Arthur closed his eyes as he felt the sudden urge to vomit rise up in his stomach. He wanted to forget about everything, he wanted to just be home again and be in camp with thoes idiots he missed so much. But he couldn't,  for God sakes he couldn't, not in this state.

He was almost naked and cold, his body shivering, and he himself missed everything that happened, he really didn't know. Or, more likely, didn't want to know.

He was walking around the swamps looking around, till he saw a suspicious man walk out of his cabin. He asked him to come in, and for some reason, Arthur did. It was so strange that he couldn't imagine it being something bad. He watched the man closely, but he clearly didn't do it well enough as the next thing he remembered was the man calling him his 'pet' and then... and then...

He remembered all of it. He remembered the hands on his body, the hands on his lower part, he knew they stretched him out and then...

There was nothing to deny, he felt how his body burned in his lower parts even tho its been two days since the incident since he was so weak after all of that, he couldn't go back to their little weird swamp camp in one night. He wasn't far away, he knew, but he was so weak and... and ashamed of all the things taht happened, he cuuslnt believe it was really... really this... taht it was real, taht he didn't just imagine it happening. Taht he let it happen. He was stupid for taht, he ciudm have shot them in time, or killed them all together but instead he let a fat and ugly man call him his 'pet' and fuck him like some kind of hoe.

He hated it, he hated it all, but most of all now, he hated himself. His legs shook as he rode on his elite Arabian mare who seemed to walk slower the  usually and more cerful, as if she knew her owner was in excruciating pain. It was beginning to be dark, soon the sun set and Arthur ones again was met with darkness. He really needed to get somewhere warm and change his clothes. He needed a shirt. His mind went dark for a moment and spinned uncontrollably, and for a second time this hour, he though he was gonna fall off the horse.

-Fucking hell - he cried quietly to himself feeling tears fill his eyes as he slowly fell of the mare in controllable way. He couldn't ride anymore, his legs gave out, he couldn't even stand. He could feel the other man's seed swimming in his belly and that thought alone made him want to cry even more. He couldn't bring himslef to loosen up or get to scraping it out of himself. It hurt enough as it was not. - Shit... I can't... - he cried quietly in his own space. There was no point in staying here nor having anywhere else. He deffinitly couldn't walk into camp like this, he was sure Micah would make fun of him, or even do all of the things taht happened to Arthur again. Dutch would look at him dissapointed and Hosea would look with saddnes, which would make him feel even worse. The woman would be scared, after all, what could happen to them if Arthur got so worked up? And Johnny? Johnny would try to help, but he was a kid, he had Jack on his head, and that was enough. He didn't need another man to take care of, even if he would due to their relationship. He would help his brother no matter what.

As for the utgers he expected them to be disgusted, after all, how could he let this all happen to him? The man who is supposed to be the example for everyone? Pathetic. There was knew man, who could help him...

They talked a lot these days, he could not go though a day without their talks, and he usually joined him while he did chores or went on his watch. The dark skined man was always by his side, even thoes unlucky two days ago he wanted to go with him, but he shooshed him away with a smile saying he's got it...

Well, he didn't got it, and now he was crying on a cold earth. He wanted to be hugged, and cared for. He just wanted to-

-Arthur?! - He suddenly heard next to him, he stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at his hands on the grass beneath him. - Art, oh my God... what are you doing here, what happened? - was he dreaming, or was it really him? Or is he just imagining all of this? - Arthur? - Charles put his hand on the other man's shoulder and slowly forsed him to look him in the eyes. A soft light of a lataren shone on his face, and the tears were even more visible then ever.

-Charles? - Arthur asked with a shivering voice, his hend shook on the ground as he felt a shiver go through his body. He needed to do something  anything, he needed anything, and everything. He just wanted something.

-Oh God, Arthur what in the world happened, why are you here, and where is your shi- - that's probably when Charles finally saw it. Was it so bad or even worse then Arthur thought? The red marks were splattered all around his body, his chest his tighs, his arms, his neck. His lips were still a little puffy, the crying didn't help them one bit. His green eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, and saddness. He wanted to die right here, right now. To buried himself and never emerge from his grave ever again. - Oh my God... - was all Charles said before he lifted Arthur up form the gound, call his horse and put him on his white mare. - It's alright, shit... I knew something was wrong, I just... - he whispered as he sat beside Arthur in the saddle and pushed the man into his chest.

- Charles, I can't, I can't ride, I- I - he couldn't say what he wanted, words stuck in his trout as he put his hand on Charles's chest and grabbed his shirt in his fist. - Charles, I- - he really wanted to say something  but as they suddenly started riding he felt the pain radiate in his body.

-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Arthur... but we needed to get you a place to rest. It's just down this road, a minute or two, I promise... - The dark skinned man grabbed him by the waist and hugged him to his body trying to worm him up. - Were almost there, look - the other man was right. It did take them just a minute or so before he stopped the mare and jumped off the horse. - Let's go - the man got him off the saddle and not letting him even stand for long swept him off his feet. - I've got you now.

