Fan Fiction ❯ The Break In ❯ One-Shot

The Break In

By: Traci Miller

Warning: Explicit sex, non-consensual sex (rape)

Dedication: This story is dedicated to my friend Lady Lye. A role-play of ours some time ago gave me the idea for this story.

Sly sighed softly to himself as he walked over to his couch, and switched on the television. He was bored and there was nothing to do. He didn't have a date and it was Friday night. How lame is that??

He ran a hand through his black short hair and sat down on the couch, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Hey, nobody was here; he might as well be comfortable in his own apartment.

As he watched an old episode of I Love Lucy he felt his eyes getting tired. He intended only to rest them, but he ended up falling asleep.

Unbeknownst to Sly, there was someone slowly and carefully lifting up one of the bedroom windows. The apartment was a ground floor apartment so it wasn't hard to get to the window. The person was wearing black gloves and his shoulder blade length violet hair was tied back in a ponytail, in hopes of keeping hairs from coming loose and being found later.

He climbed through the window easily and silently. His feet hit the floor without a sound and he silently walked through the apartment, taking a few small things that looked of value when he heard a snore from the front room. He smirked and went into the room to see who was in there.

There was Sly, asleep on the couch with an old rerun on the TV.

The man grinned. He remembered Sly from when they were children. He doubted Sly would remember him, though. He always wanted to get back at Sly for acting like a jerk to him when they were in school. It was time to get his payback.

He went over to Sly and took hold of him by the waist, turning him over roughly, getting hold of his arms and holding them by the wrists together in one hand. He was a strong man, yet he didn't look overly muscled. He hurriedly removed Sly's boxers, then unzipped his own pants, and slid his hand into his pants, freeing his cock.

"What the hell's going on??" Sly cried out, struggling and trying to break free, but the iron grip that the man had on his wrists wouldn't allow it.

"Remember me, Sylvester?" The man asked.

"No! Let go, what are you trying to pull??" Sly cried out, struggling more, but to no avail.

"I didn't think you would." The man said, straddling Sly's legs and getting his cock into position, thrusting into Sly as hard as he could.

Sly cried out in pain and arched his back inward as he tried to get away from the source of the pain.

"I don't think so." The man said, melding his body against Sly's to try to keep him better in place and continued thrusting as hard and fast as he could into Sly.

"Stop!" Sly whimpered, trying to squirm away but it didn't work.

"I don't…think so…" The guy said, giving a soft grunt of pleasure.

It didn't really last long, but to Sly it lasted forever. He felt violated and dirty and like he'd never get clean again. He just wished this guy would kill him after it was over, put him out of his misery, but for some reason he had the impression that wasn't going to happen.

When the man was through, when he'd finally cum inside of Sly, he let go of him, pulling out of him and getting off of him. He smiled as he saw Sly lay there, shaking, with his boxers around his ankles and tears running down his cheeks. It wasn't a sympathetic smile or a charming smile, it was a satisfied smile.

"Good night, Sylvester." The man said, and used that moment to knock Sly out. He took out a pocketknife, and cut off a lock of Sly's hair and wrapped it in a small scrap of cloth and pocketed it. With that done he left the apartment.

Fin