*TW! Non-con*
Ling felt a shadow hover over his face; he was half asleep, lying on the bench in the dark. When he opened his eyes a little, there was a tall blonde man standing over him wearing a long brown trench coat, coller popped, framing his face and large sunglasses. The streetlights hit his hair, lighting up his silhouette.
Ling immediately recognised the man. He jolted upright, eyes snapping open fully, immediately awake. Staring up, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He couldn't make a noise, just frozen as Yi reached down and grabbed his arm. It hurt; Yi's grip was firm and bruising, pulling Ling's arm to stand up and walk.
He dragged Ling down between some trees. The wind picked up and Ling shivered as a leaf hit his face; he tried to stop walking but the grip on his arm tightened.
"Ah... Stop I'm walking, I am... It hurts." He picked up his pace so he wasn't being dragged but when he finally looked up from the ground he noticed they were much further from the streetlights and paths. The trees were swaying over in the wind and the smell of damp grass spread through the air as the cold breeze hit them. Chills ran through Ling's body, his legs shaking as he walked.
They stopped next to the a large tree, the bark flaked off as Ling was slammed against it. He was winded by the impact. He looked up at the dark figure in front of him and tried to sink against the tree; trembling as he looked down at his feet. The grass was moving in circles in the dark and he felt dizzy.
Yi grabbed his neck, not tightly, but enough for Ling start panicking, for him to grab at his neck and kick at Yi. He couldn't get the hand to loosen, his breathing accelerated but he felt suffocated as tears began to roll down his face, pooling at his lips.
When Yi let go, Ling fell to the ground. The fabric on his knees felt cold and wet as they hit the grass. He coughed and spluttered as he tried to take gulps of air. His neck hurt, it still felt like he couldn't breathe.
He felt a kick to his stomach; he fell onto his back, head hitting the tree. That throbbing pain in his head reeled through his body as he tried to push himself off the ground but Yi stepped on him, twisting his foot into Ling's chest, mud smeared against his shirt, touching his skin.
Yi stared down at him, smiling, eyes glowing in the moonlight. His tall nose cast a shadow across his face as he squat down next to Ling, grabbing his chin. He pulled them close together, eye to eye, still smiling. He touched their foreheads together and shut his eyes, breathing slowly.
Everything stopped moving for him; the trees swaying behind them stopped, the park went silent. Not even the wind made a sound.
"Stand up," He held Ling's shoulder and pulled him up, "Turn around." He waited, tapping his foot as Ling looked up at him, slowly turning. He pushed Ling's stomach against the tree and dragged his hands along Ling's waist. He bent over, pushing his crotch against Ling's ass, bringing his mouth to his ear.
Ling could feel the damp tree against his chest, pushing against him as he breathed. When he felt Yi press against him, he tensed, turning back, whole body trembling. The fear was overwhelming; he shut his eyes and rested his head on the wood and squeezed his lips together. He could hear Yi's harsh breath in his ear.
Yi slid his hand into Ling's trousers and shoved two fingers in, aggressivly moving his hand up and down.
"No... No, not that, it hurts. Please sto- ah..." Ling's fingers bled as he held onto the wood. His head flew back and his mouth opened a little. Yi went faster; he could feel Ling trembling under him and flipped him over so they were facing each other, breathing heavily into his face. He held him down with one arm, nails cutting into Ling's shoulder though his shirt.
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Er stood by the door, confused why Ling would have run off. He was so sure that he felt the same way. He bent down to gather the broken bottles on the ground and picked up the plastic bag.
As he walked down the stairs back to the road he opened a a can of beer, looking around different restaurants and bars for Ling. It was a busy night, most of the bars and clubs had doors open and people chattering away inside and the street and the lights glared against the cars going by.
He sighed, leaning against a lamppost, finishing the can in his hand. He scrunched it into a disk and kicked it away.
He had been so sure that Ling would say yes, that they would smile and kiss against his door, moonlight glossing over them as they held each other. That they would look in each other's eyes and say the words "I love you" over and over until the sun rose, then cook a breakfast together with waffles, strawberries and heart shaped syrup.
He walked around a little more, hands in his pockets, scraping his heels against the gravel until he entered a park. It was much quieter and darker there and he walked onto the wet grass, cleaning the dust off his shoes.
He looked up and around; it was quite pretty, the moon and stars were much more visible away from the strong street lights by the the road and the lack of noise and distractions let Er think to himself. He thought of Ling, tears welled in his eyes.
As he was wiping his face, a shadow flickered in the lights to his left, he turned and looked. He saw two people briskly walking out in the grass, then holding each other behind the tree.
Even though Er was in a poor mood, he was still nosey and quietly followed the foot steps in the long grass. When he reached a place with a good view he hid behind a tree, peering out of his cover.
Er's eyes widened.
Was that Ling? Who was that other man? He watched a flurry of kicks and punches land, clamping his hand over his mouth. His breathing sped up and and he turned to hide behind the tree again.
He sank down to the ground sitting on the wet grass, he could feel his heart speeding up. Should he help? But that man was so much bigger... He poked his head round the corner again and watched. The man was touching Ling, pushing him against the tree, holding him down. Ling was trying to push away but he couldn't; their faces were close together and Ling was turning away.
The light from the moon reflected the tears on Ling's face as they fell to the grass. Er was frozen, he could barely see in the dark but he knew what was happening. He wanted to turn away, to run and not look back, but his eyes wouldn't move. His head was stuck; it felt like his whole body was wading through mud and the coldness of the night was only now hitting his skin.
The man turned his head and stopped, looking directly at Er. He smiled but his eyes darkened, the bright blue cut through the dark.
Er hid back behind the tree and stood up, patting his pockets for his phone. He didn't have it. Did he leave it at the house? Should he call the police? It felt like he was standing there for hours, in the dark, staring at the empty park in front of him, unable to turn and look back behind him.
He could just about hear the cries and sounds when the wind slowed down; it made him want to throw up.
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Yi reached round the front of Ling's trousers and grabbed him; Ling clenched his teeth together, tilting his head back, the taste of blood filled his mouth. His hip lurched forward against Yis fingers and back tilted away from the tree. He panted through his mouth, gasping for air as a heat rose to his neck and face. The bruises on his ribs and stomach hurt, sending shudders through his body as he moved.
Yi pulled out his fingers and stepped back. Ling fell to the ground, legs folding under him as he caught his breath. He tugged his shirt together, trying to hide his skin and pulled up his trousers a little.
He kept shaking, barely able to breathe, grabbing his arms, looking at the ground, eyes trembling.
"Please.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Im sorry.... Please stop. I won't do it again, please, I'm sorry... " He repeated over and over. The tears uncontrollably fell and he reached for his hair, grabbing at his scalp.
"What are you sorry for? It's so cold... Let's go back inside." Yi pulled Ling's hair up as he stood and began walking, tugging Ling as he went.
*chapter 10 out soon!*