Work Text:
Skylar didn’t wake up that morning thinking he’d be raped.
The thought never crossed his mind, why would it? Even if his dreams the night before were crazy - filled with lustful fantasies of being taken in public by complete strangers, in steadily escalating scenarios, one after another.
He’d even awakened in the middle of the night, pussy soaking the bedsheets.
He glanced guiltily at Terrance.
His boyfriend was still asleep.
He heaved a gentle sigh of relief and sneaked to the bathroom, intending to clean himself up, change his boxer shorts, crawl back in bed as stealthily as possible so as to not wake his boyfriend.
But when he got to the bathroom, little nightlight kicking on as it sensed his presence, he caught his dim reflection in the mirror.
He looked like a slut. High color burning darkly in his cheeks, hair damp with sweat, eyes wide, practically panting.
Jesus.
His gaze fell lower. His flat belly was heaving slightly from his ragged breathing. His skin glistened under a delicate sheen of sweat. Slick dripped thickly, slowly, down his inner thighs.
He felt sexy. An incubus, made glorious with fleshborn pleasures.
His hand crept down his body, pausing at his chest, pinching one nipple gently between his fingers.
He gasped.
Oh god. What if he woke Terrance?
He froze, pulse thudding in his ears, but no other sound came.
Still asleep, then.
He returned his attention to the mirror. Delicate fingertips idly brushing back and forth across his chest, rubbing his nipples, then moving lower.
He slipped his hand between his legs and started caressing.
A sharp inhale of breath instantly plunged in through his nose. Oh god, that felt good. Pussy juice clogged his brain with the sweet scent of need, coating his fingers as he moved his hand back and forth.
He played with his clit, rocking his hips gently in time to his petting. He bent slightly, leaning over the counter, popping his hips.
His dreams rose like mist in his mind.
He closed his eyes, rocking softly into the counter, enjoying the way it dug into his skin. It thumped against his hip bones, sending sharp signals to his brain. He’d bruise.
It would look so hot. Twin, tender-colored marks on either hip, secret proof he’d been dirty and worse, pretending the marks had been done to him.
A figure from his dreams drifted forward in his imaginings. Reaching for him, placing broad, warm hands authoritatively on his hips. Pulling him backward, growling angrily when he didn’t spread his legs far enough.
Spread your legs, whore.
He pretended to protest. A soft whine floated through the air.
The man slapped his ass hard.
He whimpered, clutching the counter with one hand, bent over nearly double. His hips collided harder with the granite.
Oh god, he was definitely going to bruise.
He kept his legs closed, panting, enjoying fighting his own arousal.
The man didn’t like it.
I said spread your fucking legs!
He hit harder this time. Skylar smashed into the counter with a dull thud, rasping soft whining noises.
Reluctantly, cheeks burning, he opened his legs.
His other hand wormed between them, touching his own wetness, circling his fingers around his slit. He traced juices over his hole, getting his fingers messy.
When the man in his head gripped his hips and yanked, he plunged two fingers deep in his pussy.
He cried out softly, barely above a whisper. The fingers on his clit moved faster.
He was humping now, panting roughly, making himself take it harder. He rammed his fingers in his slutty pussy, dripping to the wrist with juices, teasing his clit.
The man fucking him was riding hard. Sending them both into the counter with every thrust.
He groaned in Skylar’s ear.
Skylar shivered with gross delight, a sick part of him liking it. The man raping him was enjoying it, enjoying the feel of his wet pussy, enjoying sticking his dick in him, enjoying his body, enjoying Skylar.
A little dribble of slobber formed in the corner of his mouth. He slurped it up hastily and kept thrusting.
God, you feel good. Your pussy feels so fucking good. You fucking like it, huh? You like the way I’m fucking you? Wanna take it harder?
“...no…” Skylar whispered, accidentally drooling when he opened his mouth.
Contemptuous laughter. You’re such a slut. You fucking love this, don’t you?
“ - n-no, I…I don’t! - “
Doesn’t matter. I don’t fucking care. Give me that cunt, you whore. I’ll fill you so hard you break.
He cried out again, a little louder this time, and rocketed forward.
His fingers pumped mercilessly, lighting up the nerves in his cunt.
Oh god, he was close.
You’re gonna fucking cum, aren’t you?...goddamn…whore’s gonna cum on my dick while I’m fucking raping him. Go on, then…you are one pathetic piece of pussy, dripping all over my cock, whining like a dog while I fuck you. I can fucking feel you squeezing my cock. You want this…you’re so disgusting.
“ - no, please!...please don’t…don’t make me - “
Shut up. You like it. You like being disgusting. How’s it feel, slut? How’s it feel being held down and fucked by a man?
“ - I…I don’t…”
Doesn’t your man satisfy you? I bet he doesn’t. I bet you want what I’m doing to you more, don’t you? You want a strong, uncaring beast to fuck your slutty pussy.
“ - that’s not true!...I don’t, I…I don’t! - “
Fucking lying whore. Spread your legs wider, take my fucking dick. Fuck. Slut’s being so good for me. You want my cream, honey? You want a man’s cum in your pussy?
Skylar whimpered.
Good boy! Slut’s close, I can feel that pussy quivering. Go on, then, you’re allowed. Cum on my cock while I fucking fill you.
“ - no!...no, please - “
It felt delicious to beg, pleading for the man not to cum in him.
It was even more delicious because he wanted him to. He wanted a strong, savage man he didn’t know dumping cum in his pussy. Taking his cunt by force, marking his body in visible and invisible ways. Owning him.
His forehead clunked into the counter. His breathing was turning wild.
Fucking cum on me, you slut! Cum while I’m raping you!
His hips stuttered forward, legs shaking. He orgasmed quietly, mouth open, drawing shallow breaths while he humped hard.
After four more thrusts, he went still.
He stayed in place, bent over the counter, panting, waiting for his pulse to normalize.
His head felt light, loopy and dumb. He’d drooled a tiny puddle on the counter. His legs and pussy were a mess.
No movement from the bedroom. No stirring. Terrance was still fast asleep.
Guiltily, he cleaned himself up without making a sound. He changed into clean boxers - burying the creamy, sopping pair at the bottom of the laundry basket to hide his crime - and climbed carefully back in bed.
Terrance was breathing deeply, unaware of his boyfriend’s gross fantasies.
Skylar went back to sleep.
***
He managed not to give himself away the next morning.
It was a relief when he realized he was going to get away with it.
Terrance sipped his coffee obliviously. “When are you done working today?”
“Um…three, I think.”
“You think? Don’t you know?”
Skylar looked away. “Three.”
Terrance regarded him coolly.
Skylar hated when he looked like that. Imperious and confident, silently implying Skylar was a fucking idiot, lucky that Terrance was generous enough to overlook it.
Skylar sighed. Maybe he was right.
“I might not be home till later though…I still need to…um…deposit that check…from the insurance company…”
“Oh right, reimbursement for your therapy sessions.”
Skylar nodded.
Terrance snorted and set his coffee cup on the counter. “Not that it’s working, but at least you’re trying, right?”
Skylar didn’t answer.
“Text me when you leave work, I’ll meet you there. I’ve been meaning to get cash out but I keep forgetting.”
“...okay.”
“See you then.”
“...bye.”
He watched Terrance leave, closing the door crisply behind him. Then he glanced at the sink and sighed.
With a sense of dejected automation, he loaded both their mugs in the sink and cleaned the counter.
When he grabbed his coat and stepped outside, the winter wind brought tears to his eyes.
***
At three o’clock sharp, Skylar texted Terrance.
Leaving now.
Right on time, good boy. See you there.
Skylar hesitated, then quickly sent “ xx”.
No reply.
He wondered how things had gotten this way. Slowly, he supposed. Insidiously. He’d always struggled by himself, then he’d met Terrance and things had seemed good. Great, even.
It didn’t take long for real life to descend.
Things weren’t good, or great. But as long as Terrance was happy…
His heart sank when he caught sight of him, waiting outside the bank.
“You’re late, Sky. Make an extra stop?”
“No, I just…walked slow, I guess.”
“Well chop chop, it’s fucking cold out.”
He held the door for Skylar, following closely enough to send the usual message to anyone watching.
This one belongs to me.
Skylar headed for the little table off to the side and reached for a deposit slip. Terrance fucked around on his phone, leaning idly against the wall, waiting.
At that moment, the doors burst open and a trio of masked intruders piled in.
Everything seemed to happen all at once, yet time conversely appeared to slow.
They started barking orders.
“Nobody fucking move!”
“Hands where I can see them! If I so much as glimpse a cell phone you will fucking die!”
Skylar froze instantly. He watched in horror while they got to work. Efficiently, with a calm sense of practiced authority. This wasn’t their first time.
One subdued the two tellers, another rounded up the manager, the third keeping a constant eye on the patrons.
Hostages, now.
