Only the Strong Survive

Title: Only the Strong Survive
Players: Mat Devine/Mat's boyfriend Jake (OC)
Rated: NC-17 for graphic violence/abuse and graphic m/m sex
Summary: Mat goes home to Jake and wishes he hadn't


Mat stood in front of the apartment door, biting his lip. I don't wanna go in. He reached for the lock, his keys in his trembling hand, before lowering his hand to his side again. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths, trying to force himself to be calm. I can't stand out here all night. Hell this is my home. There's no reason I should be afraid to go home.

Yes there is.

He knew he couldn't stand out in the hall any longer. Raising the keys, he pushed the apartment key into the lock and turned it. Too late now. If he's here he'll hear the key and he'll know I'm home. With another deep breath and a quick prayer to any god that might be listening, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Finally decided to come home where you belong, huh, you little slut?"

Mat locked the door and stood still facing it, unwilling to turn around to see the look on Jake's face. He sounds drunk. Again. "I'm not a slut. I was just out walking around and I stopped at a coffee shop cause it was raining."

"Yeah? Really? I bet you did. Probably out spreading your legs for some guy coming to your band's shows." Jake's hand fell on Mat's shoulder, turning him around and pushing him back hard against the door. "You better remember something. You're my slut. Nobody else's."

Mat squirmed against the hands pinning his shoulders against the door. "I swear I wasn't fucking anybody. I was just out walking. That's all."

Jake pushed Mat back harder against the door. "Doesn't matter what the fuck you were doing, you little bitch. At least you're here now."

Mat cried out as he was jerked away from the door, one of Jake's hands burying in his hair and yanking his head back, the other twisting one arm painfully behind his back. "Stop it! Fucking stop it! I didn't do anything!"

Jake propelled Mat across the living room, bending the small, thin singer over the back of the couch. "Maybe you haven't done anything, you little whore. But I'm about to do something to you. I've had to wait too fucking long." He pressed against Mat from behind, grinding his hips against the slender body in front of him. "You like that, huh? I know what you want, you fucking slut."

Mat bit down hard on his bottom lip, trying not to make a sound. Yeah he's drunk all right. Probably fucked up on something too. Maybe he'll just fuck me and get it over with and pass out. He pushed his hips back against Jake's body, gasping a little when the other man's crotch pressed against his ass.

Jake pulled Mat's hair to force him upright, drawing a soft whimper from Mat's lips. His mouth pressed against Mat's ear, his fingers tightening in the dark, blond-streaked hair with every word. "I know you want to get fucked. That's all you ever want, you pathetic little whore. Well you're gonna get what you want. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you see stars."

Mat raised his hands, trying to fight against Jake's grip on his hair. The other man caught Mat's slender wrists in one hand, yanking on his arms and dragging him towards the bedroom. "You better have your clothes off within ten seconds of getting in there, you little bitch, if you know what's good for you."

"No!" The second the word left Mat's lips he regretted it. Oh fuck. Shouldn't have said that. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck .... His head jerked back when Jake's hand made contact with his cheekbone, slapping him hard, once, then again. "Oh, you're gonna regret that, Mat. You know better than to tell me no."

Jake half-dragged, half-pushed Mat into the bedroom, throwing him down on the bed and looking down at him with a sadistic smirk twisting his lips. Mat stared back up at him, his eyes wide with fear. He looked very young and frightened; the purpling bruise on his cheek, the disheveled hair, the smeared eyeliner emphasizing his fragility.

"Get the fuck undressed. Now." Jake leaned back against the wall, reaching out to push the bedroom door closed. "You're not going anywhere, baby. Not till I say you can."

Mat swallowed hard and lifted trembling hands to the buttons on his shirt, slowly starting to undo them. He couldn't put it off for too much longer. It only took so much time to take his clothes off. He shrugged out of his shirt and then lifted the sweatshirt under it over his head, avoiding Jake's eyes.

"Damn, you've got a pretty body." Mat could feel Jake's eyes roaming hungrily over his body, almost as if they were burning into his skin. Stop looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. It's not like you don't see me naked every day. His hands went to his belt, starting to unbuckle it before Jake's hands on his stopped him.

"Oh no. I want to take those off myself." His smile was almost a smirk, and Mat could feel a knot of dread twist inside him. He only looks like that when he's really gonna hurt me. Or when he wants to get me scared. He looked up at the man leaning over him, almost expecting another blow and ready to raise his hands over his face to ward it off.

Jake slid his hand into Mat's jeans, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin of the singer's belly and moving further down. Mat couldn't help shivering a little; ever since Jake had shaved off his pubic hair it was like he could feel every touch there all over his body. He couldn't keep a soft cry from escaping his lips when that hand brushed over his cock, and Jake looked up with a smirk.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" His voice was amused. "You like having your dick touched." He grinned as his fingers played over the sensitive head, his thumb rubbing across the tip.

