Paint These Walls In Pitchfork Red [Short slash]

by it's attitude, baby on Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:42 pm

Title: Paint These Walls In Pitchfork Red
Author: Michelle
Chapters: 10
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: I only own the story.
Dedications: My wifey Abbi, since I wrote this one as a Birthday gift for her <3
A/N: This involves rape, swearing & man sex. Just the way I like it.
Pairings: MCR-Frank/Dougie + Dougie/Harry.
Summary: Dougie & Frank have long been wanting to take their relationship further. Will everything turn out as they want, as Frank gets drunk and they give it a try?

Read, enjoy & reply :*

by it's attitude, baby on Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:44 pm

Chapter 1. – I’m So Dirty, Babe

“Stop it! Pull out! P-Please!!” The seventeen year old boy shrieks desperately, clutching the sheets tightly in his hands, biting his lower lip so that blood slowly shows up, and trickles down his lip.
“Oh god you’re so tight… I love your virgin ass. Don’t you also love it? Having my dick filling it?” the older boy grunts sexily in the younger ones ear.
A choked sob leaves the younger ones lips as he desperately tries to think himself away.
He looked forward to it all, earlier that night. But as it all started, he got panicked, regretted it all. But, there’s no way back. He can’t stop it.
“Uhhh…” the older boy moan, pounding into his boyfriend hysterically, ignoring the cries, the pleads, coming from the boy lying under him. “Oh fuck, Dougie, I fucking love you.”
Dougie knows, that if Frank was sober instead, he would’ve said “I love you too”. But since his boyfriend is drunk, he just can’t say it. Not since he’s feeling so broken, lost, dead. His older boyfriend is not making love to him. If he would have, he would have stayed sober, as Dougie asked him to. But he drank, the couple decided to have a little fun. And the drunken Frank became dominant.
Slowly, and with a small smirk on his face, Frank leans down, taking Dougie’s lip ring with his teeth, pulling in it slightly before letting it go, instead placing a kiss on Dougie’s lips. The younger boy moves his head away, whimpering as he just can’t let Frank kiss him. It’s like there’s some part of him that really just can’t let his drunken boyfriend do it. The part of him that really wants to let Frank do it – slowly fades away.
“F-Frank…Please…Stop this…” Dougie whimpers quietly, struggling a little, which only causes Frank to stop and hold him by his shoulders. That’s when Dougie gives up, his whole body relaxing as he’s longing for it all to end.
His first time was ruined.
“That’s it…” the older boy grunts, burying his head in Dougie’s neck.
More moans leaves the older boys lips, his eyes closed as he obviously enjoys it all. Whole his younger boyfriend lays there under him, thinking that he’s somewhere else. Far away from what’s happening. Far away from the hurt he feels when Frank is drunk.
Soon Frank’s whole body shudders and he releases his whole load deep inside of Dougie, a moan following. Before pulling out to lay down next to his boyfriend, Frank rides out his orgasm, continuing to pound hysterically into Dougie.
“Oh fuck I love you.” Frank groans as he lays down next to the shaking boy, who doesn’t move an inch as the older boy wraps his arms around Dougie’s waist, kissing him roughly before sitting up in the bed. “I’m going to get a shower. I feel dirty. You should also take one when I’m done.”
Dougie closes his eyes and tries to hold back the tears as he thinks of what Frank just said.
“I feel dirty.”
He just lays there in the bed, curled up in a little ball with the cover pulled over him, as he listens to the sound of the shower where Frank is.
Taking a deep breath he climbs of the bed, slipping on his clothes before sighing and leaving the room.
He can’t stand being in the same room as his boyfriend. It doesn’t matter how much he actually loves him, he still can’t take it.
In a way Dougie wants to leave Frank. But he just can’t do it.
Sitting down outside the hotel room, he sighs and draws his knees up to his chin, wrapping his arms around them as he just looks out in nothing.
“Shower’s empty. You can take a shower now.” Frank says as he opens the door, making Dougie jump at his sudden appearance.
Sighing again, Dougie stands up to enter the room again, just walking past the older boy who stands next to the bed, pulling on a pair of boxers.
“Dougie.” Frank says, causing the younger boy to stop just as he places his hand on the bathroom door handle. “I love you.”
“I-I love you t-too…” Dougie says quietly, feeling how his heart gives in.
He can’t deny it. He loves Frank. Even if he knows that he shouldn’t, that he should leave him. It would be the right thing to do. But also the bad thing to do.