Skylar desperately fought against the cold panic surging through his body. He tried to remember to breathe, nice and slow, count to ten, but it wasn’t working. He felt like was standing on the edge of a cliff, too far down to see the bottom. He was scared he’d fall.
Terrance was making it worse. Skylar sensed the toxic masculine rage radiating in waves from his tense shoulders. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, what if he -
The gunman keeping an eye on them wasn’t fucking around. He zeroed in on Terrance like a hawk.
Oh god, he was stalking toward them.
Skylar gawked, feeling like he might vomit, unable to move except for his trembling.
The man cornered them, staring at Terrance.
“You got a fucking problem?”
Terrance stared back.
The tension was going to send Skylar over the brink, tumbling into the abyss. He panted softly, hanging onto the counter with both hands, fingernails paling to white under the death grip.
The gunman didn’t blink. “I’m not asking twice,” he said quietly.
It was more terrifying than if he’d shouted.
The terror was too much, adrenaline overflowing in Skylar’s guts. It needed an outlet, it needed somewhere to go.
He accidentally let out a weird noise, half-squeak, half-whimper.
The man glanced down in surprise, then right back at Terrance.
“No,” Terrance answered gruffly. “No problem.”
“To be clear,” the man fired back coolly, “I’m good either way. You wanna have a fucking problem, then let’s have one.”
Terrance shook his head.
“No? You sure? Fine. On your fucking knees. Hands behind your head. You so much as hiccup, I’ll fucking kill you.”
He wasn’t joking. Danger clung to him like a bad omen, a nearly palpable aura of violence.
“ - oh my god - “ Skylar whispered.
The man glanced at him again. “You scared, baby boy?”
“ - I, uh…yes…sir? - “
The man laughed. “Aw, what a good boy. It’s okay, baby, don’t be scared. Unless you want to have a problem like your boyfriend, here.”
“ - n-no!...no, no problem, I don’t have a problem, I promise!...all…all good, I…I’m…I mean…sorry - “ He trailed off, blushing furiously.
The man’s gaze intensified slightly. He tilted his head, hefting his weapon.
“ - sorry for what? - “
“ - for, um…I’m…babbling - “ Skylar whispered.
“Yea, you are. I don’t mind though, it’s cute. You be good, we’ll be done here soon.”
“ - o-okay - “
He laughed again. “Good boy.”
He turned his back on them, refocusing on the task at hand. Maintaining constant vigilance, making sure no one did anything stupid. He didn’t look worried. He had them all on a leash and they knew it.
Skylar did his best to control his breathing, but it sped right back up the more he stared at the man keeping them hostage. Even worse, he couldn’t stop staring.
His voice replayed in Skylar’s fucked up head.
What a good boy. It’s okay baby, don’t be scared. I don’t mind, it’s cute. Good boy.
He desperately tried to insist that his panting was from fear. Just fear. Only fear, nothing more.
But the guy looked hot. Rough and strong. Dangerous. Fearless.
Terrance was on his knees at Skylar’s side, silently fuming but not stupid enough to push it.
Skylar couldn’t quite make himself look at him. His eyes were glued to the gunman, he wanted to force himself to look away, he should, but…he couldn’t do it.
The tellers’ drawers had been emptied while the third man dragged the manager downstairs to the vault. Now they were in a holding pattern, waiting.
The two gunmen looked unconcerned, patiently watching the hostages, talking between themselves.
No alarms had been triggered. No security guards to contain. No cell phones called for help.
They were nothing more than a dozen scared sheep at the mercy of three savage wolves.
His captor abruptly met his gaze.
Skylar dropped his eyes with a quiet gasp. Cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck. He forced himself to breathe, splintery wheezing breaths through his nose.
He was too scared to look up again.
He saw Terrance, glaring at the man. Skylar knew he was pissed. He didn’t like being told what to do, he hated being forced onto his knees, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t suicidal.
Skylar almost wished he was. A lot of his misery would be gone if Terrance just -
No. Stop it!
God, what the fuck was wrong with him? He really did deserve it.
All of it.
He stared miserably at the floor, shoulders hanging lower. He felt like crying.
He could feel the weight of the man’s eyes on him, bright behind the black mask, but he kept his gaze down.
“I don’t like the way you’re fucking looking at me.”
Everyone jumped.
Oh god…oh god, he wasn’t talking about… Skylar was he?? Skylar wasn’t even looking at him…
He was speaking to Terrance.
Oh god, he was coming closer! Skylar huddled against the counter, bumping his hip. The bruise from the night before throbbed painfully. He clutched at it, wincing.
Oh god, stop moving! Don’t get his attention!
The man came to a stop beside him, but his attention was on Terrance.
“Matter of fact, I really don’t fucking like it.”
Terrance, wisely, kept his mouth shut.
The guy looked at Skylar. “This your man, baby?”
Skylar nodded, head still submissively down.
“Well he’s got a shitty fucking attitude, you know that? Maybe even a deathwish, the way he’s trying to stare me down. It’d be funny if it wasn’t pissing me off.” The man leaned against the counter, shouldering his weapon. “He looks like the jealous type,” he continued, tapping his gloved fingers absently on the counter. “Kinda guy who’d be mad if you talked to someone else, am I right?”
Skylar gulped and nodded.
The man laughed. “Yea, thought so. Kind of guy who’d fucking lose it if you cheated on him.”
“I guess so,” Skylar whispered.
He could barely get the words out. His palms were cold and damp, his heart was racing so fast he was about to have a heart attack.
The guy was standing so close. His scent crawled into Skylar’s nose, smelling faintly of masculine sweat and sharp leather and a touch of fragrance.
He smelled so, so fucking good. Skylar caught himself breathing slower now, deeply. Inhaling his scent, storing it in his lungs. It was weirdly calming.
His aura was still dangerous, but in a way, serene. He didn’t have anything to prove, he didn’t care.
Skylar swallowed hard, nervously aware of his pussy responding.
Oh god.
Oh no.
But…oh god…oh god, he was actually…really kind of…hot…
Sporting all the gear like it was nothing, knowing how to use it, carrying the weight of bulletproof armor like it was a feather. Skylar could tell he was strong, even underneath all the shit he was wearing. He was big too. The lines of his muscle stood out, bulky and thick under the black clothing.
Another waft of scent hit his nose, stunning him. He swayed slightly and gripped the counter harder.
The man didn’t seem to notice.
“Yea, I know the type. Guy who thinks he’s in charge because he bosses around little chew toys like you. You know what I bet he’d really hate? Not just you talking to another guy…not just you cheating on him…”
Skylar’s eyes widened, staring at his boots. Was he…did he mean…no way.
“I bet,” the man said softly, “he’d really hate it...if another guy fucked you right in front of him.”
Terrance started to get up, but the man smashed him in the face. He fell back, catching himself on his hands and knees.
“Stay the fuck down,” he ordered, voice still soft. “Make another move and you’re going in the ground. Understand I want you to.”
Skylar shivered.
The man saw it.
“Come here, chew toy.”
“ - no, please - “
“I said come here.”
He wasn’t gentle when he grabbed the back of Skylar’s neck and slammed him face-down on the table. The air rushed out of Skylar’s lungs. He coughed dryly, hacking for air.
The man paid no attention, too busy wrenching his legs open. He’d slung his weapon over his back, fingers nimble under Skylar’s clothes. He found his belt buckle, then his button…his zipper…
“ - please don’t! - “
He cried out when the man tugged his trousers and underwear down in one vicious yank.
Oh god, he was fucking naked in front of everyone. They could see his pussy.
He tried to squirm free, whimpering pitifully.
“ - look at that, goddamn - “ The man sank to his knees, spreading Skylar’s cheeks wide. “ - fuck me, that is one sexy looking pussy - “
Skylar, to his horror, felt a blush creep into his cheeks. He tried to fight it.
“ - bet you taste good too…you smell fucking amazing - “ The man buried his face between Skylar’s legs, breathing deeply.
His blush turned to fire.
“ - fuck me, you smell good…goddamn…you’re getting me so hard, baby…just from fucking sniffing you - “
Skylar was mortified. He wasn’t used to compliments, he didn’t think he was all that special. Terrance never said anything like that, just fucked him till he was done and then went about his business. It didn’t matter if Skylar orgasmed or not.
He usually didn’t.
But a wolf was kneeling behind him, face pushed into his wet skin, breathing like a fucking animal. Getting hard from his scent.
The man started licking his pussy.
He moaned horrendously, nearly dying of embarrassment.
The guy growled, lapping generously. “ - fuck, you taste so good, baby…goddamn…fuck, I can’t get enough…swear to god, I’m getting harder - “
He licked messily, making sloppy noises of enjoyment. His fingertips dug into Skylar’s ass cheeks, keeping him brutally spread.
The whole fucking room could see his pussy. They could see how wet and filthy he was, bent over a table in the fucking bank of all places, cunt on display, with a wild animal’s tongue on him. Flicking inside him, curling indulgently against his clit.