Mat gulped and nodded, knowing that it wasn't a good idea to say no to Jake - not when the man had his fingers curled around Mat's cock. "Yeah I like it ...." His voice trailed off into a soft moan as Jake started to run his fingertip along the sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock, his other hand unzipping Mat's jeans and pulling them down. Mat raised his hips off the bed, letting Jake slide his jeans off.

"Turn over." Jake's voice was low and menacing. Mat didn't dare to disobey him; not when he sounded like that. He moved higher on the bed, turning over on his stomach. He could feel the bed move under him as Jake moved behind him, then the man's hands were on his hips, pulling him to his knees. Mat gasped as one hand moved between his legs, squeezing his balls and bringing tears of pain to his eyes. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not. He bit his lip hard to keep from whimpering, his hands grasping the sheets.

The bed dipped and moved again as Jake shed his shirt and pants, moving behind Mat to press his hard cock against the singer's ass. Mat shivered; Jake had never fucked him dry before but there was a first time for everything. And that was something he didn't want to experience. His hands fisted in the sheets again, bunching them in his fingers.

"You need something to hold onto, you little slut? How about this." Jake reached for something on the table by the side of the bed, and before Mat could see what he was doing, the larger man had snapped the handcuffs around one slender wrist, wrapping the short chain between the cuffs around the rail at the top of the bed before securing Mat's other wrist. "Now I know you can't get away." He sounded satisfied, pleased with himself.

Mat couldn't help crying out as one calloused finger rubbed over his entrance, teasing him, coaxing him open. Jake pushed his thighs further apart, spreading Mat's legs as wide as he could and still let him keep his balance. He pushed Mat's shoulders down against the mattress, lifting his hips. "That's right, you fucking whore. I want your ass in the air."

Mat pressed his face against the pillow, forcing back his tears. I'm not gonna cry for him. I'm not gonna beg him to stop. I won't. It's what he wants to hear and I won't do it. I know he likes making me cry and I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction. It didn't occur to him that this time Jake wanted something very different.

The bed shifted under Mat as Jake reached over to the night table, picking up the lube laying there. Mat didn't have to look to see what he was doing; he'd been through this often enough before to know. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed, whimpering again when Jake's now-lubed finger stroked over his entrance again, this time pushing inside him roughly, a second finger pushing in within a few seconds. Jake's other hand was on his balls again, squeezing hard, a cruel smile crossing his face at the whimper of pain coming from Mat's lips.

Jake didn't spend much time prepping him. Mat almost gasped when those invading fingers pulled out of him, his muscles tensing for what he knew would come next. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Maybe it won't be so bad this time ....

The penetration was quick, brutal and unexpected. Mat screamed, his body writhing under Jake as the other man mounted him and thrust inside him again and again. "No .... stop .... please ...." Mat was crying now, tugging against the handcuffs, trying desperately to free himself even though he knew it was useless.

Jake grunted as he continued to thrust into the small, fragile body underneath him, one hand gripping Mat's hip, the other tangling in the long, dark hair to pull Mat's head back. His lips descended to Mat's bare shoulder, then to his throat, teeth digging into the tender flesh and leaving a row of dark purple bruises on the pale skin. A smile crossed his lips at the sound of Mat's cries, the pleas for him to stop driving him to more frenzied thrusting.

"You like that, you little whore? You like being fucked?" He twined his fingers more tightly into Mat's hair and jerked his head back hard. "You better like it. You better tell me you like it."

Mat screamed in pain as his hair was pulled, Jake's hand yanking at the dark strands with each thrust. Jake's other hand moved between his legs, gripping his cock and jerking him off with short, hard strokes. Mat squeezed his eyes shut, hot tears leaking from under his eyelids and streaking down his face. He prayed that Jake would come soon; he didn't care if the other man let him get off or not. As long as it stopped. God just make him stop .... please ....

It was almost a blessing when Jake let out a long, low moan and released inside him. Mat screamed again as Jake's hand tightened on his cock and twisted with his orgasm. Jake didn't stop his thrusting, despite the fact that he'd already come. Mat buried his face in the pillow, gritting his teeth; Jake was obviously not going to stop until he came, too. It didn't matter that he was feeling more pain than pleasure. To Jake, it was all the same. He didn't care how much he hurt Mat; no, the more pain, the more he liked it.

It didn't take long. Mat groaned when he came, his body convulsing under Jake. Only then did the other man stop his thrusting, still buried deep inside the small, thin body pressed against the bed. "Jesus, you're good. Out fucking other guys and your ass is still fucking tight." Jake grinned and twisted his hand between Mat's thighs again, drawning another scream from the dark-haired boy.

Mat clamped his mouth shut, determined not to cry out again. His teeth sank into his lower lip, until he was almost sure he could taste blood. Probably not the only place I'm bleeding .... A soft whimper came from his throat again as Jake's hand moved up, fingers twisting first one nipple, then the other.

