trigger warning: mentions of rape and slight ptsd, pretty detailed and please please please don't read if you think you'll be triggered

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luke slowly blinks his eyes open, painfully aware of the throbbing in his head. he groans softly, doing his best to push himself up from where he's draped over the armrest of a couch.

he cries out when he moves too much, falling back down and squeezing his eyes shut. he doesn't know where he is or how he got there, but everything hurts and he still kind of feels like he's asleep.

luke lies as still as he can, unsure of what to do as he can't really move. he then realizes he's completely naked, nothing covering him except a soft blanket. he slowly curls up, careful not to hurt himself even more. he closes his eyes again, hoping that when he wakes up he'll be back home next to michael.

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"...uke, baby." someone shakes his shoulder, "hey, sweetheart, what happened?"

luke recognizes michael's soothing voice and his eyes snap open. "i dunno," he sobs.

"shhh, alri-" michael cuts himself off, yanking back the blanket covering luke. "luke, what the fuck?"

"wha..." luke whines miserably, hugging himself and looking up at a very angry michael. his eyes well up with tears and his bottom lip juts out.

"fucking look at yourself, dipshit, what do you think i'm talking about?" michael snaps, standing up from where he was kneeling by luke's head.

luke sniffles and looks down, his breath hitching when he sees the various bruises and hickeys up his thighs and stomach. he panics, immediately bursting into tears.

"n-no, i don't know where-" he hiccups, another sob tearing from his trembling lips, "where those came from p-please!"

michael narrows his eyes, glaring wordlessly at luke for a few seconds before the realization hits him. luke doesn't remember any of this, and judging by his reaction, whatever it was happened without his consent. "oh, baby, oh my god. shhh, c'mere, i'm so sorry."

luke flinches away as soon as michael comes near him, and michael tears up, carefully pulling the blanket back up over him.

"it's okay, it's okay," he whispers, "can i pick you up? i'm gonna take you home, sweetheart."

luke sniffles, fear evident in his eyes as he nods.

"i'm not gonna hurt you, luke. i promise." michael murmurs, wrapping him up in the blanket and lifting him off of the couch.

"n-no, put me down!" luke cries, immediately starting to squirm in michael's arms.

"okay, angel, alright," michael quickly lays him back down.

"t-they-" luke shudders, curling into himself and sobbing harder. "it hurt so b-bad mi-ikey,"

michael doesn't know how to comfort him without touching him, "who's 'they', luke?"

"don'remember..." he wails.

luke giggles, the drink in his cup splashing around as he sets it on the table. everything's a blur until someone leads him to a couch away from most of the partying. his breathing picks up, he doesn't like that this isn't michael. or does he? no. no he doesn't. luke tries to push the boy off of him, but his hands keep missing his chest, his mind too clouded to think properly. he tears up and shakes his head, to which the boy snaps at him, "shut up, don't act like you don't want it."

but luke doesn't want it. he's sobbing by the time all his clothes are gone, weakly struggling under his strong hold. luke cries and squirms while the obviously older boy leaves rough, painful hickeys places all over him, forcing himself onto the blonde before he can blink.

"stop!" luke squeaks, but his voice is drowned out beneath the boy's grunting. "you're hurting me, please," he cries, protests growing weaker.

"that's it, be quiet and take it like a good little slut."

luke screams at that, he hates being called that, but he can't do anything about it this time. tears stream down his face as he suffers through multiple rounds, being used to the other boy's satisfaction.

"luke, hey, can you hear me, love?" michael asks softly, hesitantly resting a hand on his arm. luke seems frozen, trembling violently and eyes open but completely silent.

"m-michael..." luke whimpers, latching on to his boyfriend.

"it's okay," michael whispers, rubbing his back, "it's alright, beautiful. you're safe now. i'm right here, sweetheart, i'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

michael picks up the blanket and wraps it around luke's shoulders with one hand, holding him with the other. he shifts luke onto his hip so he can look for luke's stuff.

"do you remember putting your phone anywhere, baby?" he asks gently, and luke shakes his head, his grip on the older boy's shirt tightening.

"p-please can we just leave?"

michael nods, turning his head and kissing luke's nose before heading towards the door. he spots luke's phone on a table, recognizing it by the dorky sticker on the back of the case. he grabs it and shoves it in his pocket, managing to find luke's shoes on the same table. michael has no idea why his shoes were on a table, but he figures in a party of that size where everyone was drunk, nearly anything could've happened.

he carries luke out the door, helping him lay down in the backseat of his car. michael knows it probably isn't safe, but the windows are tinted and there's less of a chance that someone will see him.

"no..." luke sniffles and reaches for michael when he leans away to close the door.

"i need to drive, love." michael rubs his arm.

"but i don'want you to let go..."

"i know, baby, i know. i'll hold you forever when we get home, yeah?" michael sighs and tucks the blanket under luke's trembling body.

"you can hold my hand once i sit down, okay?" he offers, and luke nods.

michael carefully shuts the door and sits down in the drivers seat, reaching behind the seat and feeling luke grab his hand.

"is this alright, sweetheart?" michael starts the car and looks back at luke, who gives a small nod.

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michael carefully sits luke on the bathroom counter, shutting the door.

"is it alright if we get you washed up, luke?" he asks softly, tucking his hair behind his ear.

luke nods slowly, leaning into michael and tucking his head into his neck.

"we're going to find out who did this, love, and they're going to be taken care of," michael whispers, "i promise."

"thank you."

"don't thank me. you're my everything, angel, and nobody's getting to you again without making it past me."