He jerked and moaned, blushing a deeper vibrant red.
His cheeks were hot. His fingers curled on the smooth marble surface, unable to find traction. He kept slipping.
The man was tugging him back, harder against his mouth. Making Skylar ride his tongue.
His lips were soft, mouthing ravenously at his pussy. Massaging wetly, tongue moving side to side, then slipping inside him. More prodding curls, forcing slutty moans from Skylar.
God, he was fucking aroused. The shame was too much, and yet…a potent aphrodisiac.
He liked the helplessness. Being publicly forced, being made. Not by Terrance, but by this guy. A fucking beast.
Licking Skylar’s pussy like he was enjoying his last meal. Slurping noisily, giving him perfect head, and he didn’t think it was just to piss Terrance off.
He was doing that too, though.
Skylar could feel Terrance’s fury, but he was equally helpless. A fresh twinge of guilty pleasure shot through his hips. He bucked against the man’s mouth, whimpering in shame when the man groaned delightedly.
“ - good boy, backing into my tongue like that…spreading your legs for me…wet pussy just gushing cream on my tongue…good boy, making sweet juices for me…make some more, baby…feed your hungry wolf - “
Oh god, oh god, his tongue. It was undulating against every nerve, exerting delicious pressure, maintaining perfect rhythm. Skylar wondered guiltily if his mouth was getting tired. If he was taking too long, maybe the guy wanted to stop…or wanted him to hurry up…
His thoughts warred against him.
The man misinterpreted his reluctance.
He chuckled. “ - fight all you want, baby…still gonna make you cum - “
“ - what?? - “
“ - I can feel you tensing up…fighting me…trying not to be such a slut, but you can’t help it, baby, can you?...so fucking wet for me…so fucking sweet - “
Confusion clouded Skylar’s brain. The guy was…enjoying himself? He… liked giving Skylar head?
“ - taste like a fucking angel, I fucking love it…make more pussy cream for me, baby…my mouth’s a mess but you got me greedy…I want more - “
A strangled growl escaped Terrance’s throat.
The other gunman took a stiff step forward.
He went quiet.
Around them, no one was moving. It didn’t sound like they were breathing either. They weren’t even blinking.
All eyes fixed on the pair in the center of the room, a dark, dominant beast enjoying his helpless little treat.
Oh god.
“ - does he make you cum, baby? - “ breathed his attacker.
Skylar didn’t answer, hoping wildly he wasn’t expecting a response.
He went still for a minute, tension mounting in his hands, cupping Skylar’s ass harder.
“ - answer me - “ he growled. “ - and don’t fucking lie…does he, chew toy?...does he make you cum? - “
Skylar stared down at Terrance, afraid of the look on his face. Like he was gonna fucking kill someone.
Only…
The guy at his feet actually might. He was stronger, more dangerous. He really would kill someone.
“ - no - “ Skylar whispered.
Terrance’s eyes blazed with fire.
The man on his knees laughed.
“ - didn’t think so…fucking selfish piece of shit, just taste this pussy - “ He started lapping again, groaning thickly. “ - god, what the fuck is wrong with him, baby…I’m so hard it hurts!...my fucking balls are aching, I can’t fucking wait to empty them in your sweet pussy - “
Skylar whimpered and flailed, but the man hauled him back and kept licking.
The pleasure was turning his nerves hot and cold. The pressure balled up in his pelvis like a hard knot. It increased, radiating outward. His muscle tightened, spine stiff, body tensing.
“ - baby’s close - “ the man murmured approvingly. “ - gonna make you cum, chew toy…gonna make you ride my face then orgasm on my tongue…goddamn - “
Skylar tried heroically to fight it. He forced his tense muscles to relax, to flex outward, to resist.
But the man wasn’t asking. Skylar could hear him growling happily, licking somehow more perfectly.
“ - please - “ he begged. “ - please, just…fuck!...s-stop - “
“ - pussy tastes so good - “
“ - n-no, I - fuck! - “
“ - so close, baby…pussy’s gripping my tongue…I can feel you fluttering…skin throbbing, thick with blood…mmm…how about I play with that clit - “
Skylar nearly screamed when he focused on his clit. Licking and suckling gently, on the verge of releasing his pent up pleasure…
It was like a dam bursting.
His orgasm was shockingly strong, stunning him with a mixture of euphoria and relief. And when he started to tip over the edge, he instinctively stopped fighting and leaned into it. Flexing to increase the ecstasy, not hide from it. Tightening on the man’s mouth, jerking his hips, head flung back, riding his mouth like a whore.
“ - fuck!...fuck, good boy, good boy!...fuck, I like watching you cum…so fucking hot…fuck - “
Terrance looked like he was going to explode.
Skylar was too dumb with orgasm to care. Holy fuck… he’d never cum that hard in his life.
Joyful mindlessness encircled him like a warm blanket. It felt so good to relax, to give in, to be forced to experience pleasure.
He didn’t even mind that Terrance was watching him cum on another man’s face. Watching him get lost in the stars, eyes sparkling with endorphins, body rolling on wave after wave of aftermath.
He could feel the man’s hands pawing at his waist. He was standing now, looming over Skylar. His tactical vest pressed into Skylar’s back.
He liked the way it hurt. He could feel every sharp edge, every piece of hardware digging unmercifully into his soft skin, as though his shirt wasn’t even there.
An image of the two of them naked together flashed through his mind. He flinched guiltily, catching the look on Terrance’s face. But then the man settled on top of him more thoroughly, compressing him gently into the marble countertop.
Skin to skin would feel so nice. Warm and intimate and instinctive. Two naked bodies touching, sharing space, sharing each other.
He shivered.
The man kissed his neck.
Oh god, that felt unfairly good! He turned his head, as though looking away.
He was really leaning into his mouth harder. Wanting his lips on his skin, sucking gentle bruises.
“ - don’t worry, chew toy - “ he whispered. “ - I won’t hurt you too bad - “
“ - h-hurt...?“
“ - yea…just a little though…just enough to make you sore for a few days…so you walk around funny, careful about the way you sit - “
He was rutting while he whispered dirty secrets in Skylar’s ear, rubbing his clothed erection on Skylar’s naked ass. He could hear the soft sopping noise of the fabric getting wet, turning the man’s trousers sticky from his juices.
His pussy was still dripping fresh cream, high from orgasm, drooling happily down his inner thighs.
He moved his head restlessly, murmuring a weird noise.
“ - shhh…it’s okay…it’ll hurt a little…enough so you can’t fuck anyone else for a little while…yea? - “
“ - w-what? - “
He nipped Skylar’s ear, laughing when he squirmed.
“ - gonna stretch that little pussy…break you in on my dick…I’m pretty big, baby - “
“ - big?? - “
“ - yep…you’ll fucking take it, too - “
He heard the metallic announcement of a zipper opening, the clank of a belt buckle.
Oh god, Skylar could feel his erection. Warm and thick, dragging over his ass cheeks.
The man grunted.
He started moving faster, breath speeding up with excitement. He was getting his cock wet with Skylar’s juices.
“ - still fucking wet for me, god, you’re a good boy - “
Skylar whimpered.
“ - spread your legs…nice and wide…show me that pussy…good boy!...fuck, look at that…all pink and creamy…fuck…I wanna see inside you, after I cum in you…might have to fuck you a little harder than I thought…goddamn, I’d love to see you gape - “
Skylar choked with horror. Fresh slick leaked out.
The man laughed.
Skylar felt the tip, broad and thick, poking bluntly against his narrow slit.
He was moving his cock slowly, up and down, circling around the outside. Getting the head lubed up with Skylar’s pussy juice. Oh god, he was going to…fuck his own orgasm back inside him…
The man grabbed his throat, clasping him firmly. He wasn’t choking. It felt possessive.
Terrance was furious.
Skylar stared at him blankly, cheek pressed to the marble.
He was still staring at Terrance when the man pushed inside him.
His mouth went slack, eyes wide, gasping a slutty oh! when he felt it go in.
Fuck, he was big. Erection swollen with bloodflow, girth wide. He’d gotten hard from Skylar’s pussy. From his scent, and from giving him head.
The man pushed deeper.
Skylar groaned, eyes half-closing, mouth hanging dumbly open. The guy wasn’t lying, he was huge.
It hurt so fucking bad.
And it felt so fucking good.
“ - hurts, doesn’t it baby - “
“ - y-yea, it…it hurts really bad - “
“ - yea…you’re being so good though…slutty boy, I can feel you spreading your legs wider…relaxing your hips for me like a good chew toy…letting me inside that sexy pussy - “
“ - i-inside - “
“ - that’s right, baby…I’m inside you…that’s my dick in your cunt…you’re so fucking soft…so warm for me - “ He was nuzzling Skylar’s neck. “ - such a good boy, taking me like this - “
Skylar’s eyes were still on Terrance, but his rage only partially registered.