Jake slowly pulled out of Mat, reaching for the key to the handcuffs. He freed the singer's wrists from the cuffs, turning him over and running his hand down the front of Mat's naked body, fingers curling around his softening cock. His other hand reached upward, trailing one fingertip down the side of Mat's face, over the purple bruise on his cheek, tracing the outline of his lips.

"That mouth was made to suck cock," he mused. "Next time I want you, you're gonna be on your knees."

Mat turned his face away, closing his eyes and biting his lip to hold back a moan as Jake's hand moved between his legs. Dammit, that touch was getting him hard again.

"Yeah, you like it, you little whore. If I kept this up, you'd be spreading your legs and begging me to suck you off." Jake's hand abruptly moved away from Mat's cock, sliding lower to grip his balls. Mat cried out, his eyes flying open, staring up at Jake. Don't .... please .... After a few seconds, Jake smiled and removed his hand, his other hand drawing back and then hitting Mat's cheek hard enough to roll him to the side.

"Go take a shower and get cleaned up." Jake's voice was almost a snarl. "You've got twenty minutes. Then get your ass back in this bed. Or you're gonna spend the night tied up and I guarantee you won't like it." He pushed Mat off the bed, smirking as the singer nearly fell to his knees, standing up on unsteady legs and heading for the bathroom.

Mat closed the door, leaning against it and closing his eyes, sniffling a little. I won't cry. I won't. He stumbled toward the shower, turning on the water as hot as he could stand it. After a minute or so, he got in and closed the door, leaning back and letting the hot spray drench his body, closing his eyes.

He turned around, facing the shower head, raising his face to the hot water. I can't keep doing this. Sooner or later he'll kill me. He'll go too far and I won't be able to get up or do what he says and then he'll lose it. I can't stay with him. I can't.

But where the fuck am I gonna go? I can't just move out. I can't afford it. And I can't move in with any of the other guys. None of them have a big enough place to be able to deal with a roommate. I'm stuck. I'm fucking stuck. I don't have anywhere to go. I've just gotta deal with it as best I can. And hope he won't get too crazy.

Mat stood there under the hot water for what seemed like a very long time, letting it relax his muscles. He finally leaned forward and turned off the water, then rested his face on his arms, his shoulders heaving. He couldn't give in to the luxury of tears when he was back in the bedroom. He had to do his crying privately. He wiped the tears away, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel, drying his dark hair before moving the cloth over his body.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror and winced. There was a line of dark purple marks down the side of his throat and across his shoulder, a dark bruise across his cheekbone, and another on his jaw. Makeup won't hide those. There were fresh bruises on his hips, his stomach, his wrists, standing out starkly against his pale skin. Mat raised a hand to his chest, wincing as he touched first one nipple and then the other. The tiny buds were so sore from Jake twisting at them even the gentle brush of his fingers was painful. It's gonna hurt to wear a fucking shirt tomorrow. He had to bite his lip to keep back tears of pain, dropping his hand and continuing to dry himself off.

"You've got two minutes, Mat." Jake's voice came through the closed door, and Mat jumped. He slowly hung the towel over the railing in the shower, his hands trembling. Maybe he'll just let me go to sleep. He's already had his fun tonight. He opened the door and walked back into the bedroom, to find Jake already under the bedcovers. The other man pulled back the covers invitingly and patted the space beside him.

"Get in bed. Now." Jake's voice was firm, his tone letting Mat know that he wouldn't accept no for an answer. He sank down onto the mattress, pulling the covers up around his naked body and turning his back to Jake. He winced as the man moved closer behind him, his cock pressing against Mat's already abused ass. Jake's arm encircled his waist, pulling Mat's tiny body back against his.

"Remember you're my slut, you little whore. This -" Jake's hand slipped under the covers to move down over the curves of Mat's ass ".... is mine. Your ass, your cock, your body, all of you. You fucking belong to me, Mat Devine. Don't you forget it."

Mat didn't say a word; he just nodded, closing his eyes. There was nothing he could say. He knew it was the truth. He couldn't leave. He did belong to Jake. He hated it, but he had no choice. I don't have anywhere else to go. He bit his lip to keep from crying yet again.

Jake squeezed Mat's ass before turning over. "Don't wake me up when you leave. If you do, you'll regret it."

"I won't." Mat's voice was low and unsteady. "I've got a late rehearsal tomorrow. I won't be back till sometime tomorrow night."

"Fine. I'll be out, anyway. Just make sure you're home sometime. I'll know if you're not, you little slut. So you better be here."

"Okay." Mat moved as far as he could to the side of the bed. His entire body ached, and he was pretty sure he was going to be sore as hell in the morning. Again. Hell there's never a time lately when I'm not sore. Even the guys in the band noticed I've been walking funny. He turned his face into the pillow, burying his face in the soft material and clutching the blankets in his hands.

Nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

It was the last thought in his mind before he dropped into a fitful sleep.