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Curls fell into Bruno’s face as he rushed through the front door. They covered his vision slightly as tumbled into casitas foyer, there was already people milling about. They were all prepping for the party tonight, there was no special occasion, it was mostly an excuse to mingle and gossip. Bruno wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, the loud noises and boisterous laughing set of a fight or flight response inside him. But he was expected to act adult and join in with the festivities. He was 18 after all and needed to behave appropriately…
The party got on quickly and people were openly becoming intoxicated around the young Seer. He himself had a drink in hand but wasn’t nearly intoxicated like the rest. He felt maybe a light buzz? Either way he stayed to the back walls and sipped his drink quietly. Watching the others around him laugh and become increasingly more physical with one another.
He couldn’t see any of his family at the moment, only friends of his sisters and mother. Older towns folk, and a few faces he didn’t really recognize appeared in the crowd as well. He was still scanning when his eyes fell on a familiar face, a man about 5 years older than him named Julio Diaz. The man sauntered through the mix of people, eyes locked on Bruno the whole time.
“Hola! Lovely party mi amigo!” He was much taller than Bruno, standing at nearly 6’ his wide shoulders loomed over the young man. Julio leaned against the wall beside him, alcohol lingering on his words in a mild slur. “Speaking of lovely, you’re looking very pretty tonight…” Bruno stiffened under the older man’s gaze, but couldn’t help but love the attention. He wasn’t… good at talking to people, and any attention he received was often clung to, desperately.
“Oh, gra-gracias senior” he blushed “it seems to be enjoyable, everyone seems to be having a good time.”
“Not you?” The question was blunt, but he appreciated it.
“Yes and no, but the familia likes the parties yknow?” He shrugged, hoping that was a good enough answer for the man.
“Here” he poured liquid from a flask into Bruno’s drink and smiled, “I bet I can help change your night.” He leaned forward and grabbed Bruno by the waist, “let’s just have fun, together.”
The young prophet had honestly never been this close to a man before. Had never gotten this kind of attention… he knew he liked guys, to an extent. The feeling of longing for a loving smile or a laugh always came from thoughts of the other boys around him. It was a different feeling from the love his family gave him, felt more personal. He knew deep down though he was broken, because as much as he longed for the affection of another, he really didn’t want… the rest.
Sexual topics always seemed so odd to him. He was seen as prude or even “childish” by those around him as they all grew into their sexuality, leaving the young seer behind. He had told his Mama earlier this year that he was worried about her trying to set him up with a woman… he explained how he noticed men more than women. Tentatively going on to tell her that he… didn’t think he would ever find anyone sexually attractive though. He didn’t know what he was expecting from the confession, deep down he maybe hoped for her to tell him that was okay. That he wasn’t broken. But his mother simply sighed and smiled softly.
“It’s always something with you isn’t it?” Another sigh.
“One day you will find a woman that you love and you’ll want to do…those things with her mijo, trust me.” Her sad smile held steady as she spoke. She wasn’t going to change her mind on this, he could tell.
“Si mama…” the youth looked away, before snapping his head back towards his mother with a false smile, “one day…”
‘Maybe she was right?’
Bruno’s attention was brought back to reality when the older man pushed his drink to his lips. Forcing him to take a gulp. He sputtered and swallowed the burning liquid.
“Good boy! Let’s keep going, eh?” He poured more into the cup and forcibly brought the drink up again, his smile distracting Bruno, making the 18year old gulp unthinkingly. He hardly ever drank and was already feeling the straight liquor effecting him. But he was having fun right? This was fun…
The pattern of Julio filling Bruno’s cup and reminding-forcing- the boy to drink continued for over an hour until the Seer found himself in Julio’s lap. Off on the back of the house, with few people lingering around, Julio had pulled him onto his lap and began rubbing his hands up and down the boys back. Bruno could barely remember being pulled outside, let alone getting onto Julio!
“Shi- I should, sorry I-I don’t..” slurring heavily, he shifted and almost fell off the man. Julio caught him and pulled him closer, slamming their lips together harshly. It was very wet and VERY drunk, but it was Bruno’s first kiss! He had never done this before, a small part of him cursed himself for being so drunk for this.
He sort of just sat still while Julio took what he wanted, drunkenly wondering if this is what it was normally like?
Just as he was about to pull away and say stop, Alma turned the corner and saw the pair. Fully expecting her to scream and pull them apart, she did the exact opposite and smirked. She had an odd look in her eyes, like she did when she knew she won an argument.
“Brunito!” She practically purred “looks like someone is ha-aving fun.” Wow she was really drunk… he had never seen his mother like this before. “Don’t let me stop y-you!” She closed her eyes, comically covering them with one hand and turned around, leaving the two alone again.
What?!
Did that really just happen? He couldn’t think straight. He needed some water and to sleep for 24 hours. Julio pulled him up suddenly and put the flask directly to Bruno’s mouth, dumping the contents into the seers throat before chugging the rest down himself. At this point Julio could barely stand and Bruno was a limp form in his arms.
Blinking, suddenly Bruno was in Casitas bathroom, up on the countertop with his pants around his ankles. Julio was slowly pulling down his underwear, looking at him in the dim light from the party out in the foyer. He could hear loud laughter and people talking. Julio’s eyes looked faded and unfocused, but his smile remained wicked as he panted out.