The man’s voice was stronger. In his ears, inside his head. As though his whole being was seeping into Skylar, taking over, putting all of himself inside him. Voice, scent, touch.
He seated with a grunt. “ - fuck…you’re taking the whole thing, baby, god that’s a good pussy - “
“ - f-fuck - “
The man laughed. “ - bigger than you’re used to? - “
Skylar couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. He was half-watching Terrance, but the terror rumbling in his belly wasn’t for him.
He’d always hated Terrance’s jealousy. Even worse, it was always unfounded - Skylar was faithful to a fault. But it never stopped Terrance from flying off the handle for no fucking reason, acting like a horrible bastard, blaming Skylar for provoking him on purpose.
As though he’d want to.
Terrance’s jealousy was fucking repulsive. It annoyed Skylar, it made Terrance even less attractive.
But with the man on top of him…
He liked the heaviness pressing him into the table. The weight of muscle and gear, the weight of dominance. Skylar was willing to bet he’d be an amazing dom, truly alpha, wearing his authority effortlessly. It was natural, with him, not forced. Not pretend.
If he was jealous, it would be insanely hot.
He was riding Skylar a little harder, keeping the pace steady. His breaths were speeding up, the occasional groan sneaking out.
Music to Skylar’s ears. He was obsessed with those noises.
“ - baby, you didn’t answer me…feel the dick in your guts? - “
Skylar’s eyes were still fixed on Terrance. He moaned.
“ - y-yes…I…I feel it - “
“ - bigger than your man?...bigger than the dick he fucks you with? - “
Skylar’s eyes sparkled with twisted delight. He was starting to like Terrance’s fury, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.
“ - you’re so big - “ he purred.
It was a thrill not to be lying, either. His dick was fucking huge, it was prodding Skylar’s bladder. Poking into his stomach, about to punch a hole in his abdomen and emerge on the other side.
“ - yea? - “
The man sounded pleased.
Skylar nearly laughed. He curled his spine, tipping his head back. It bumped softly against the man’s shoulder.
He almost died of embarrassment when the man started kissing him.
He was a good kisser. He knew how to taste Skylar, how to own his mouth, taking over another part of his body, prying it from his own control and collecting it for himself.
He was taking greater pieces, from the way he gave kisses to the way he fucked.
Skylar hated himself for liking it, but he couldn’t give it up. He started to forget he was being raped. It didn’t feel like rape, it felt like…really good sex. The kind you told your friends about. Eyes dreamy, pussy shuddering fresh cream between your legs, savoring the delicious memories.
“ - so fucking big - “ Skylar whispered.
The guy was rocking them both into the marble countertop, bruising Skylar’s hips in the exact same spot as last night. It hurt so fucking bad, he should beg for mercy, plead with the man to stop.
He was being raped. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t want it.
Yes he did.
No! He didn’t! He was a faithful boyfriend, he’d never cheat, not in a million years. Even if he wanted to, even if his friends told him he should.
The man’s dick nestled inside him, thick in his muscled walls. His pussy stretched to let it, pillowing in comforting warmth. A snug wet hole to give pleasure, caressing his erection, offering sweet juices.
The man sucked on his neck, harder than before.
“ - goddamn…pussy feels so fucking good - “
Terrance’s fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were pure white.
The man piled into Skylar harder, not noticing. His attention was on Skylar, on the way Skylar was making him feel.
His blush deepened. He liked being used for pleasure. He was getting ridden by a beast that didn’t have to be gentle…but was.
It was weird. His brain was having trouble reconciling, but his body didn’t care. It wanted him in. Deeper. Harder. Hurting his pussy.
He threw his hips back, meeting the force.
“ - fuck!...good boy, fuck…fight back a little, goddamn - “
Skylar started growling, flailing on the countertop. It felt good to resist. To apply force of his own, proving objection to what was being done to him. He didn’t want it. He didn’t!
The man liked it. He grabbed Skylar’s wrists, smashing them into the hard counter, tightening his grip.
He’d have bruises there too. He tugged harder, panting with exertion, trying to free himself.
The man answered with equal strength. He gripped tighter and buried his cock in him. He rode Skylar, snarling at his shrieks, piling into him harder and harder until he was really pounding.
His pussy flooded with soreness, stretching desperately, getting torn up by a hard cock.
Skylar fought harder. He threw his heart into it, flailing and screaming, fighting as hard as he could to throw the man off.
It didn’t work.
“ - love the way you fight me, baby - “ he grunted, riding Skylar effortlessly.
His cunt sopped cream, streaming wetness on his thighs, coating them both glistening under the bright lights.
“ - feels so fucking good to hold you down and fuck you…feels good for you too, I bet…knowing you can’t get away…you’re not strong enough, chew toy, you’re gonna spread your legs and take my dick because I fucking said so - “
Skylar let out a yowl, twisting viciously.
“ - fucking go ahead - “ the man panted, thrusting harder.
He was slamming Skylar into the table.
His hip bones were on fire.
There was a reason he was fighting so hard, one he didn’t want to face. It was easier if he told himself it was because he was defending himself. He didn’t want this, he needed to fight back. He was being raped.
But that wasn’t really why.
He buried the truth deeper.
Gasping like a fish out of water at the way he was being fucked. Exactly like a toy, like a soft, wet, worthless masturbator. A brainless device, good for taking cock, then collecting cum.
He imagined it spraying inside him, splattering his sore pink walls with ropes of creamy white. Painting his cunt, his cervix, his insides with the cum of a man raping him.
He bucked harder, clawing at the counter, whimpering gibberish.
“ - easy baby - “ the man murmured. “ - I know why you’re fighting - “
“ - no you don’t - “
“ - yea I fucking do…I felt the shift…don’t worry about your boyfriend, he's not fucking you...I am - “
“ - y-you - “
“ - good boy, that’s right…my dick in your pussy…my body inside yours…you came on my mouth, remember? - “
Skylar’s cheeks turned crimson.
“ - fuck, you came hard, too…pouring juices down my throat, tasted so fucking good - “
“ - I…I did? - “
“ - yea, honey, you did…I loved it…made my cock harder than this fucking countertop, I needed to be inside you…ripping you up, tearing up that soft pussy - “ He laughed shortly. “ - making your shitty boyfriend watch me take you - “
“ - oh god - “
“ - that’s right, slutty boy - “ he purred, settling into graceful rhythm. He rolled his hips deliberately, beautifully fucking Skylar’s pussy. “ - he’s watching me take you…fuck you…put my dick in your cunt…and not a damn thing he can do about it…you wanna know something else? - “
“ - w-what? - “
The man went still, shaft-deep in Skylar’s cunt. His muscular torso was pressing into Skylar’s back, grinding him into the table. He turned his head, resting his cheek on Skylar’s, so they were both staring at Terrance.
It was awful and wonderful at the same time. It made him feel a lot of things, too many things. He knew he was going to regret this later, but he couldn’t quite make himself think about that now.
He started shivering. The man’s arms around him tightened soothingly.
“ - he’s gonna watch me cum in your pussy - “
The other gunman laughed.
Terrance looked like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The man started kissing him. Skylar wanted to die when he instantly kissed back.
Oh god, his rough hands in Skylar’s hair, caressing him, holding his face. Riding him dominantly, scooping his hips so, so cleverly, igniting the nerves in Skylar’s pussy.
Thick erection pulsing with pent-up cum, sliding inside his clenching pussy, again and again.
They started picking up speed.
“ - fuck!...I wanna see you cum again…you looked so fucking hot…cuming with my face between your legs, tongue in your pussy…cum for me, baby…cum when I touch your clit - “
He started rubbing, light and fast, between Skylar’s legs.
Skylar felt like a doll. A helpless toy for a man to play with.
He couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t stop him. The man was in control.
He felt drugged, in a way. Helpless, but not minding. The man wasn’t hurting him any more than he could help…his cock really was fucking huge, but there was nothing he could do about that. The way he fucked was gentler than he could be, less violent than he was capable of. And Skylar liked being made to take his dick, he liked the thought of being…
Enjoyed. Overpowered, and pleasured.
It made him feel wanted.
He moaned like a whore, taking his cock deep. It was brushing the tip of his cavity, nudging the deepest part of his pussy. He moaned louder, unable to control his noises.
The man liked hearing his voice and showered him with praise.
“ - sweet boy, what a good toy to play with…tiny pink pussy squeezing me in warmth…got me so fucking wet, this table is a mess … fuck, you smell good - “
The hand on his clit was torturing his brain, he was so fucking close, he needed to cum so bad.
His voice sounded like an animal wailing in heat. His legs were shaking. His spine ached with pressure. He needed release.
He needed it so fucking bad, he’d do anything.
“ - gush that sexy cream on my dick, baby - “ the man ordered, kissing his neck.
Fuck, that felt good too.
