… we find out where he was last night. I find out who… did this. And then I kill the fucker."

The blond sighed, pretending he hadn't already thought of the same thing. "Have you ever killed a man before, Trev? It’s not as easy as they make it look on TV."

"So… what? We just let the shit get AWAY with it?" the brunette snarled loudly. "No. I won’t let that happen, El! He deserves to die for making Robert feel the way he does now, and I’m going to make sure he does!"

"No, baby," Elliot murmured, pulling the man closer. "You’re not. But the guy will pay. Don’t worry about that." Killing someone would probably break his lover in ways the other man hadn’t even considered and Elliot would never let that happen. "Besides, death is too easy. I think Robert would get more satisfaction from knowing the man was in prison being sodomized every day, don’t you?"

And if Trevor thought that was the plan, then maybe he wouldn't ask too many questions when he went out looking for the bastard himself, Elliot figured. Prison was all well and good but whoever had raped Robert wouldn't live long enough to find out. He might be close to ten years out of the game, he knew, but he could still take the fucker down and get away clean. And he would.

"Prison?" Elliot said again, "Raped daily? I think that'll do it..."

And that thought made Trevor smile his first REAL smile since Hypatia had walked into his apartment the night before.

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(A/N: For TheShadowCat and RemityGirl... because they begged so prettily for the next part. *snerk*

Seriously, though... thanks for the reviews, guys... more story coming soon, I think.)