Arthur let out another sob as he felt pain radiate through his lower half, the cold liquid squelched in his abdomen, and he whined in pain.

-Charles, I need to get it out - he whined, clenching his stomach and looking up at the man who carried him inside the little hut. A moment later, he was set on a bed that surprisingly felt soft. It was pretty big and filled with pillows. - Charles... oh fucking god, I- I can't, it Hurst sn badly, I need to get it out! - he whined again looking at the man with a pleading expression, his voice horsea and rough from crying for God knows how long.

- I will... I will get it out Arthur, don't worry about it, okay? I've got you now... - Charles sat next to him, and reached for something next tk the bed. It was a candle, which he lit with a switch motion, and set it on the table near by. - So you'll see everything - he whispered, and his face lit up with a sour smile.

It took Arthur a moment to adjust as he looked around. It was a pleasantly looking hut, cosy, he could say. A fireplace near them filled with wood, a desk filled with paper and pens. There was no dust around, it looked clean, not lived in, but clean. As if someone cleaned here recently. He calmed down a little and now he felt really cold again. He wanted to reach put for Charles, but the other man got up from the bed before he could do anything.

- It should warm up in here in a but - he spoke softly, before going up to the fire place and lighting a fire. Arthur watched his movements slowly, and he himself did some himself. He knew what he needed to do, himself, or with help from someone. His hands were shaking as he slowly pushed his pants down. He let out a soft sob when he noticed what he had left on his underwear. A stain of blood and sperm mixed together in a disgusting mix.

-Oh God... why- what the fuck... - he whispered into the worming air as he threw the piece of clothing away from himself. He really didn't need anything right now more than a hug. Nor did he want something more now.

Charles said not a word, keeping everything to himslef. Only once he was next to the bed again, he slowly sat next to Arthur and embraced him in his arms. That broke Arthurs' restrains all together. A sudden sadness and a feeling of defeat filled him to the brim overselling as his tears. He sobbed into Charls chest as the other man tried to calm him down, rubbing his bruised back. He spoke soft nothings to the man until he calmed down a bit. He still shook with emotions, but at least he was warm thanks to the fire. He shivered in the arms of his friend and trusted man, and pushed his nose into his neck, trying to drown in his smell.

-Charls, I need to getvit out of me. I will vomit if I don't this instant, but I don't- I can't-

He had no idea what he wanted to say, but the dark skinned man seemed to understand without any explanation when he slowly let his hand brush his body before pushing him onto the bed. He said nothing as he looked Arthur into his eyes. He was tired, so tired, he felt dirty. He just wanted this to be over, and he knew that Chatles would do kothjng wrong to him. He was safe with him. There was no harm comming his way.

Charles slowly let his hands wonder into Arthurs privet parts, massaging his tighs and abdomen, leaving his penis untouched before going down a little bit and touching the hole he needed to stretch. Arthur flinched at the touch, but he didn't run, nor did he ask Charles to stop.

-It's okay... I've got you, I've got you now Arthur. I'm not going to hurt you - Charles spoke sweet nothings to the man as he slowly inserted the first finger. - It's okay. I've got you now. - Arthur whimpered at the unpleasant sensation, and the only reason why he didn't attack or bolt away was the fact that, it was Charles. He was here to help him, and he knew that. He could see that.

Chatles moved slowly, with a certain thought in his movment, not fast or sudden like some would expect. His callused fingers brushed his skin as he inserted a second finger. Arthur didn't realize when he stopped shaking form fear and pain, but shaking from a sudden pleasant sensation. He arched his back and whined into the warm air.

-Oh, fucking God! - he exhaled as he felt like his breath was stolen from him. His heart was pounding, his mind told him to run, but the weird sensation of pressure building up in his stomach and his hard erection told him to stay in his place, where Charles put him. - Charles~ - he whined and trew his head back.

-Shhh~ I've got you, it almost over - Arthur suddenly realized the reason he was even in this situation. He could feel the warm liquid being pured out of him as the other man worked his fingers into him. He felt disgusted with himself, he wished it wasn't like that  he wished Charlses fingers were cover in thet fucking Sonny's cum that was pouring out of him leaving him feeling pleasantly empty. He loved the freeing feeling, and he loved the fingers in him.

-Charles~ damn it! - he whined as his chest was heaving violently up and down. - Charles, wait, I'm - - it was blinding, the sudden reliese.l that washed over him made him light headed. His eyes closed by themselves and he saw starts. He really needed this he thought to himslef.

-Good boy - Chatles chirped above him as he slipped into the blissful oblivion. - Good job Arthur, you did so well...

The last he registered was that Charles slowly cleaned him up with something still calling him pretty and soft names. Something in him purred as he realized, he was once again clean and safe.

With Charles next to him, no harm would come his way.

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Idk what this is, but here you go my bears. Hope you like it hahA