It was like his whole body was drowning in pleasure, all of his nerves flushed with euphoria at once, he couldn’t take it, he was about to go fucking insane.
“ - good boy - “ The man nuzzled the bruises on his neck. His voice was tender.
It fucked with his brain, how soft the man’s voice was - while he fucked so violently it was tearing his pussy apart.
Skylar gasped. His fingers clenched. His spine stiffened.
“ - cum for me, baby - “ the man purred, moving his fingers, his cock, perfectly. “ - cum while I’m fucking you - “
He nipped Skylar’s cheek with a possessive love bite. Skylar’s brain started to spin.
“ - cum with my dick in your pussy - “
Skylar lost control. His legs hitched wider, body jerking. Back arched, choking for breath.
He could feel orgasm spiraling through his body, chasing release, flooding out from between his legs. His slit gushed, salty and sweet and clear and milky, pouring fluids down his thighs, making wet smacking noises while the man fucked him through climax.
He was breathing hard, powering into Skylar, muscled body pummeling him through orgasmic stupor.
“ - fuck!...fuck, you’re so hot…fuck, I’m gonna cum…gonna cum in that pussy…gonna cum in you, with your fucking orgasm soaking me, fuck - “
He grunted loudly, then crushed Skylar’s body into the table. His hips pounded relentlessly, decorating Skylar’s skin with fresh bruises.
He could feel the man cuming in him. Emptying his balls in violent spurts, growling like a wild animal, using Skylar’s pussy to milk his cock and store his cum.
They went limp together on the table, chests heaving in unison, breaths hanging heavy in the still air. His arms tightened around Skylar, holding him.
“ - goddamn, baby…on christ, you’ve got the sweetest pussy I ever fucked - “
Skylar’s blush crept back into his cheeks. He felt emotional and teary and sore and far too overwhelmed to process what was happening.
He paid attention to the man’s weight on him. The heaviness of his body, the creaking of his gear. The details became a roadmap for him to focus on and follow, steering him through the chaos.
His deep, even breathing. Lungs swelling, compressing Skylar’s back.
His face, against Skylar’s cheek. Nuzzling gently.
His thick cock, slowly going soft inside him. Empty, now that Skylar had taken his load.
It was a big one, too. He could feel it start to leak out a little when the man pulled out.
He gasped, clutching his belly. Oh god, everything hurt.
His pussy was empty now, but it felt unpleasantly significant. Hollow. Aching. Wanting, and unwanted.
He crumpled against the table, not really expecting any support or sympathy. The guy was clearly a psychopath, acting sweet while he fucked Skylar, but really it was just to provoke Terrance.
He couldn’t bring himself to look at his boyfriend. He couldn’t bear the expression on his face, the hateful judgment, the righteous cruelty. Despising him for being such a disgusting slut, for giving himself so easily, eagerly spreading his legs for a dangerous man.
Liking the way he raped him.
Tears welled in his eyes, face burning with shame. He’d never look in a mirror again.
The guy was standing up, tucking his dick back in his briefs, hitching his trousers up, buckling, adjusting his weapon.
He slapped Skylar’s ass with careless affection, as though to say good game, slut!
Skylar sniffled back tears. “ - can I…get dressed - “
“Yea, sure.”
Guiltily, he pulled his underwear and trousers up, but he fumbled awkwardly with his belt.
The man laughed.
He cringed harder, finally managing it. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
The entire bank had just watched him make a whore of himself, enjoying getting fucked like a dog. Used for this guy’s amusement, then discarded like a piece of trash.
He was a piece of trash.
He finally made himself look at Terrance.
He was shocked to discover Terrance wouldn’t look at him.
Oh god.
His jaw was tense, eyes flashing with anger. He refused to look at Skylar.
It made Skylar feel even worse. Exactly like the filthy, worthless whore he was.
He huddled against the table, trying to make himself smaller, hoping no one would look at him.
They were all looking at him. Staring aghast, at the slutty boy who moaned for a murderer, cuming on his face for fuck’s sake, and then again on his dick.
It felt like an eternity of hell, waiting for the third gunman to resurface. He finally appeared, bank manager in tow, carrying a shit-ton of duffel bags. They looked heavy.
The other two helped distribute the duffels among the three of them.
Skylar watched warily, knowing this was almost over. He could try to go back to real life, try to pretend he wasn’t as ridiculous and embarrassing as he was. Maybe Terrance would forget about it, or at least act like he forgot about it.
Yea, right.
Skylar wondered how much he’d have to pay for this. His heart sank slowly, knowing it was going to be a lot.
His attacker suddenly turned back to him.
“Hey. Give me your fucking wallet.”
Wordlessly, Skylar handed it over. He kept his gaze averted.
The guy swiped it and stalked out with his pals.
Leaving Skylar behind, lost in a whirlwind of pain and confusion and soured joy.
He’d never hated himself more.
***
The day felt like it would never end. He was taken to the police station, he gave a statement. He screamed when they tried to collect evidence.
No amount of coercion swayed him. He didn’t care about criminal prosecution or investigation or chain of custody.
He wanted to go home.
He was finally let go.
Terrance hadn’t waited for him.
He walked by himself slowly, body aching, pussy more sore than it had ever been. He’d been lost in the fantasy while it happened, but reality was sinking in more and more with every footstep.
That man had fucked him hard. Unused to the size, Skylar’s body had done its best, but it was broken now.
He shivered, trying to remember the pleasure. But it eluded him, vaporizing like dissipated smoke the harder he tried.
All he felt now was despair.
He let himself in, wandered through the apartment.
Terrance was in the living room, watching tv. He didn’t even look up when he heard Skylar come in.
Skylar sighed and headed for the shower.
He stood under the showerhead, letting the water half-drown him, sobbing quietly.
He didn’t want to get out. If he got out, he’d have to face what happened. He’d have to face Terrance. He’d have to face the mirror. He’d have to face the painful truths he’d rather hide from. It was only a matter of time, though, he knew that. No point delaying the inevitable.
With a suffocating heaviness in his chest, he forced himself to turn off the water, step out, towel off.
Avoid the mirror.
He slunk into pajamas and curled up in bed.
Terrance, much later, joined him. He didn’t try to touch Skylar. When Skylar tried to reach out, he twisted away.
Skylar hugged himself tightly, trying hard not to make a sound, drenching his pillow in a river of silent tears.
***
He awakened abruptly at two in the morning.
Had he heard a sound?
He looked around, fear churning, alert and hypervigilant. Something had pulled him from deep sleep.
Terrance was awake too, sitting up slowly, listening. He still refused to look at Skylar.
“I thought I heard something? Did you - “
“Shut the fuck up.”
Skylar bit back a sob, pressing his lips tightly in an effort to keep it together.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Terrance grunted irritably and flopped back down, rolling onto his side, keeping his back to Skylar.
Skylar tried to do the same, huddling in bed, feeling cold no matter how tightly he wrapped his blanket around him.
Must have been imagining things.
Wait, there it was again! A soft thump, out in the hallway.
Before he could sit back up, Terrance was pulled violently from bed and tossed against the nearest wall.
He let out a yell, recovered, shot to his feet. He caught sight of a dark figure in their bedroom at the same time Skylar did.
Before either could blink, the intruder grabbed Terrance again and smashed his head against the wall.
He kept slamming, again and again, and he didn’t let up. He hit hard every time.
Skylar couldn’t breathe. He sat paralyzed with fear, body shaking uncontrollably, watching Terrance get pummeled.
When Terrance was damn near unconscious, nothing but broken groans coming from his throat, the guy let go. He watched indifferently when Terrance fell to the floor.
“Twenty four hours,” he ordered. “You’ve got twenty-four fucking hours to get your shit and get the fuck out.”
Skylar’s throat tightened. He recognized the figure, the posturing. The voice.
“Twenty four hours,” he repeated, “and then I’m fucking coming back, and you better be fucking gone because if you’re not…”
Terrance started to mumble something but the man landed a heavy punch to his ribs.
“Shut the fuck up.” He stood, glancing at Skylar, eyes bright in the darkness. “Not you, baby. You better still be here. Understand? Nod if you understand.”
Skylar swallowed hard.
The man laughed. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Nod for me.”
Skylar nodded.
He left without another word, leaving Skylar to wonder if this had all been some fucked up crazy dream.
***
But the next morning, Terrance was gone. He’d left a note on the counter, that a moving crew would be by later to box up all his things.
And that was it. No goodbye, no nothing.
Skylar stared at the post-it, trying to feel something.
But he couldn’t.
He couldn’t make himself feel anything. He should, though…right? They’d been together for a while. It should mean something, breaking up. Especially like this. But…
It didn’t.
Skylar didn’t feel a damn thing.
He considered it proof that he was seriously broken. Damaged beyond repair. Jesus, what kind of psychopath felt nothing?
He even tried to make himself cry.
No tears came.
***
He stayed awake late into the night, jumpy as a rabbit, hunched on the couch, wrapped in blankets. A fireplace app played soothingly on the television.
