Title: Fear Of The Raven.

Author: Kristina Q.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, but if they did, I sure as hell wouldn't complain *giggles*

Warning: This fic contains male/male graphic rape, character death, violence and attempted homicide.

Distribution: Anywhere you want as long as you ask me.

Couple: Jesse James/Billy Gunn.

Rating: NC-17

Jesse was sitting in his locker room, waiting for Sean to show up as usual. He still hadn’t come yet and Jesse was beginning to get a bit concerned about him. During the past week both Christian and Test hadn’t shown up. No one had heard from them. The part that scared Jesse the most was the fact that no one knew where they were! And now Sean was missing too! But maybe he was just late today?

If only Billy had been there. Jesse knew he would be less worried then. Billy was one of the only persons who could calm him down when he was nervous. Billy still had to recover a little longer from his shoulder injury, but in a few weeks he would be ready to return.

He looked at his watch again. Only less than five minutes had passed since the last time he had checked the time. Why does time always seem to go so slow when you’re waiting for something? Jesse really hoped Sean was ok. He thought about the many things that could have happened to him but instantly pushed the thoughts aside.

“Hey…” someone murmured from behind him. Jesse turned to face the person behind him. It was Raven. He didn’t look exactly happy. He was actually looking kind of depressed. “What’s wrong?” Jesse questioned, concerned as he rose from where he was seated. “Haven’t you heard about Sean?” Scott frowned and sighed heavily.

“What happened to Sean?!” Jesse’s eyes widened, his face strained with concern. Scott inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “He has been missing since yesterday. The police are looking for him, but he seems to have vanished…”

Jesse couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It just couldn’t be true! Christian, Test and now Sean? Jesse was as paralyzed, tears forming in his eyes. Scott embraced his friend, hoping to be able to soothe him at this horrible moment.

Jesse was unable to hold back a sob, tiny salty droplets of water trickling over his cheekbones. Scott tightened his arms around Jesse body, rubbing his back gently, feeling him shudder against him as he cried. Jesse barely felt the comforting touch from Scott, feeling as if his body had become momentarily numb.

After several minutes, Jesse’s crying seemed to die out. Scott let go of Jesse, allowing him to pull himself together. He was sniffling and he wiped away the tears from his reddened eyes. “I… I need to be alone…” he managed to force out between hiccupping breaths. Scott nodded, understanding. “I’m here if you need me, ok?” Jesse didn’t respond only nodded, sitting down, his shoulders slumping. He buried his face in his hands.

Scott then headed towards the door, letting his friend have some time to himself. He looked at him one final time before leaving the room, closing the door carefully behind him.

Sitting all alone, Jesse thought to himself, still not believing the words he had just heard. Sean was his best friend and now he was gone. What was going on? Who was responsible for the disappearances of those people? Jesse was frightened. Would another person be missing tomorrow? If so, who would that be?

He lifted his head from his hands and sighed heavily. He needed to tell it all to Billy. Maybe Scott had already told Billy? He needed to ask Scott if he had told Billy. He rose and headed towards the door. The hallway was completely deserted. Odd.

Scott’s locker room was just across the hallway. The door was slightly open so Jesse just pushed the door open and peeked inside. The sight he was met with was somewhat scary! On the floor Scott was sitting, rocking back and forth as if he was one of those insane people you see in horror movies! He was mumbling to himself. Jesse could barely hear what he was saying but if he concentrated hard enough and listened carefully then he could hear him.

“Mmmm… Who’s gonna be the next one…? Christian, Test, Sean. Could it be Matt or maybe even Adam?” he laughed to himself. “Watching that bastard, Sean, die was great! Too bad he’s dead so I can’t kill him again…!” he laughed even harder. Jesse felt shivers travel down his spine, goose bumps covering his body.

Jesse’s eyes were filled with fear. He was in shock, not knowing what to do! He backed away from the door, his heart racing, his breath coming quickly. He rushed to his own locker room, slamming the door behind him. He paced around, desperately thinking about what to do! Scott was a killer? A fucking killer! But why? Jesse searched his pockets to find his phone, hands trembling violently. In the haze of panic, he couldn’t think of anything else but needing to tell Billy. The thought about calling the police didn’t even cross his mind…

He dialed the number from his memory quickly, waiting desperately for someone to pick up the phone. “Dammit, Billy! Pick it up!” he hissed, rubbing his forehead harshly with his palm. He had no idea what could happen at this moment! Scott was in the other room! No one picked up the phone, only the mechanical voice telling him to leave a message.

