A/N: I had a dream about this, a very frightening, realistic dream in which I was the in the victim. It scared the crap out of me. It's funny, because I watched this video before going to bed: .com/watch?v=knjBAksUkf4 So why am I writing this then? Because I can. This story will contain rape, slash, and a lot of other junk, so if you don't like then don't read. I own no one in this story. I got the title from the song Full Moon by Sonata Artica. For those of you who do stay and read this, tell me what you think! Enjoy.

Collapse Tonight

Alex wanted nothing more to do than to get the hell out of this fucking bar and get some sleep. Ever since he woke up this morning, he had been feeling sick, almost as though he had a cold, and the last thing he wanted to do after his match was to go and drink. Normally, he'd be all over getting shitfaced and hanging out with his buddies, but he just wasn't feeling it. He still wasn't feeling all that hot, he had a killer headache that was threatening to split his head open, and his mood wasn't the greatest. Actually, it was pretty shitty, as was proven before his and Chris' match when he snapped at his best friend and partner. Sure, he felt like a total ass hat, but he didn't apologize; it was kind of Chris' fault anyway. The jerk wouldn't leave him alone about failing to pick up that random rat he was hitting on the night before.

Shaking his head at the thought, he drank the rest of his beer as he watched his friends joke and carry on. Chris was snickering at AJ who was trying, and failing miserably, to hit on their waitress. Austin was fighting with Roddy, who was completely wasted and trying to order more beer, like he really needed any. And Joe was scanning the crowd for Jimmy, who had yet to return from the restroom. He really must be out of it if even his friend's antics didn't amuse him as much as they normally would have. Placing his empty beer bottle on the counter, Alex stood up and grabbed his jacket.

"I'm tired as fuck so I'm out of here."

"Pussy."

"You do look like shit."

"Fuck off you guys." Alex glared at AJ and Austin before he looked at Chris.

"Don't get yourself kidnapped or raped you sissy boy." Alex glared at him, seriously not digging the asshole comments he was getting. They only pissed him off more and made his headache worse. He wanted to kill them.

"Chris, seriously man, just fuck off. See ya back at the room." And with that, he left, exiting the bar.

Putting his jacket on, he looked down both sides of the street before turning and walking left. The hotel where he and Chris were staying at wasn't that far from the bar, so he could walk and get there in no time. His head was pounding in his skull and all he wanted to do was get to bed and sleep. So preoccupied was he that he didn't notice that he was being followed nor did he hear the footsteps of his stalker. Alex wasn't aware of any of that until he felt something hard and heavy collide with the back of his head. He was sent stumbling and fell onto the cold ground, gasping in pain and clutching the back of his head. He must have been hit hard because it fucked up his eye sight; everything was unfocused and blurry.

Looming above him was the figure of a large, heavy man. The man bent down and grabbed him, forcing him up by his jacket. Alex was slammed against the wall, his face scraping brick and he cried out, not knowing what the hell was going on. His wrists were caught in one strong grasp and were positioned above his head. Try as he might, he couldn't break free. When he felt the second hand go to the front of his jeans and fumble with his button and zipper, he started to panic, trying desperately to get free. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't happening. The man who was holding onto him slammed him against the wall a second time and he hissed. Soft lips pressed themselves against his ear and a voice spoke to him. His eyes widened upon hearing that voice.

"Stop moving you fucking bitch. You asked for this and now you're getting it. Just what you deserve you little slut. So take it!"

It was Bubba Ray. Alex tried to fight back, but Ray's grip on him was too strong and his head was still pounding making everything so much worse. Having successfully unbuttoned and unzipped Alex's pants, Ray pushed them down and pressed his body against Alex's. He tried not to whimper, but it slipped out. This could not be happening, not now of all times. What had he done to deserve this? Sure, when in the ring he was an asshole to Ray and D-von both, but that was part of the job, it was in the storyline. They both knew that, so why…?

At the feeling of Ray's hard dick pressing against his ass, Alex's trail of thought went cold. Panic and fear were coursing through his veins stronger than ever. He couldn't create a single solid thought; all he could think was about trying to escape by any means. But he was trapped between the wall and the man behind him. And no one was around to stop this; not Chris, not Roddy, not Austin. No one. He was all alone and he was incapacitated. It was pathetic.

Suddenly, and without warning, Ray shoved his erection inside of Alex causing the younger man to scream. Pain. That was all he could feel, all he knew. It hurt so much, having Ray thrusting in and out of him so roughly and his headache only made matters ten times worse. Tears were swelling up in his eyes, but Alex refused to cry. He wasn't going to give the man the pleasure of seeing him completely undone, no way in hell.

Ray moaned against his ear, his hot breath a soft caress in contrast to his other actions, and it made Alex sick. Prior to this, he didn't have any hard feelings towards the man. They were coworkers and the way they acted in the ring wasn't anything personal. Outside of the ring, Ray was an okay guy, but Alex wouldn't call him a friend or anything like that. His attacker's breath hitched and he knew that Ray was getting close to the edge. Alex closed his eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else that might allow him to escape the few moments left before Ray's deed was done. Chris popped into his head and he smiled sadly at himself. Of all the times he thought about the one person he loved the most, now was a pretty shitty time. It wasn't a secret to anyone – except Chris – that Alex liked him and had liked him for years now, but he knew that Chris didn't swing that way. Even if he did, why would he want someone like Alex? Compared to Alex, Chris was a saint and who deserved the best of everything. Alex was definitely not the best of anything, and that was true even more so now.

Moaning loudly, Ray rammed into him one last painful time before he came deep inside of him. Alex's body shivered and he was so fucking happy when Ray let go of him. His relief was short lived when he was spun around and his mouth attacked with a hungry, demanding kiss, all teeth, which cut his lip and made it bleed. Weakly, Alex tried to push him away, but he was met with a growl of dissatisfaction and a sharp smack to his face.

"You better listen to me, you little slut, and listen well. If you tell anyone about this, especially Chris, you'll get it. Oh, I won't kill you. I'll kill the thing you love the most: Chris. And you don't want that to happen, do you?" Alex glared up at him with as much hate as he could muster. But that didn't faze Ray and Alex knew, then and there, that he was dead serious about killing Chris. Slowly, reluctantly, Alex nodded and Ray smirked down at him before smashing his lips to Alex's once again. He broke away and let go of Alex, who fell onto the ground, gasping and panting, trying to collect himself.

"You're pathetic. Who'd ever want you?" And with that, Ray turned and left, leaving Alex alone in the dark alley.