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by **Critical Acclaim** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:54 pm

How come I've not read that one before,,,?
An Iero and Poynter,,,
Interesting,
haha.
But seriously Frank that's not very nice,,, ruining his first time.
God this sounds good,, but then again so do all your fics.
pirat

xxx

by **xcutexangelx** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:04 pm

Great chapter..
Interresting pairing..
Never read something like that before.. clown

by it's attitude, baby on Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:36 pm

Manic! wrote:How come I've not read that one before,,,?
An Iero and Poynter,,,
Interesting,
haha.
But seriously Frank that's not very nice,,, ruining his first time.
God this sounds good,, but then again so do all your fics.

xxx

Mwahah, I've never posted this one on any board except from the old official mcfly board. so this is the second time i'm ever posting it (:

IeroPoynter is hawt Cool

Thank you xD ;]

xcutexangelx wrote:Great chapter..
Interresting pairing..
Never read something like that before..

Thank you (:
Not? haha, thanks for reading (:

by **xcutexangelx** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:39 pm

No,, but i love it..
So,, your welcome.. Wink

by Icecreamheadaches on Sun Jan 13, 2008 8:20 pm

Love the pairing...
Very Happy

Its a good story..

Xoxo

by it's attitude, baby on Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:30 pm

^thank you :]

by it's attitude, baby on Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:32 pm

Chapter 2. – The Life You Stole
Quietly Dougie sneaks out of the bathroom, watching how his older boyfriend lays peacefully in the double bed, a smile playing on his lips, his eyelids empty from the makeup he’d worn earlier on the day.
Feeling a warm feeling go through his body, Dougie crawls down next to Frank. Feeling the urge to be close to him.
“Finally you’re here.” Frank whispers, sounding as if he’s sobering up. “I missed you.”
Dougie can feel his heart breaking into two pieces. All those thoughts he’s having about Frank. How he in a way wants to leave him. And then that just happened. Frank being nice. He missed his boyfriend. The older boy shuffles closer to his little boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Dougie’s waist, pulling him even closer.
Without struggling, Dougie just lays there, completely quiet as his boyfriend slowly drifts of to sleep. Slow tears starts to roll down Dougie’s cheeks. And he doesn’t even clearly know why he’s starting to cry. He just lets the tears fall. Not bothering to stop them.

At the morning
“Dougie, baby, wake up.” Frank says, stroking Dougie’s cheek. He has noticed that something’s wrong with Dougie. He just hasn’t dared to ask him, since Dougie can get angry so easily. Frank doesn’t want to fight with his younger, lovely boyfriend.
“Have you been crying?” he asks Dougie as the younger boy’s eyes opens slowly, revealing his bloodshot eyes.
“No. Why would I have cried?” Dougie asks, trying to hide the fact that he had been crying. And apparently he cried himself to sleep.
“Doug, please. Just tell me what’s wrong. I’ll help you through it. Just please, tell me. You know I’m there for you.” That is what Dougie fears. He can’t have Frank there all the time. He wants to. But he doesn’t want to feel the hurt.
“There’s nothing wrong. I’m fine!” Dougie snaps, ripping his arm away from Frank’s gently touch, stepping of the bed.
As he pulls on his pants he glances over at Frank sometimes, seeing how his boyfriend watches him with a concerned face.
“Dougs, what happened last night? I can’t properly remember it. There are just a few pictures that come flooding back. And I want to know if something happened.” Frank places a hand on Dougie’s arm after he has moved over to the edge of the bed.
Dougie removes his gaze from Frank’s concerned face, instead letting his gaze rest on the wooden floor.
“I…Nothing happened…” Dougie mutters, picking his shirt up from the floor, pulling it on before continuing with his socks.
“Baby you need to tell me. All I know is that we were in bed.”
Dougie’s world freezes while Frank desperately waits for Dougie to tell him. He knows something happened, and he curses himself for drinking, not being able to remember what happened.
“Okay… We did…it…” Dougie mumbles, starting to shake crazily much, fearing Frank’s reaction, since he didn’t remember it.
“So…That was good.” Frank smiles. “I should’ve stayed sober so I could’ve remembered it.” Dougie hid a laugh. But not a laugh out of amusement. There was nothing about the ‘making love’ that was worth remembering. Frank ruined Dougie’s first time. Dougie have, in his own opinion, no reason to remember it. And he wishes that he would’ve been drunk. It would have been a good way to not remember.
“We should do it again.” Frank says calmly, reaching out to take Dougie’s hand, only to gasp out of shock as his younger boyfriend storms out of the room, leaving Frank there with hundreds of questions flooding his mind. He knows that something’s wrong, and he’s longing to get to know what. Dougie haven’t ever behaved like that. He has always been that happy, smiling, funny guy. Not someone that storms out from a room like that, he never hid things. If everything would have been normal, Dougie would have told Frank what was wrong, not keeping it to himself.