All of Terrance’s stuff was gone. The movers had come and left, emptying the apartment of all his things. It was strange to see it all gone now, only Skylar’s things remaining.
He still couldn’t feel.
Around midnight, he heard a soft knock on the door.
His heart hammered into his throat, lodging in a lump.
It took every nerve he had, but he forced himself to get up, still wrapped in blankets, and make his way to the door. His steps were unsteady, his breathing erratic.
He came to a stop in front of the door, mouth dry, clutching his blankets to his chest with shaking hands.
He nearly jumped when the knock came again, just as softly.
He opened the door.
There was his attacker, standing carelessly in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey baby,” he grinned. “Can I come in?”
Skylar pulled his blankets more securely around him. “Why?” he asked suspiciously.
“Don’t be like that. Let me in little piggie…or I’ll huff and I’ll puff…and I’ll blow this house down - “
“Stop it!” Skylar cried. He dug his fingers into his blankets, shoulders shaking. “Stop it,” he repeated, trying and failing to keep his voice steady.
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry, baby, wasn’t trying to upset you…let me come in, okay?”
Skylar backed up to make room, still fighting tears. He watched warily as the man shut the door gently behind him. He looked around.
“I see a bunch of stuff missing…that asshole gone?”
“Yea. He left this morning…sent a team of movers to pack up his stuff…”
The man laughed. “Pussy. Didn’t even do it himself. He say goodbye? Make a thing of it?”
Skylar shook his head. “He left, uh…a note…”
“You’re kidding. Goddamn, what a piece of shit. You okay, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I kind of have,” Skylar murmured.
“Nah, I’m no ghost. Come on, sit down before you keel over, look like you’re about to drop dead.”
“Am I?” he couldn’t help asking, allowing himself to be steered back to the couch.
“What? No! Jesus, I’m not gonna kill you. Sit down, drama king, I just wanna talk.”
Skylar sank down slowly, eyes fixed on the man.
“It’s like this,” the guy started.
“What’s your name?” Skylar interrupted.
He stared.
“Your real name,” Skylar added, “not some, I don’t know, alias…”
“Alright, but don’t laugh.”
“Why would I laugh?”
“It’s kind of unusual.”
“Okay?”
He cleared his throat. “Lucien. My name’s Lucien.”
“...Lucien…”
“Yea. My old man was French. Anyway - “
“Wait, take your mask off. Please? I…I want to see your face.”
Lucien sighed. “ - jesus, can’t even get a word in edgewise - “
“Please?”
“What for?”
“It’s the least you could do, don’t you think??”
“I don’t know about that, I could have done a lot worse…”
Skylar tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it stayed lodged.
“ - w-worse? - “
Lucien’s eyes sparked mischievously. “Yea. Worse.”
“ - worse than - “
“Than spreading your legs and licking your sweet pussy till you came on my face?”
Skylar’s cheeks flushed scarlet.
Lucien laughed. “Goddamn, you’re cute. Yea. Worse than that. Or how about worse than holding you down - I loved how you fought me, by the way…grunting and scrabbling like a fucking animal in a trap - while I spread your legs wider and fucked you in front of a dozen people, including your fucking boyfriend - “
“ - ex-boyfriend - “
“Goddamn right, ex-boyfriend. Fuck. Getting me riled just thinking about it.”
Skylar eyed his lap. He was getting hard.
His pussy winced.
“Fuck me, you are one hot guy, baby. Anyway, it got me thinking…”
“About?”
“You. It got me thinking about you. So I wanted to ask you - one question, okay?...just one thing, and then I’ll get out of your hair, I promise - “
Conflict tugged Skylar’s heart in opposite directions. Lucien was here to ask him a question and then…leave?
He should want that, right? That should make him happy?
So why did it make him feel like shit?
“Babe? Did you even hear me?”
Skylar snapped back to the present. “ - I…what?...no…sorry, I - “
“Wow,” Lucien said dryly. “Must have made quite an impression, you’re not even fucking listening.”
“You did,” mumbled Skylar. “So, uh…what was the question…again?”
“Can’t fucking believe you’re making me repeat this, but…at the bank…when I was fucking you…”
Skylar willed the blush in his cheeks to die down. “...yea?”
Lucien shifted on the couch. He looked suddenly uncomfortable.
“Was it…was it just me, or did you, I dunno…feel something?...maybe?”
Skylar stared speechlessly.
Lucien waited, but Skylar couldn’t answer. He couldn’t make his voice obey.
After an awkward pause, Lucien stood. “No, yea, never mind. Definitely didn’t. Like I said…I’ll get out of your hair…”
He headed for the door.
Every nerve in Skylar’s chest was screaming. Say something! Do something! Anything!
He hated the thought of Lucien leaving, of showering him with dazzling happiness, then abandoning him - again - to shame. To the coldness of being alone and unwanted.
Unloved.
He wanted to slap himself.
Loved. Yea, right. Lucien would be better off just leaving. Getting away from him, no way he’d actually -
Wait.
He was coming back.
“Listen,” Lucien said quietly, “I really will let you be, but I need to hear it first. If you didn’t feel anything, that’s fine, I won't hurt you - just answer the question. I need to hear you say it, okay? Was it just me? Or did you feel something too?”
Skylar licked his lips, gaze trained on Lucien’s steady eyes.
“ - I…I - “
Lucien sank down to a crouch. He curled his hands around the backs of Skylar’s calves. His grip was light but his hands were big and warm. Strong.
It made Skylar’s heart ache.
So what if he was a worthless slut?
So what if he liked the horrible things Lucien did to him?
So what if it made Terrance leave?
Everything he wanted suddenly crystallized, taking shape in front of him. The rush of emotion was too strong to ignore.
He found himself tumbling off the couch, directly into Lucien’s arms, covering his mouth with kisses.
He could feel the initial surprise give way when Lucien caught him and kissed him back.
Skylar’s fingers found their way to the neck of his mask, tugging, lifting, asking, insisting.
Lucien didn’t fight. He let Skylar tug the mask off and toss it away.
Oh god, he was almost sickeningly hot.
They stared at each other for a moment, then Skylar pounced again, kissing him madly, lips sticky with saliva, hungry for the man holding him.
Lucien laughed and kept kissing him.
Skylar tangled his fingers in his hair, belly brushing against Lucien’s muscled torso. He was climbing onto his lap without thinking, sitting on his crouched thighs, panting into his mouth, thrusting gently.
“ - goddamn…keep kissing me like that, I’m gonna fuck you - “
“ - can’t - “ Skylar gasped. “ - my pussy’s broken - “
“ - yea, but I didn’t fuck your ass…yet - “
Skylar choked, kissing harder.
His stomach flopped when Lucien stood, lifting him easily, and carried him back to the bedroom.
“ - mmm…gonna fuck that sweet little ass…put my dick in you again, fill your warm little hole up with my cock…I’ll be gentle, baby…I know I’m bigger than you’re used to - “
Skylar swallowed hard, going compliantly limp when Lucien laid him on the bed, tugging his shorts off, spreading his legs gently.
“ - god, you’re sexy…lube? - “
“ - bedside stand - “
“ - good boy - “ He rummaged quickly, found it, popped the cap. “ - gonna open you up babe…take a plug for me first…I’ll make you cum…stretch you a little more…then pound that little asshole - “
“ - oh god! - “
He had one of Skylar’s plugs in his hand, lubricant in the other. It felt so good, having Lucien’s mouth on his clit, caressing him with pleasure, fondling his asshole at the same time. The slick slide of the plug going slowly in and out while he gave head…fuck, it was turning Skylar stupid all over again.
He arched into it, wanting penetration, offering his ass.
He hated when Terrance fucked his ass. But this…this was delicious.
Lucien rode his bucking effortlessly, grinning at Skylar’s dumb noises. He fucked faster with the plug, shallowly at first, then increasing depth.
“ - fuck…just look at that…I like watching it go in…cute little ass sucking it right into you, god, that’s hot…clamp down for me, baby, make me fight my way in - “
Skylar clenched.
“ - fuck!....fuck, I can feel it through the plug… fuck, I want my dick in there - “
The plug settled smoothly in place.
Lucien was instantly on top of him, playing with his clit, covering him in hot, dominant kisses.
“ - I want to fuck you so bad…fuck…I’m so fucking hard - “
Skylar grabbed for the lubricant, smearing his hands messy, and gently clasped Lucien’s dick.
“ - fuck!...fuck your hands feel good - “
He started sliding his hands up and down, stroking in time to their bodies’ natural thrusting. His pussy was getting wet, leaking down his ass. The plug was turning slippery, from his own lubricant and the bottle’s.
Lucien’s mouth felt good. Tasting him, exploring with his tongue.
Wanting him.
He’d even said so.
“ - your dick’s really fucking hard - “ he whispered, tugging gently.
