Let me just say right now that this is going to get graphic fast. This will not be some trashy, gory, blood-bath but this story does deal with dark subject matter and there will be some violence so if this offends anyone, I would advise you to turn back now. That's it for the warning. Anyone who should not be reading this and continues to do so is reading at their own risk.

Disclaimer- characters are not mine but they story is.

"Two Hundred and Fifty dollars?" Bushido smirked. "I think that's a bargain." He stalked towards Olivia and she could feel his breath on her face. "A beautiful woman like you is worth at least five hundred." He ran his hand down her arm, seizing her by the wrist. "Get on the bed." He rasped.

"Hold on a second." She said. "I don't know what's going on here but I really don't want to get in the middle of it."

"Yeah, Bushido." Began Elliot. "We have business to take care of, just let her go."

Bushido wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "We can talk business later." He whispered from the crook of her neck. "Right now, I could use a little privacy."

"Bushido!" Demanded Elliot but he softened when he saw Bushido's hand wrap tighter around his gun. "She was with me first. You can have her next."

Olivia looked at Elliot, reading his plan through his eyes. "Yeah", she said, "He saw me first." She gently pulled out of Bushido's arms and walked over to Elliot. She wrapped herself around him and kissed his neck.

"Now", began Elliot as he stared at Bushido and Tybor, "If you would give us a moment?"

Bushido smirked and turned towards the door, Tybor following behind him. Once the door was closed and they were alone Elliot spoke.

"What are we going to do?" He asked, while he thought of his own plan.

"My gun is out there, inside of my jacket." She said. "Do you have one in here?"

Elliot shook his head. "No, no they took it when they searched the house."

Just then two gun shots sounded from the other room and in a instant Bushido came crashing through the door, Olivia's gun and badge in hand. "Detective Olivia Benson of the Special Victims Unit." He stated cruelly. "What are you doing here?" He motioned towards Elliot. "Is he an informant? A suspect? Or did you just get tired of tracking down rapists and decided to play some games of your own?"

He cocked the gun and gestured it towards Olivia. "I don't like being tricked, Olivia, and now I have to figure out what I am going to do with you."

Olivia's heart was pounding. Neither her or Elliot were armed and Bushido was growing increasingly more angry. "Where's Tybor?" Asked Elliot in response to the gunshots they had heard.

Bushido smiled. "Why do you care, Mike? He another one of your cop friends?" Both Elliot's and Olivia's eyes widened. "He tired to rush in here, when I grabbed your gun. I found his badge too." He smiled menacingly at the two. "You cops think you are so fucking smart. You think you can go around doing whatever you want, fuck with my business and not pay. Well, your wrong." He smiled, cruelly, at Olivia. "Get on the bed."

"You're not touching her", Stated Elliot, "You're not touching her."

Bushido chuckled; the sound sending chills down their spines. "No", he began, "I'm not. At least not yet. But you my friend," he turned his gun on Elliot now, "you are." He walked over to Olivia and put the gun to her head, using it to push her onto the bed. His eyes were trained on Elliot but he kept the gun on Olivia as he grabbed the hem of her pants. With a fierce tug her ripped them, along with her panties, from her body. "Fuck her." He said to Elliot.

The detective remained motionless and Bushido pressed the gun harder into Olivia's forehead.

Bushido chuckled and moved back from Olivia, his gun still aimed towards her. "This bitch cop has to pay. Fuck her." He repeated. Still, Elliot didn't move and Bushido turned his gun on him. "What's wrong Mike? You wanted her first. Fuck her!" Elliot looked at Olivia who was still on the bed, afraid of what would happen if she moved. "Fuck her!" He screamed as he fired the gun in Elliot's direction, just barely missing him.

"Don't hurt him!" Cried Olivia, "Please, I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt him."

Bushido looked at Olivia and recognized the panic on her face, mixed with the love for Elliot in her eyes. He laughed, harshly when he saw the same thing with Elliot. "Tell me the truth, Mike", he said, "How do you know this whore?"

"I don't." He said quickly. He knew that, if Bushido found out the truth, the end result wouldn't be good for either of them. "She set me up."

"Oh", Bushido began as he walked towards Olivia, "Then you wont mind if I teach her a little lesson."

Bushido crawled over Olivia, one hand supporting himself above her, the other holding the gun to her head.

Olivia swallowed the fear in her throat as she mentally counted the seconds before she could grab the gun. She knew he would eventually get too lost in the moment and when the opportunity presented itself, she would have to strike fast.

She felt the full weight of him drop on her, knocking the wind out of her as his hand moved up her thigh. Elliot stood, helplessly in the corner of the room and watched as Bushido sexually assaulted his partner.

He want to move, wanted to rip Bushido off of her and kill him for touching her. But he couldn't.

Because he had a gun and it was pointed to Olivia's head.

