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The Things We Do For Fame {Altheras/Hatchet}

Luke's eyes widened at John's tone, the way he'd swiftly closed and locked the door. He instinctively knew that today was the day. He'd rejected his advances for as long as his manager would allow it, and now he was even threatening to throw Albany out of the band.

Luke took a step back. "No... please..." Then rough hands were on him, turning him around and shoving him down hard, bending him over the desk and using his superior strength to hold him down. His hand clamped over the singer's mouth, all Luke could do was let out a muffled cry as his manager slid his hands down his pants. He tried to struggle, putting all of his strength into pushing away from the desk, but he didn't move an inch. He was completely overpowered and helpless.
 
"In reality you want it. If you want to be anything more than just some punk on the street you're going to submit." John growled unbuckling his own belt as he roughly groped Luke. His touches, his advances were not like Albany's though rough, the drummer made sure to have a sensual side to his harsh advances and then there was John, with no other emotion tied but lust.

Stroking Luke's cock roughly he made sure to keep the singer as quiet as fully possible. He ground his hips and groin against the singer's ass with a low groan.

Albany crossed the halls as he looked around and paused at the manager's door. Frowning he tried the nob, and when it was locked Albany's blood ran cold. John never locked the door, and considering Luke was there...Pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place.

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As Luke continued to struggle, He wrapped his other hand around his neck releasing the singer's cock and wrapped his fingers around his neck as the singer continued to struggle, intent on having him suffocate at least to unconsciousness before the real fun was to happen.

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Albany slammed his shoulder against the door several times as the minutes ticked by. He didn't want to call attention by screaming out.
 
Luke whimpered as his manager told him he wanted it when he knew damn well he didn't. He was in love with Albany and he would never betray him willingly. He tried to pull away, John's rough hand forcefully stroking his limp cock, managing to make him hard against his will, his moans of protest getting louder behind the rough hand that muffled his cries.

His struggles finally brought retaliation from his manager, the hand on his cock letting go to take hold of his throat, fingers digging hard into the pale flesh until his air and his voice were completely cut off. He felt his manager's thick cock grinding against his ass, the head starting to probe at his dry entrance, fingers tightening further still on his throat, the other hand clamped firmly over his mouth and nose. He couldn't get a single breath and he was starting to panic, his vision starting to go dark as he thought he heard something slamming into the door, but he couldn't be sure, his heart was pounding too hard in his ears, and he was terrified.
 
Hinges on the door finally broke loose as the door swung open and hung from the remaining support as Albany stood in the doorway, his chest heaving as he took in the sight in front of him.

John turned, his cock still trapped within his unbuttoned pants, a panicked look on his face while he held what looked to be Luke beginning to black out.

The drummer saw red, clenching his fists hard enough his knuckles popped as he moved towards the other two men in long strides, slamming his forearm hard against John's face as the manager was thrown off to the side. Luke was caught by his lover's other arm, pulling him to his feet and allowing the smaller man to lean against him for support as Albany grabbed a large stapler off his manager's desk.

"One move and I swear I will shove this down your throat you fucking whoremonger." Albany snarled to the manager as John shifted on the ground a couple teeth knocked out.
 
Luke was so close to passing out when the door finally gave, John's grip on his throat loosened, then vanished entirely as Albany knocked him off of the singer. Luke gasped for air, his whole body trembling as the light came back to his eyes.

He was shaking when Albany grabbed him and pulled him to his feet and he had to lean against him to keep from collapsing, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him. He clung to Albany's shirt with both fists, burying his face against his strong shoulder and starting to sob. Even though John hadn't gotten to actually rape him yet, the fear was still there. He had come so close. Now he was just terrified of what Albany was going to do, and he hoped they would all come out of this alive and not in jail.
 
"Let's go." Albany said not taking his eyes off their soon to be former manager. "You're pressing charges whether you like it or not." He growled to Luke before helped the younger man out of the room and slammed the door shut.

After they crossed the hall, Albany let him go once he was sure the singer was stable enough to walk on his own. Luke could see it in his face, he was angry at the both of them but at Luke for not telling him, assuming the manager had been doing this for a while...but just to make sure...

"How long. How long was this going on, Luke?" He said gritting his teeth as he walked with him out to the parking lot, needing some air.
 
Luke was honestly amazed that Albany hadn't killed John right then and there. He kept his mouth shut as he walked outside with the drummer, just breathing deeply, his whole body still shaking from what had just nearly happened to him.

"Uh... not long I guess... since the day you got mad at me... he put his hands on me. I... thought when I blew him off he got the message and I was scared that if I told you, you'd end up in jail... I thought I could handle it you know?" He paced, still trembling with nerves and breathing hard. He had to lean forward and put his hands on his thighs, just trying to focus on his breathing for a moment.

"Today is the first time he didn't take no for an answer though... I think he was going to..." He trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.
 
Albany listened in silence as he walked with him, his car turning on with auto-start before he opened the door glancing over at him.