“Billy! Billy, if you’re there then pick up the fucking phone! Scott… Oh my God, Scott murdered Sean… he fucking killed him… I’m fucking scared and I don’t know what to do…” his voice was broken and shaky as he hung up the phone, hoping Billy would call him back soon. He then turned around, not knowing that Scott was standing just behind him, eagerly waiting for him to turn.

Jesse didn’t even have the chance to react before a hard object cracked against his jaw. Everything went black and he collapsed on the floor, unconscious. Standing above him, Scott was holding a metal pipe, a crazy smile smeared across his face.

***

Jesse opened his eyes, his head pounding. He gazed around in the darkness unable to see anything except the faint rays of sunlight slipping through the cracks of the curtains. He couldn’t even see where he was!

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed as he realized he was wearing no clothes. He instinctively tried to sit up but was unable to. He had been tied up. He was lying on a king-sized bed, his hands tied to the headboard. Jesse felt panic rise inside of him and now he was definitely terrified!

He desperately pulled at the ropes, trying to free himself but they were too tight and he soon gave up. He slumped back onto the bed just as someone flipped on the light. Jesse closed his eyes as he was momentarily blinded by the bright light. Slowly he reopened his eyes and before him, Scott was standing, staring at him.

Oh God, he was in Scott’s house!

A wicked smile appeared on his lips as he noticed Jesse was finally awake. Moving a step closer, he licked his lips before kneeling down on the bed, his smile broadening. Jesse struggled to get away from him but Scott gripped his legs and held him securely against the bed. His entire body was shuddering, his heart pumping painfully in his chest.

He carefully crawled on top of Jesse, straddling his hips, pinning his shoulders to the bed. A whimper slipped past his lips as he felt Scott flick his tongue over the skin on his neck.

“W-what are you doing…?” he whimpered, “Get the fuck off me!” he was writhing under him. His body tensed, a cry being ripped from his throat as a sharp pain shot through him, feeling Scott’s teeth sink through his skin into his flesh. Gritting his teeth, Jesse whimpered while Scott began sucking, tasting his blood as if he was a vampire.

Jesse hissed when Scott finally pulled away from his neck, gazing down at his weakened body, licking away the blood from his lips. He watched the blood trickle from the newly created wound on Jesse’s creamy skin, fascinating. Watching as the small droplets connected with the sheets under him, soaking into them.

Jesse was breathing harshly, desperately trying to overcome his fear. Suddenly he managed to speak, “What…” he swallowed hard, “…did you do to Sean…?” Scott was indeed surprised by the sudden question, raising an eyebrow before answering. “The same as I’m gonna do to you… You’re my friend, but you know what I did… so I have to do this to you” he smiled sweetly before kissing his forehead gently. “I’m gonna fuck you, kill you and then maybe I’ll fuck you again. But only because you’re so damn hot!” His eyes were cold and hard as he stared hungrily at Jesse’s defenseless body.

Jesse swallowed, again trying to escape from the tight ropes. After several attempts he froze, staring straight into Scott’s eyes. “You’re insane… You’re fucking crazy!” he yelled, pulling at the ropes again. However he was silenced when Scott’s knuckles cracked against his cheekbone.

Jesse’s head snapped back, hitting the headboard hard. He remained conscious but only barely. He remained completely still, not moving, knowing that if he did then he would pass out. He could taste his own blood from his now cracked lower lip.

He tensed involuntarily when he felt Scott’s hands gently rub his thighs before bending to taste his skin again. He connected his lips with one of Jesse’s nipples, swirling his tongue over the tender flesh. He took it between his teeth, gently tugging before biting him forcefully. Jesse cried out, the stinging pain in his nipple causing him to close his eyes tightly against the pain. When Scott withdrew, there was blood trickling from his nipple.

“Please stop…” Jesse pleaded as Scott began undressing. His eyes never left Jesse’s body and moments later his clothes were lying in a head on the floor. He climbed back onto the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight. He began forcing Jesse’s legs apart, settling himself in between his thighs. His fingers on one hand trailed across Jesse’s abdomen as he began stroking his own cock with the other. “Please…” Jesse tried again. He didn’t get a response from Scott. Instead he mercilessly slammed into his tight hole, a scream of pain being ripped from him.

The hard thrusting caused him to cry out, every muscle of his body tensing. He could feel himself tearing inside, blood beginning to soak the mattress between his legs.

“Shit… you’re so tight. So good!” Scott moaned as he continued pumping into Jesse’s bleeding entrance. He increased the pace, pushing deeper and harder into him. Scraping his nails across Jesse’s pale abdomen, leaving thin red lines.

Leaning down again, Scott darted his tongue over Jesse’s bleeding neck, collecting his blood as he thrust into him with all his power, raking his nails along Jesse’s cock causing him to writhe and whimper due to the pain.