“ - fuck! - “
“ - want to…fuck my ass? - “
“ - so fucking bad…you’re nowhere near prepped though - “
“ - so? - “
“ - don’t even fucking think about it - “
“ - think about what? - “ Skylar asked innocently, squeezing his cock.
“ - fuck!...not gonna work, naughty, that ass needs opened - “
“ - so open me - “
“ - gotta make you cum first - “
“ - why? - “
“ - because I want to see it - “ Lucien growled. “ - fucking love seeing your face when you cum, so sexy it’s unreal…seeing you dumb like that, knowing you’re dumb for me - “
Skylar blushed. He didn’t think he’d ever stop blushing, Lucien acted like he was…special. And he seemed to mean it.
He had his hand on the base of the plug again, fucking Skylar with it slowly. Kissing him hard, grinding him into the mattress, swirling the plug to coax him open.
His other hand played between Skylar’s legs, ratcheting up the pleasure. It climbed into his stomach, swirling in time to the motion of the plug.
“ - oh my god that feels good - “
His voice came out all hoarse and raspy. It made him shiver, he sounded sick.
Lucien growled and started rutting. Dragging his cock over Skylar’s skin, teasing his ass, making his clit hard and desperate.
“ - wanna see you cum - “ he muttered, biting Skylar’s cheek.
He wasn’t going to have to wait much longer. Skylar’s back arched, whimpers leaking from his mouth.
“ - got my fingers all wet…plug keeps slipping, you’re soaking, baby…keep thrusting…good boy, god you’re hot - “
Orgasm hit him unexpectedly. All at once, in a terrific rush of ecstasy. He climaxed, kissing Lucien, thrusting his hips, shrieking softly into the kiss.
“ - fuck! ...I’m so fucking hard…”
“ - just fuck me!...forget about stretching, good enough, put your dick in me!...just…go slow at first - “
“ - whatever you say, babe - “
He lined their bodies up, stroking his cock. His expression, as he stared down at Skylar, was hungry with lust. He thought he saw a warmth there, too…one of affection, maybe. Or maybe he was just seeing what he hoped for.
He opened his legs without having to be told, willing to accept a too-big dick in his ass.
Lucien pushed the head in slowly.
Skylar grabbed onto him, panting. He willed himself to stay relaxed, encourage his dick deeper, not fight it.
Lucien groaned, dropping his hips gradually. He was careful, pausing periodically, letting Skylar’s muscle relax.
He seated with one, long thrust.
He held Skylar in his arms, kissing him madly.
“ - god you feel good…it’s fucking insane - “
“ - you’re so fucking big, jesus god, my ass feels like it’s gaping - “
“ - yea, well, I gaped your pussy earlier…looked so hot…I could fucking see inside you…gonna see inside your ass too, babe, gape all your holes with my cock - “
“ - holy fuck - “
“ - I’ll go slow - “
“ - th-thank you - “
He shifted gently, taking his time, moving in and out with deliberate care.
Skylar felt like crying but for once, it wasn’t from pain. Lucien was fucking him so gently, it didn’t hurt.
Not like that, anyway. His brain was in tatters, his heart was aching for the way Lucien fucked him.
Like he cared. Like Skylar was worth caring about.
He dug his nails into Lucien’s back and hid his face against his chest.
“ - Sky?...you okay?...I’m not hurting you, am I? - “
“ - I’m okay…it’s okay, I’m okay - “
“ - you sure?...you don’t sound okay - “
“ - no, it’s just…”
Lucien drew back far enough to gaze down at him. “ - it’s just what? - “
“ - you’re fucking me like you…like you care about me or something - “ Skylar mumbled, looking away.
Lucien turned his head back. “ - what the fuck?...why wouldn’t I? - “
“ - why would you? - “
Lucien’s eyes flashed. “ - what the fuck kinda shit is that? - “
Skylar blinked miserably. “ - it’s…it’s what I’m used to - “
“ - fuck that…not anymore…and not with me, okay?...I am fucking you like I care about you…”
His eyes turned playful. Skylar’s stomach dropped.
“ - unless you’d rather I didn’t - “ he purred. “ - I can fuck you like I don’t care about you - “
“ - oh my god! - “
“ - I know what naughty likes…you wanna get fucked?...then get fucked - “
He jammed his cock in Skylar’s ass.
Skylar gasped and clung to him, wriggling helplessly on his dick.
Oh god.
Oh god that felt good.
Body breaking for a strong man, taking his cock in his pussy, then taking it up his ass.
His eyes rolled slightly, panting as Lucien smashed him into the mattress. The bed creaked protestingly.
Lucien didn’t let up. “ - gonna break the bed and then break your fucking back - “ he growled.
Oh god, he started riding harder.
Skylar babbled incoherently.
“ - shut the fuck up, you’re such a slut…whimpering and whining like a fucking dog…clit all hard and puffy, you’re so fucking turned on…you like getting fucked like this…legs wide open, soaking the sheets in pussy juice…moaning like the whore you are, taking my cock in your ass - “
Skylar’s noises turned louder.
“ - fucking slut…wanting a man on top of you, wanting a man inside you - “
He clawed at Lucien’s shoulder, eyes going hazy.
“ - such a whore…fucking loving this, desperate to get your ass fucked…you like being made, don’t you slut - “
“ - n-no! - “
“ - no! - “ Lucien echoed mockingly.
He dropped his hips harder, laughing when Skylar screamed.
“ - scream all you want, you can’t stop me…can’t keep me from fucking you…can’t stop me from raping you - “
“ - fuck!...oh my god, oh my god - “
Shame exploded in his stomach, cascading in a torrent of hellish horror.
That was it. That was exactly it, the filthy shit that turned him on, that made him so fucking gross and pathetic.
He’d never say it out loud, he only ever thought it to himself. Masturbating furiously, making the most piteous noises, pretending…pretending…
Oh god.
But…
With Lucien, he didn’t have to pretend. Lucien just knew. He said what Skylar wanted to hear and liked demeaning him, seeing the humiliation blossom.
He liked Skylar’s shame. He thought it was hot.
He had to have, the way he was fucking him. Smashing him into the headboard, neck bent at a weird angle, not pausing to let Skylar readjust, instinctively sensing Skylar wouldn’t want him to.
He made Skylar take it, and he wasn’t being gentle anymore.
He was the real fucking thing.
“ - say it, slut…tell me that filthy shit you’re trying to hide - “
“ - no, please! - “
“ - I said fucking say it! - “
“ - please, please - “
Lucien laughed, raw and dangerous. “ - say it…or I’ll rape your pussy next - “
Skylar shivered violently. “ - okay!...okay, please…please don’t, I’ll tell you - “
“ - look me in the fucking eyes when you say it…confess your dirty little secret, you’re such a whore…tell me, Sky…tell me what a whore you are…”
“ - I’m such a whore - “ Skylar whispered.
“ - tell me why …what makes you such a whore, chew toy? - “
“ - I…I like it…”
“ - what, Sky?... what do you like? - “
Skylar’s cheeks flamed hotly in the darkness. His throat felt tight, his skin was pouring sweat.
He met Lucien’s gaze with reluctant obedience, body limply shifting as Lucien pounded into his ass.
“ - I…I like that I can’t stop you…can’t keep you from fucking me…I…I like when you rape me - “
Lucien laughed triumphantly, but his voice was soft. “ - yea, I know you do - “
He crushed Skylar against the frame, jamming his face into the pillow, and fucked his ass till he cried.
It felt good to let it out. To sob pitifully, curled up and broken, taking a massive cock up his ass. Tearing him open, reminding him what a slut he was, how much he enjoyed the humiliation.
A dozen people had watched Lucien rape him, and he’d gotten off on it.
God, he was gross.
Lucien was punishing him for it now. Taking it out on his ass, making his body repent for being such a horrendous piece of trash.
He deserved it.
The shame was almost delicious. A fine wine, taunting his tastebuds, slithering down his throat with burning mockery.
He drank it in, deeper and deeper. Taking Lucien’s dick, whimpering for more.
Lucien fucked him so hard he thought he’d break. But at the last second, just before Skylar really did shatter, he started easing up. Slowing the pace, bringing him down gently.
He shifted them both back to the center of the bed. So Skylar’s body wasn’t curled so tightly, and his head was resting comfortably on the pillow.
“ - I like tearing you apart - “ Lucien said softly, pressing their foreheads together. “ - but I like putting you back together too - “
Skylar felt like crying. “ - you…you do? - “
“ - yea…I really do…and I’m going to…nice and slow…like this - “
Fuck, that felt good.
Easing his cock inside Skylar, filling him gently. It fucked with his head just as much, getting torn up, getting off on being raped.
Then getting ridden gently. Carefully. Raw, and intimate.
His soul felt naked.
He didn’t like it.
“ - shhh…it’s okay, baby…it’s okay…grab onto me, okay?...good boy…squeeze your arms tight, I got you - “
Skylar pressed his cheek against Lucien’s chest so hard, a tear leaked out from one eye.