It was only when Bushido's hand slipped between her legs and Olivia let out a harsh whimper that Elliot moved, blinded by furry, and leaped towards Bushido.

The gun fired and stopped Elliot dead in his tracks. He looked down at Olivia, whose shoulder was bleeding profusely, then up at Bushido who was smiling back at him.

"I knew it." He said as he moved off of Olivia. He waved the gun to Elliot and then back at Olivia. "Just a flesh wound", he teased, "Wouldn't want to scar that beautiful body." He pulled back the hammer on the gun once more and glared at Elliot. "Now fuck her."

Elliot watched as Olivia clutched her bleeding shoulder. He grabbed a shirt from off the floor and moved over to her to stop the bleeding. His terrified eyes met hers as he pressed the shirt into her shoulder. They both heard Bushido chuckle behind them but they didn't care.

Their sole focus was on their concern for other. No words were needed. It was with a simple glance that they both comforted and soothed the other. A seemingly meaningless stare that spelled out the words that they both wanted to say: its was going to be okay, you are not alone.

There reverie was short lived as Bushido's foot collided with Elliot's back and pushed him to fall on Olivia. He placed the gun on the back of Elliot's head. "I'm not going to say it again, Mike." He smiled down at Olivia, loving the horror on her face. "Maybe you should help him out. You work special victims. You know how this works."

When Olivia didn't move, Bushido pushed the gun harder into Elliot's head. "I am getting impatient here." He leaned in to Elliot's ear. "Either you fuck her, or I will."

Elliot looked at Olivia, whose glassy eyes mirrored his own. She gave a short nod and Elliot swallowed the lump in his throat. There was no escape, no getting out of this.

They both heard Bushido unzip his pants and Olivia sucked in a harsh, fearful, breath.

"Please, Elliot." She whispered too quiet for Bushido to hear.

He heard Bushido walk closer to them and he felt Olivia's hand tug at his boxers, the only thing he had been wearing when she arrived. "She's eager." Mocked Bushido at the scene before him. "If you can't give her what she wants, Mike."

Olivia's pleading eyes met his. She was terrified. She knew there was no escaping the psychological pain Bushido was inflicting on them but Elliot could stop the physical. At least he would be gentle.

"Please", she whispered, "Don't let him-"

"I promise I wont let him hurt you." He said quietly. His hand moved to his boxers and freed his limp penis from the fabric. He thought of everything he could to arouse himself but the fact was he was being held at gunpoint being forced to rape his partner.

He thought of how it would be if Bushido wasn't there, if there wasn't a gun pressed against him. Just he and Olivia, lying in bed.

He thought of how beautiful she was and how if things had been different he would gladly make love to her.

His body wouldn't respond.

Nothing worked.

"Falling a little short?" Mocked Bushido. "I'm sure she could help you with that."

Elliot glanced at Olivia, who was frozen underneath him. She swallowed the lump in her throat and rose to capture Elliot's lips. Her kiss was comforting, telling him it was okay, that she understood why he had to do what he was about to.

He wiped the tears on her cheeks, not realizing that some had fallen from him. He nestled himself between her legs and the heat from her core brought him to and erection.

He rubbed against her, knowing her body was having the same trouble his had been. He was frozen. He didn't know if he should try to arouse her, or if he should risk hurting her further by entering her dry.

He didn't want to touch her, not like this anyway. He had dreamed of being with Olivia, dreamed of having her underneath him.

But in his dream she was moaning his name, not whimpering in fear. She was kissing his neck, not biting her lip to silence her cries. He was holding her close, not pressing on her bleeding shoulder. They were making love, not . . . Not this.

"Its okay." She whispered when the gun returned to the back of his head. "I'm fine. Its okay."

Feeling the cold of the barrel on the back of his head, Elliot, slowly, pushed himself in.

He was slow, caring, and did not go very deep, not wanting to hurt her anymore than he already was. But by the third thrust a heartfelt sob escaped her lips and broke Elliot's heart.

It was literally shattered. Olivia felt him grow soft within her before he pulled out completely.

"I can't." He sobbed as he climbed off of her. Bushido looked down at the reaction Elliot's revulsion had on his body and laughed.

"Not man enough to keep it up, Mike?" He chuckled and faced the gun towards him. He looked at Olivia and smiled. "Sad. He would rather die than fuck you."

"I would rather die than hurt her." He said, trying to control the pain in his voice. "Just let her go, Bushido. Please."

Bushido chuckled again and turned the gun on Olivia. "She's not going anywhere." He watched her eyes grow wide as he waved the gun over to the both of them, finally resting on Elliot. "And neither are you."

With that, he fired two shots; one landing in Elliot's chest, the other in his bicep.

Olivia screamed and leaped off the bed towards Elliot, who was now on the floor.

But she didn't get far before Bushido grabbed her by the arm and flung her back on the bed before climbing back on top of her.

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