Scott felt a familiar tensing rising in his abdomen, thrusting forcefully before releasing into him. After a couple of minutes, Scott had regained control over his quivering body. He glanced down at Jesse’s weakened form. Jesse had begun crying, tears moistening his braids, harsh sobs causing him to tremble violently. Scott pulled out of him and stumbled towards the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Jesse was gasping for air, his whole body in pain. He swallowed, his eyes widening in fright as he saw Scott approach him again, this time holding a large kitchen knife in his hand. He jumped onto the bed, grapping Jesse by the throat and kissing him roughly. He squeezed tightly around his neck, a small moan slipping from Jesse’s lips. It gave Scott the chance to slip his tongue inside. A harsh noise was pulled from the younger man as Scott fiercely stabbed the knife into his flesh, piercing into him just above his kneecap.

Scott smiled, seeing the pain and fear in Jesse’s eyes. He forced the knife further into his flesh, Jesse bucking on the bed and crying in pain. He then withdrew the knife. He rose to stare down at Jesse’s bruised and bleeding form, blood and dried cum staining the mattress between his legs.

He then started getting dressed, listening to the small whimpers and hitched gasps escaping Jesse. Heading towards the door, he opened it before looking back at Jesse. “Don’t worry… I’ll be back soon…” After this he slammed the door behind him, leaving Jesse alone. Leaving him to die.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, his body still shuddering due to the agony. He was going to die… Closing his eyes, he tried to think about Billy, how much he loved him, hoping to be able to ignore the pain. Not many moments later he slowly closed his eyes. He passed out, the pain overwhelming.

***

… “Jesse?” a faint voice brought Jesse back to reality, his eyes remaining closed. He felt someone gently cup his face. Warmth. Protective warmth. “Baby, wake up…! Please!” the voice was now clearer in Jesse’s mind, sounding desperate and frightened. Slowly, Jesse opened his eyes, instantly gazing at Billy’s tearstained face.

Jesse’s skin was deathly pale, still bleeding from various cuts on his body. He shifted slightly, leaning into Billy’s comforting touch. He then realized his hands were free. Once again tears began running from his reddened eyes as realization dawned upon him. Billy was there to save him! “Oh my God, what happened…?” Billy stammered as he began unbuckling his belt. “H-how did y-you know… I was here?” Jesse whispered, reaching to touch Billy’s face to confirm that he was really there. “I got your voice message…” Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes as he used his belt to fasten tightly around Jesse thigh, trying his best to stop the blood flow. Wrapping his arms around Jesse’s limp body, he struggled to get him back on his feet.

Billy finally managed to get Jesse up from the bed, his body being supported by Billy. He had his arm wrapped around his waist.

However someone suddenly pushed Billy down onto the floor, wrapping a rope tightly around his neck. Jesse did his best to stay upright but he lost his balance, his legs too weak to carry him and he collapsed on the carpeted floor, a whimper slipping from his torn lips.

Scott tightened the rope and pulled as hard as he could, trying to snap his neck. Billy coughed harshly, his fingers frantically trying to get a hold of the rope to loosen it.

Scott kept pulling and tightening with all his strength. Billy couldn’t breathe, gasping for air, on the verge of passing out. Abruptly the rope loosened and Scott fell to his knees before slumping down on the floor, unconscious. Billy gasped and coughed. He finally realized that Jesse had used whatever last power he had to hit Scott with some hard object.

Billy struggled to get up. “Jesse, are you ok?” he questioned, voice coated with concern as he began pulling him to his feet. He gently sat him on the bed. Jesse winced and hissed in pain. Wrapping the sheets around Jesse’s exposed body, Billy held an arm around his waist allowing him to lean against him as he began stumbling towards the door.

The cut on Jesse’s thigh was still bleeding heavily. Billy placed his hand on the wound, pressing hard against it to prevent the blood from spilling. A harsh whimper escaped Jesse’s parted lips and he instinctively grabbed Billy’s wrist, but allowed him to hold his hand over the cut.

After several minutes of struggling, both men finally got outside the house. Billy carefully let Jesse sink to the ground, his back resting against the wall. Billy quickly picked up his phone and dialed the number for the paramedics.

Jesse’s vision was blurring. His quivering hands fastened tightly around his thigh. He slowly slumped down, his head now resting on the cold dirt, his eyes slowly closing.

***

Hours had passed. Jesse shifted in his sleep, feeling a warm hand stroking the skin on his hand. He then carefully opened his eyes, looking into Billy’s bright ones. He smiled faintly as he realized he was safe. And so was Billy.