“Mi amor, goin t’ make y’ feel sooo pretty..”
“Stop..”
Julio continued exposing Bruno.
“ple-please stop”
Julio’s mouth was on him before his could shove him away. Holding his arms at Bruno’s sides, all the seer could do was squirm and mumble “stop, please stop” over and over on deaf ears. He was SO worried about his familia hearing this, so he stayed quiet and let the older man abuse him down there. He Despised the feeling of it, but stayed silent none the less…
When he was done, Julio pulled away, misinterpreting the drunken slobber on his face for Bruno’s excitement, he grinned drunkenly and threw the boy over his shoulders. He was rewarded with a small squeak of embarrassment as the seers bare ass was presented to the sky. The next thing Bruno knew, he was being tossed onto his back onto his own bed.
His pants still around his ankles, fully exposed, he tried to cover himself with his blankets. Julio was surprisingly quick to pull them off and climb on top of him. Pulling the boy into a harsh, sloppy kiss, he started to unbelt his pants.
Bruno’s drunk mind might not have been able to will him to move, but it knew exactly what was happening. He began to shake harder as the man lined himself up.
“Shou-ld you n-not prep me f-first..?”
“Don’t need it.” Was the only response he was given before feeling the older man cock press into him. No protection or lube -It felt awful. Like hot metal stretching him out, he could tell the drunken assailant wasn’t even hard, physically too drunk, so it made the process even slower. Bruno simply sobbed and covered his eyes, terrified beyond belief.
A knock at the door.
“Bruno?” His mama! She would help him!
“Bruno, I kno’ whats happening a-and I hope you’re being safe!” She sounded like she was smiling. He heard a small chuckle before there was only silence. Julio just laughed softly, like she had just told a joke that only he understood.
“Even she wants this Bruno, how could you not want sex? Don’t worry, I’ll fix you.” The prophets mind vaguely let him wonder how Julio knew that but it was so hard to think.
He doesn’t know if he blacked out or if it really only lasted a couple minutes, but Julio pulled out dryly and slid off him. The 18 year old was still so drunk he could barely make out images further than a couple feet from him, so his abuser looked blurry and misshapen as he did up his pants and stumbled out of the room. Not saying a word.
Somehow, Bruno fell asleep.
••••••
The next morning, Bruno was awoken by a large body throwing themselves into bed with him. He shifted around to see Julio’s bright smile in his face. Bringing his legs up Bruno harshly kicked the older man in the stomach, sending him onto his ass.
“What the fuck??” Julio yelled, but Bruno wasn’t listening and rolled over, covering his head with his blanket. “Whatever,” and then he was alone again. Alone to remember what happened. He laid there for over an hour, thoughts sluggishly torturing his hung over mind as he silently cried. God he needed a shower so badly.
Standing quickly, Bruno threw on pants and an oversized ruana before leaving the room. Looking around for evidence of his family …or Julio.
He managed to make it to the bathroom before he was struck in place by the memory of what happened in there. His breath climbed until he was fully hyperventilating. But he needed to clean himself so badly…
He could honestly say it was the worst shower of his life. He saw the hand prints on his body, the bite marks. One was centred on his right nipple, top and bottom possessing open wounds from teeth eager to claim. He shuddered again and stepped out of the shower, careful to not look at himself.
Finally feeling “clean” or at least less covered in filth, he made his way to the kitchen, eager to snag a treat to heal his marked body. He noticed his mother sipping coffee at the table, and quietly slipped into the room, hoping-begging that she wouldn’t speak to him.
“I heard someone got laid last niiight” came a sing-song voice.
Pepa was also in the room.
“P-Pepa please don’t..” he choked out, horrified that she knew. His mother turned around slowly, facing him with an unreadable expression.
“Mama, I’m sorry -I, I didn’t-“ she held her hand up, and smiled.
“I know Brunito, and I’m happy it worked out.”
“Worked out..?” He asked, clearly confused.
“Yes mi Vida, I knew Julio is also… different and likes men, so I encouraged him to… well to show you how nice it can be..” she looked pleased with herself on multiple levels.
Her son could only stare, mouth open slightly as he took in what she was saying…
“Mama… he raped me..” was all he could whisper. Unable to look at his mother, before remembering his sister was in the room and his hands flew to his mouth. Eyes wide at the open confession. His mothers smile dropped at his words and she stared silently.
Pepa ran across the room and held him tightly. She was crying and yelling things but he couldn’t understand any of it. Only staring at the ground, feeling his mothers eyes bore into him.
•••••
He would later talk to her about it, a few years later. They were painting the nursery together, getting ready for his first sobrina. His mother only paused and awkwardly commented.
“Maybe you just didn’t say no properly?”
Bruno didn’t bring it up with his mother again, the “incident” very quickly became buried under the weight of daily family life.
“We don’t talk about Bruno’s ‘incident’” quietly fitting into place.
So he buried it too, deep inside him. Not realizing he felt so unsafe, so in danger all the time, until he retreated to the walls. He stopped looking over his shoulder eventually, the nightmares never fully went away, but when he awoke in his tiny back room. He could ground himself, knowing he was hidden.
He couldn’t find him here.