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by **xcutexangelx** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:36 pm

Ooooh..
ffing amazing fic.. Razz

I'm addicted allready..

by **Critical Acclaim** on Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:38 pm

Oosh!
Dougies' angry,,,
Can't be good.
Damn you, now I have another fic to keep up with cyclops

gaaah Such a good pairing.

by it's attitude, baby on Wed Jan 16, 2008 8:56 pm

(:

Chapter 3. – I’m Not Okay
“Dougie?” Frank shouts as he runs through the hotel, searching for his boyfriend. “Where are you?” he screws his face up as he has been everywhere. Not a sign of Dougie.
He still hasn’t got any idea about why Dougie ran away. And he just wants to know it. He wants to be there for Dougie. Let his boyfriend know that he is there no matter what. He just doesn’t want Dougie to shut him out. It makes him feel bad. Especially when he doesn’t know what he has done to make Dougie shut him out.
At last he runs out of the hotel, stopping abruptly as Dougie sits outside, leaning against the wall, his knees pulled up to his chin and his arms wrapped around them.
Slow tears are rolling down his cheeks as he slowly lifts his gaze to Frank who stands in front of him. Quickly he wipes away his tears and stands up, immediately trying to escape his boyfriend, but without success as Frank takes him by his shoulders and pulls him back and up against the wall, not rough, but gently.
“Dougie, I need you to tell me what’s wrong. You’re starting to worry me.” Frank says quietly, the worry showing in his voice as he speaks, his eyes looking pleadingly into Dougie’s. But all Dougie does is to remove his gaze from Frank.
“Nothing’s wrong.” The younger boy mutters, letting his long fringe fall over his left eye.
“Then why did you just run away like that?” Frank places a finger under Dougie’s chin to lift it up, his gaze locking with his younger boyfriends gaze again. “Something’s obviously wrong. And I want you to tell me. I can help you. I love you so much Dougie and I hate seeing you like this. Please don’t hide it from me. If there’s something wrong that has to do with me, please tell me. I won’t hate you or anything. If I’ve done something wrong, I’ll change so that there won’t be anything wrong.”
Dougie tries his hardest to hide the plenty sobs that’s on its way, while the tears are unstoppable, causing Frank to bring his hand up to Dougie’s face to gently wipe away the many tears.
“I can’t tell you…” the younger boy whimpers while pulling his head away from Frank’s gently touch, not able to let his boyfriend touch him.
Frank places a finger under Dougie’s chin once again, this time placing a thumb there so that he’s holding it with two fingers, slowly leaning forwards until his lips meets Dougie’s.
Dougie pushes himself backwards as much as he can, trying to escape the kiss.
“Y-You…You r-ra…raped m-me…” Dougie says really quiet as his boyfriend broke the kiss. As much as it just pained him to tell Frank what he’d done the night before, he just had to tell him. He can’t hide things from Frank.
“What?” Frank gasps, watching how the tears falls faster down Dougie’s cheeks, and how the younger boy tries to struggle out of his grip. “I…what?”
“You were drunk.” Dougie mutters. “I wanted it first. But then I couldn’t control any of it. And you wouldn’t pull out when I begged you. I know I never mentioned more than that we did ‘it’, earlier. There’s nothing to remember about it.”
Dougie knows that even telling Frank won’t heal the scars on his soul. He doesn’t want Frank to know about it. But staying strong and keeping it away is hard for him. Even telling his boyfriend about it was hard. And what Frank will do now is something Dougie doesn’t know at all.
“I’m really, really, really sorry Doug.” The older boy whimpers, trying to place a hand on Dougie’s cheek, only for Dougie to move his cheek away. “I just… Oh God what have I done… Is there anything I can do for you?” Frank watches his boyfriend pleadingly, while Dougie slowly turns his head back to face him.
“There isn’t anything…” Dougie says quietly as he lets his gaze fall to the ground, stopping his struggles to get away to instead just stand there.
“Dougie I really am sorry. I’m sorry for doing what I did. I’m sorry for ruining your first time. I know we spoke about it and decided we would chose a good time to do it, making it as wonderful as possible. And I ruined it. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me. But I just want you to know that I love you so unbelievable much that I can’t explain how sorry I am.” Slowly Frank moves forward, trying to wrap his arms around Dougie’s tensed body, wanting to let Dougie know how sorry he is by also trying to give him a gentle hug. Without protests Dougie nervously lets his boyfriend wrap his arms around him, burying his head in Frank’s chest as he tries to hold back a few sobs.
“I can’t be angry at you…” Dougie says quietly, placing his arms around his older boyfriend’s neck. He can’t be angry at Frank, but they both will have to live with the memory of being raped, and being the one who did it. Dougie will forever walk around with the scars of the event, while Frank will have to walk around with the thought of that he once raped a person.
“It’ll get better, Dougie… I promise. It will never happen again. I’m so sorry…” Frank murmurs, letting a few tears roll down his cheeks and drop down on Dougie.

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by **xcutexangelx** on Wed Jan 16, 2008 9:56 pm

OMG,, wow..
So great.. Shocked

**speechless**

by Icecreamheadaches on Wed Jan 16, 2008 10:19 pm

This is such a good story..

Im in love with it:D

Xoxo

by **Critical Acclaim** on Thu Jan 17, 2008 6:55 am

Awwww.

~~because I can't think of any thing else~~

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