Extorted and Expecting

Appalling Arrival

Warning: Small amount forced contact, light verbal/physical abuse. And basically just a manipulative d-bag Mark to be completely honest.

The drive to Mark’s wasn’t long, as his house wasn’t far from the couple’s, but every second that passed only intensified Ethan’s nerves, making his stomach do an unpleasant swishing thing and his heart beat faster and seemingly louder until that was all he could pay attention to, and the way his skin crawled as they drove closer to the house of horrors had Ethan wanting to just beg Tyler to stop and take him home, not ever letting him anywhere near Mark again. But his face remained impassive as he looked out the window, appearing to be deep in thought, and as always, the elder didn’t suspect a thing.

Sometimes he hated how clueless his boyfriend really was to the situation, the sincerity in his eyes as he told him how he would protect him and never let harm come his way, it made him mad and sometimes it took everything he had not to call him a liar; but Tyler was too nice of a guy to think anything was going on, he had known Mark for so long and it left him blinded to some of his questionable actions, he never made assumptions about things as severe as this was, and it left him in the dark. Maybe that silver tongue the Eurasian male had, or the way he acted oversexual towards all of his friends had thrown Tyler off, Ethan knew that his tormentor played his cards perfectly and knew just the string to pull to get what he wanted. It made him sick.

Of course, Tyler would never in a million years expect Mark to commit the atrocities he had, and especially not to his baby boy, but alas, people are not always what they seem. Mark was someone who actively spoke out against things relating to any kind of abuse, rape, you name it. He was probably one of the last people you’d expect to do such things, and it was absolutely unbelievable and disgusting to think that he could do them to his best friend’s beloved - his boyfriend, yet have the gall to actually face both of them after as if nothing was wrong.
It was disgusting.
That’s why when Mark opened the front door, grinning widely at the couple as if he wasn’t about to do something absolutely terrible to one of them, and practically betray the other in the process, was unnerving for Ethan, making him scoot slightly closer to Tyler.
“Hi guys! Come on in!” The Eurasian greeted invitingly, opening the door wider and stepping aside so they could walk in.

Tyler was always a gentleman when it came to basically anyone, stepping back so they could walk in first while he would shut the door; and that's just what he did this time, nodding towards Ethan with a big smile before he turned his attention back to Mark. When they were both inside and the door was shut he moved closer and opened his arms, bringing Mark into a friendly hug.
“Hey man, nice to see you.” They both pulled back so they could actually see one another, laughing and smiling as they chatted like the lifetime friends they were while Ethan stood off to the side, thankful that Mark was distracted at the moment. But when an excited retriever rounded the corner and spotted the younger man she ran full force at him, knocking him back with a loud thud. Both of the men turned to him, a new look coming to his once-idols eyes, they stepped closer, a bit of worry on Tyler's face when he saw that Ethan wasn't smiling, concerned that Chika had hurt him, but Mark got to him first with his hand outstretched to help him up; so the largest man instead grabbed the dogs pink collar.
“Here, I'll go put Chika in her playroom.”

Chica was probably the only reason Ethan could come remotely close to enjoying being at Mark’s house, and of course, when Amy was there because that provided some sort of comfort, but she was hardly around when Ethan was - alone, at that. Yet when they’d all hang out to make videos and such, she was there.
The force of Chica basically slamming into him had the younger boy falling to the ground with a thud, and it hadn’t hurt, per sé, just startled him. When he noticed Mark’s extended hand towards him, he stiffened slightly, hesitating before taking it so the Eurasian could help him up onto his feet, the other pulling his hand away from Mark, dropping it to his side and muttering a small thanks, hating that Tyler had left him there with his tormentor, even if it was just for a few moments. But Tyler was going to leave him there anyways, and for hours.