'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- breaking with every breath -

His body was tense, hunched over, the villain gently rubbed his head. He noticed that blood was mixed in with the vomit, that and some familiar blue bits. The villain moved to Oxzy's back, taking water in his hands, he turned back to Oxzy's front.

The villain washed away the bloody vomit. The hero wiped his face off, shaking slightly when the warm water hit his body.

"Aghh...!" His body stung when the water ran over his wounds. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for Pierce to move away.

He did so when all the vomit was washed away, he closed the tub to let the bathtub fill up. When he finished, he didn't leave yet. He wanted to help Oxzy wash off his body, clean away all of the blood from his weak body.

But the hero made it clear that he wanted to be left alone. He tried moving away from Pierce, refusing to even give him a glance. The villain understood it, he forced the man to throw up all the water he forced him to take in. Even after all this, Oxzy had to drink more water.

The villain still had his hand in his hair, he watched the hero breath with shallow breaths. He couldn't look away. The man was in his hold, he could do so much more...

Pierce looked away, removing his hand from Oxzy before standing up.

The hero didn't move to watch him. Pierce turned to the door, "take as long as you want. I'll bring you some clothes to change into."

With that, he left the bathroom.

Oxzy was left alone in the villain's bathroom. He still felt the hot boil of vomit in his throat. It felt horrible. The water was rising around his body. When it made contact with his bruised skin he hissed at the sensations.

He wanted to stand up and avoid it, but his legs felt limp. So he stayed in a curled position in the tub. The water pooled up, it covered his bruised legs as it rised around his stomach.

"Mgh.." The hero opened his eyes, the pain was slowly dulling. It was a mixture of discomfort and a warm blanket.

The water was becoming a tint of red, with blood coming off from the hero's wounds that was becoming with the water. More blood, and dirt made the water turn a slight brown color. It looked gross, it made the hero want to throw up again.

Even if he wanted to, there was nothing to throw up.

With each move, he cried at the pain. Moving his hands up from the water, he washed off the dirt. When the water ran along the bites, searing pain ran in his bones. There was a swollen purple mark, it looked irritated and red. The hero squirmed when looking at them, if the men wanted to, they could have tore his flesh off his bones.

The bite was that deep. It was painful to wash, but Oxzy pushed through it with teary eyes. He finished with that, turning around to turn the water off as he cried out.

"Agh!" His body stopped its movements, his entrance was screaming in pain. The hero closed his eyes to block the tears. Still they came all out, soaking his face with hot water that fell to the pool of brown water.

The hero took a few seconds before hesitantly opening his legs. Still crying, Oxzy began to wash away all the blood and white liquid that was inside him.

He cried over and over again. Remembering what he had endured each time he touched that part. His mind was betraying him. Why is he thinking about that? It's making him feel worse.

With his eyes shut tightly, Oxzy powered through and wiped away everything. The water was more of a red now, the hero weeped quietly, leaning on the damp wall beside him in pain.

It wasn't just the pain. The memories.

They haunted him. How will he ever heal from this? He will forever remember when looking down there, the men's faces will come to mind. He didn't want to live like that...

The door opened, Oxzy looked to the door. Pierce came in, setting down a pile of clothing he faced Oxzy. The tears fell from his face, hot breaths escaping his shaking lips.

Pierce sucked in a breath, turning around without a word and closing the door behind him.

The hero watched the door. The villain had a red face, eyes looking to restrain themselves. To keep his eyes away from the hero's.

An idea came to Oxzy's head. His breathing stopped for a moment, the idea was horrible. Never in his life did he think about the villain and him in such a way.

Would he really go far as to have sex with Pierce?

The villain, would he even agree? Would he do it out of pity after knowing why Oxzy wanted to do it. Would he do it just because he wanted to, would he be as aggressive as the other men.

There were too many "woulds".

The hero knew it was stupid. His body was already badly bruised and beaten, having sex would just ruin him more. But he didn't want to think about what they did to him anymore. It tore at his brain, his heart was slowly breaking with each move he made.

The hero wanted to do it. It was a bad idea, it wouldn't fully heal his wounds. He will still remember that moment for the rest of his life, but maybe it will make it less painful.

Would Pierce even make him feel that way?

Oxzy already made up his mind. But deep down, he knew it was a bad idea.

The villain stood outside the door. His body was hot, his mind foggy with all the disgusting thoughts he had. Seeing the hero like that made him aroused. The villain was a horrible person, even though this felt a bit far.

The hero was crying out in pain, he was crying with a hot red face. Still, the villain felt good seeing him like that.

Guess he wasn't any better then those men who put him in that state. That much was obvious, Pierce was a horrible person in general. But thinking about Oxzy like that made him more angry at himself.

He wasn't gonna do anything. Oxzy needed to heal. Pierce would control himself, let the man rest as long as he needed without touching him.

He can restrain himself. He can be different from those who hurt him, who violated him without consent, leaving his body broken.

Pierce walked forward to his bed, he sat down with his head in his hand. Blocking out the thoughts he turned to his phone. It was dead, even when on the charger, it still was shut off.

"Fuckkkk.." The villain fell on the bed in frustration. He was left alone with his thoughts and the sound of Oxzy crying in his bathroom across the small hall.

A/N:
Oxzy cannot catch a break ;(