"You're an idiot." Albany said coldly at him, his jaw set. "You should have told me immediately. Handling shit like that is more my thing, not yours." They both knew Luke was...Less equipt to handling such situations and Albany wasn't afraid to dirty his hands a bit. "I can take care of myself. I can take you home if you want or you can stay but either way we're filing a police report and firing his ass. Are you coming or not?"
 
Luke got into the car, leaving his door open so he could still talk to Albany, taking deep breaths still to try and calm himself. The drummer's cold tone made him nervous, afraid that he was mad enough at him to hurt him, and right now he just couldn't take that. He was scared, his throat hurt like hell from being choked so hard, and he was on the verge of tears or screaming, maybe a combination of the two.

He leaned back against the seat shaking and ran his hands through his hair. "You can take me wherever you want... and yeah, please fire him for me... I'll sign whatever you want me to..." He took a deep breath, worried about the possible press. "Call my lawyer, I'm going to need to make sure this shit doesn't get out to the press. It's bad enough I'm a fag, if they find out I'm also a total pussy that almost got raped by my manager that will make it ten times worse..."
 
He was angry with Luke yes, but part of him could understand where he was coming from. Luke seemed to have a lot to lose in his own opinion though Albany also didn't quite lie their current situation. He would make a few phone calls later as he answered Luke.

"I don't know. Maybe John doesn't know you're gay. He knows I am but whatever." He muttered shrugging until Luke said his next batch of words, causing Albany to put his foot on the break a bit too hard when they were at a stoplight.

The drummer closed his eyes for the duration of the red light, calming himself down because he knew Luke couldn't deal with a fight right now...But the word 'fag' echoed through his mind over and over again and how Luke felt ashamed by the fact.

How was Albany going to tell him that that word and that shame had an effect on Albany as well? That Albany started to feel shame for being who he was when he thought he got over all those feelings in high school.

Opening his eyes again when a car behind them honked, he went the quick way and then into Luke's gates silent as ever but the silence wasn't comfortable as usual as it was more thick and heavy, Albany putting his walls up again.
 
Luke didn't realize that his words had any effect on Albany really. He was always putting himself down for what he was. He had been raised in a christian household and taught that what he was would never be forgiven. He still hadn't even been brave enough to come out to his family, so he simply avoided them, only seeing them maybe on Christmas.

They usually took separate cars to avoid being seen together, but today Luke just didn't care. He didn't have the strength to worry about that, and if some jerk got pictures all they could prove was that two band members were in a car together, and that would mean nothing in the press.

When they got to his house, he got out and went inside, unlocking the door and waiting for Albany to follow him before he headed inside and went straight to the bar, pouring himself a shot of vodka to sill his nerves. "I should have just told you that first day... why am I so fucking stupid?"
 
Albany sat in the car for a moment as Luke was already walking to the door. Soon he followed quietly, watching his lover cross to the liquor bar. Letting him take a swig, he walked over and slowly took the glass from him. "Well its too late for that now." He said his voice a bit hollow still trying to calm down from the car ride. "You need to go rest. Come on."

He lightly took Luke's hand and lead him to the bedroom setting the vodka glass on a table opening the door to the bedroom and lightly coaxed him in however he was standing in the doorway lost in thought.
 
Luke looked a little annoyed when the drummer just took his glass away from him, hoping he would at least let him have it back, it was just one glass. He had a bit of a drinking problem at times, but if there was ever a time that justified a drink, it was definitely right now.

He sighed and followed Albany to the bedroom, going inside as he directed him to, turning around to look up at him and waiting for him to hopefully give him his glass back, his nerves were still making him shake all over.
 
"You can have it back after you sleep. But trust me, drinking right now would be a terrible idea." He muttered remembering the times that he himself took to drinking as a self medication technique.

He however stood in the doorway not making his way in as he ran his hand through his dark hair avoiding Luke's gaze. He had mixed feelings, hating their soon to be ex manager while also feeling a bit betrayed by Luke but he refused to be angry in front of a would be rape victim.

Shifting on his feet he glanced over his shoulder out in the living room before speaking. "Um...I'm going to make some phone calls..." He said moving to close the door.
 
Luke was angry at him for taking his alcohol at a time like this, he hadn't even let him have enough to relax him, and he really didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts right now.

"Look, either give me my alcohol back, or at least don't fucking leave me alone right now. I just... I feel so sick... I need to either be numb or be distracted right now..."

He sighed, not wanting to be snappy with Albany, he knew his temper all too well. "Maybe I would feel better if I took a shower... I feel like I need to wash him off of me..."
 
"Tough shit you're not getting it back, Luke." Albany snapped, his head whipping towards the younger man with a dark blaze in his eyes. He wasn't having that, they both had a terrible drinking problem but at least Albany had enough nerve to not allow his lover deal with the same fate that plagued him. "Just go take a shower." He muttered still in the doorway looking at his phone to put reminders in for people to call, taking every measure to make sure none of this got out to the public.

He didn't approach Luke when he wanted to go to the washroom, normally Albany would be happy to oblige and he still would be, however he was cautious, not wanting to push in case he made things worse for Luke unless the other man specifically asked something of him.
 
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