Loving Abuse (boyxboy)

Chapter Fourteen-

Christian carefully carried Ivy into his house, where the boy's protective parents slept peacefully, not knowing that their only child was in a state of pain. "Chris..." The small boy whimpered slightly when the Hispanic male stumbled while walking down the stairs to get to his room. "Shh, preciosa, it's okay. Almost there." He whispered quietly, nudging his boyfriend's bedroom door open with his foot. Gently lying Ivy on his bed, Christian mumbled, "And done."

Flashing Ivy a small smile, Christian ran a hand through his dark blonde hair and looked down the abused body. Pain shot through him at the sight of the dried blood that decorated his face and hands. "I'm so sorry, baby." He said pitifully, tears gathering in his eyes. The pain he'd caused his boyfriend was awful, and it was all because the boy wouldnn't kiss him back.

With a sigh, Christian pecked Ivy's cheek then said, "Next time, just do what I say, okay baby?"

The bruised boy nodded quickly and held back tears- he felt stupid. Ivy didn't understand why he didn't just listen to Christian, all the Hispanic male had done was love him. And Ivy, of course just screwed it up. S-sorry Chris."

"It's okay, preciosa. I'm gonna get you cleaned up then you can sleep, okay?" Ivy answered with a nod and watched Christian leave to get a first aid kit and such.

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An hour later and Ivy was curled into Christian's side on his bed. There was a comfortable silence surrounding the two as the abusive partner ran a hand through his boyfriend's hair as he looked over the work he done. A large bandage was lying over Ivy's left cheek, which had been scraped by the ground and all the blood was gone. On the boy's bare stomach, because he was shirtless, Christian could see the wrap he had put around the whole of his ribs, keeping them all in place because of how hard he'd kicked them. It sent a jolt down the male's spine to see all the bruises he'd caused, every little mark a dagger through his heart.

"I love you Chris." Ivy's weak voice whispered. He was tired and could feel his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay awake. "I love you too Ivy, now, get some sleep. It's late." Christian said, and that's all it took to for the small boy to fall asleep in his lover's arms.

Christian stayed awake though, he held Ivy as he slept and pulled the blue blankets over the boy's shivering body. He looked around the spacious room but stopped when his eyes caught on a picture they had taken last year at the Fall Fest that their town had every year. Both of them were smiling and thelights from the rides reflected in their love filled eyes. Ivy's hair had been shorter and Christian had been less muscly. The photo had been taken a week before the Hispanic male had hit his boyfriend for the first time.

Brown eyes flicking from the picture to Ivy's abused form, Christian couldn't help but let tears fill his eyes. Every God damned time he thought about their situation, he couldn't help but feel a sort of depression fill him. That night, Christian cried himself to sleep as he held Ivy tightly against him.

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