“ - do you promise? - “ he asked wistfully.
He knew he sounded pitiful. He didn’t bother trying to disguise it. But that was part of the fantasy too, even scarier and more shameful than how disgusting he was.
Pretending to be loved.
Lucien nuzzled his face. “ - yes, Sky…I promise - “
Skylar threw his arms around Lucien’s neck, squeezing so hard his shoulders ached.
Lucien didn’t mind. He let Skylar cling to him, fucking tenderly, pushing him slowly toward the edge instead of all at once.
He fell into the mist just as slowly, when Lucien touched his clit, coaxing fingers weaving a lullaby of pleasure between his legs.
Skylar orgasmed in a gradual wave that built upon itself, cresting the flood almost wondrously.
It felt weirdly innocent, almost pure, cuming like that.
It was a ridiculous thought. He was in love with his fucking rapist - the man who licked his cunt and then fucked it in front of a crowd of people, then fucked his ass in his own bedroom.
But Skylar wanted it. Shame didn’t sting quite so harshly when it was Lucien fucking him. The sting was sweet. It made his orgasm more intense.
Lucien grunted, unleashing a flood of semen in him. He felt it filling his asshole, thick and warm.
It made him feel whole, having a man’s cum inside him.
He sighed softly, nibbling mindlessly at Lucien’s broad shoulder.
“Baby,” Lucien said, gazing down at him.
“...yea?”
“I’ve got good news and bad news.”
Skylar laughed, feeling strangely buoyant. “Okay? Give me the bad news first.”
“I’m fucking keeping you.”
His stomach flip-flopped. “...wh-what’s the good news?”
Lucien bent down and kissed him. “I’m fucking keeping you, ” he whispered.
Skylar didn’t bother to fight the feelings when his heart soared. He didn’t mind the emotions crashing over him, swirling around him, tossing him every which way, like a kite lost in a storm.
It didn’t matter anymore. The storm didn’t scare him.
He knew its name now.
And it was keeping him.
***
He fell asleep that night, happier than he could remember feeling in a long time. The apartment felt peaceful, his bedroom a haven now.
He was safe here.
The danger liked him.
Lucien slept behind him, arms wrapped tightly around Skylar’s chest. It felt good to make an effort to breathe. He inhaled deeply, forcing air into his lungs.
Lucien laughed sleepily. “Sorry, babe…can’t help squeezing you…like a teddy bear, don’t mean to crush you though…”
“I don’t mind…I’ll be your teddy bear…”
Lucien eased up a little. “...how’s that?”
“Good.”
“You sure?”
“Yea.”
He planted an aggressive kiss on the top of Skylar’s head.
“Night, night baby.”
Skylar snuggled happily in his arms, surrounded by warmth. “Sweet dreams, Lucien.”
“Sweet, huh? In that case, I’ll see you soon,” he mumbled.
Skylar blushed vibrantly, grateful for the darkness. He didn’t have to worry about answering - Lucien was already asleep.
***
In the weeks that followed, Skylar wondered, periodically, if he’d died and didn’t realize it.
Because surely this was…heaven?
He looked forward to waking up, knowing Lucien would be the first thing he saw when his eyes opened.
He never tired of it. The way his eyelids fluttered lazily, vision blinking slowly into focus.
There.
The gorgeous, dangerous face of his lover. Sometimes still sleeping, sometimes awake, watching Skylar and smiling, waiting for him to wake up.
It made him feel self-conscious in the sweetest way.
Lucien still fed him plenty of shame. Fucking him anywhere and everywhere, not giving a shit if anyone was around, or if anyone saw. He’d take Skylar violently over the back of a park bench or in an alleyway, hand clapped over his mouth to muffle his screams, fucking him to orgasm, whispering in his ear what a slut he was, how disgusting he was, how much he enjoyed being raped.
Then holding Skylar’s hand on the way home, smiling down at his blushing boyfriend, helping with dinner and insisting on taking over clean-up duties.
Skylar wasn’t an idiot. He knew Lucien wasn’t a good man, generally speaking.
He disappeared for days at a time and came back with an evil grin and gear that needed tending to.
He didn’t like people, not bothering to hide his disdain for the general public.
He wasn’t helpful to strangers, he didn’t hold doors or offer his seat to elderly people on the subway.
He didn’t understand charity. Snorting when Skylar stopped to give money to people on the street who needed it, quietly sitting beside their cans and upturned hats.
The first time it happened, Skylar only narrowed his eyes. “Cut it out, Lucien. And dig out your wallet, you ogre. You’re giving them something too.”
Lucien stared. Then he shrugged and dug out his wallet, dropping a twenty dollar bill in the cup.
“Whatever you say,” he grinned. "You’re the boss.”
“Like fuck,” Skylar mumbled.
He loved not being the boss. But he wasn’t going to let Lucien off the hook, either.
It’s not like Lucien couldn’t afford to spare the extra cash. He knew the shit Lucien got him wasn’t nobly earned.
But then he pictured Lucien in all his gear, stalking into a bank, taking control with effortless dominance, and he stopped fucking caring how it was earned.
Lucien still wore it, on occasion, when he sensed Skylar was in the mood. Appearing in their doorway without warning, clad in tactical black, armored and armed.
It reminded him of the first time Lucien fucked him. He came shockingly hard, every time, saying anything Lucien wanted to hear.
That was no difficulty either. Lucien made him cum all the time, deriving insane pleasure from conjuring Skylar’s dumbest faces, his most pathetic noises.
It was weird. But Skylar didn’t want to question it.
He was too in love.
They walked home one night in late winter, stargazing. If they went into the very heart of the central park and looked up, they could see the stars vividly, even with the bright city lights.
They were both watching when a shooting star erupted, painting the sky briefly with pale glory.
Skylar could hardly breathe. It was so beautiful, it hurt.
“Make a wish,” he said softly, eyes to the sky, “but don’t tell me.”
Lucien squeezed his hand, smiling. He wasn’t looking at the sky.
It was funny, in a way, how quickly Skylar had gotten used to not feeling afraid all the time. He wasn’t worried about running into his ex, or anyone else, for that matter. He wasn’t scared to be in the deserted park after midnight. He wasn’t scared to be anywhere.
Lucien was holding his hand.
“I won’t tell you,” Lucien said, still smiling. “But there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Oh?”
“Yea. See that star up there? That one. The one brighter than the others.”
“Yea?”
“If I plucked it down from the sky and had it made into a ring…”
Skylar’s breath stopped.
“...and got down on my knees and asked you to wear it…”
Skylar clung harder to Lucien’s hand, worried he might pass out. He still couldn’t breathe.
“...would you say yes?”
Skylar’s heartbeat palpitated.
Lucien laughed. “ - jesus christ, Sky, take a breath…don’t go dying on me while I’m trying to propose to you, god - “
“ - I, uh…I - “
Lucien wrapped him up tightly and planted a kiss on his head.
Instantly, he relaxed, burying his face in the now-familiar scent of his man.
“Yes,” he mumbled into Lucien’s chest. “Of course I’d say yes. Like I’d say no, are you fucking crazy?”
“Usually. And no, I didn’t think you’d say no, but that makes me really happy to hear. Would you wear it? A giant fucking rock that blinds anyone who looks at it? Wear it all the time, so everyone knows you’re mine?”
Skylar nodded, face still buried in Lucien’s strong chest.
He wanted to say a lot of things.
How much he’d love to say yes, how much he’d love to wear it, whatever Lucien got him, it didn’t matter. It didn’t have to be a big, dazzling rock, even though he knew it would be. Lucien was a snob and he liked spoiling Skylar.
He wanted to say how happy Lucien made him. How much he enjoyed what they shared. How much he adored Lucien, how he’d do anything for him. How he loved life now, knowing Lucien was in it, and he was staying.
He wanted to tell him he loved every moment they spent together, he hated the times they were apart, but Lucien always made up for it and he loved snuggling in bed, he loved drinking coffee together, he loved being adored.
He wanted to whisper more shameful things too, the things that turned his cheeks rosy.
How much he loved the way Lucien fucked him. Like a slutty dog on his hands and knees, or on his back with his thighs jammed against his chest, gasping and bucking. Taking seed in his pussy, his mouth, his ass, his face. Painted across his stomach, smeared across his ass cheeks, wherever Lucien felt like marking him.
He loved the way Lucien acted like he was raping Skylar, knowing how wild it made him. Fucking him sweetly one moment, savagely the next, and always - always making him cum.
But most of all, he wanted to tell Lucien how much he loved him.
And best of all, how much he loved being loved.
He wrapped his arms more tightly around Lucien’s midsection, heart so full it threatened to burst.
Lucien gazed down, holding him in his arms, a sphinx-like smile on his lips.
Skylar didn’t have to say any of it.
Lucien already knew.