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They were alone. Again. Yet this time, Kaeya was sure he wanted it. You see, last time they were left this way, Diluc raped him. Well, at least that's what Kaeya called it. What else could you call forced entry and violent disregard for protesting? When Diluc wanted sex, he went about getting his way ruthlessly.
That day—Diluc came into Kaeya's bedroom and shoved his tongue inside his mouth with a blatant, uncaring drive for more. He didn't listen to Kaeya's input; didn't want it. Didn't care. So naturally, he was all the more charged from the smallest dose of contact. Diluc started to rip off both of their clothes—messily, impatiently.
"What the fuck?!" Kaeya tried to say between sweeping tongues and eagerly fondling hands. But Diluc wouldn't let him talk. He wouldn't let him do anything but what he wanted him to do.
"Oh no, Kaeya. You're my bitch, and bitches don't get a say. You just relax and let me take care of e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g..."
He spilled the last word so slowly, so perversely that Kaeya knew exactly what he had in mind.
"I'm not your bitch," Kaeya argued. But it was pointless.
"No? Then why are you hard—here?" Diluc cupped Kaeya's cock in his hand. It was already firm, but under his touch, Kaeya could tell that a drop of precum had seeped out of his head.
"Holy god—" he panted, and as he did, Diluc leaned in and sucked on Kaeya's tongue, silencing his efforts. He continued to stroke more and more until Kaeya winced, albeit pleasurably, and buckled at the waist.
He then pushed Kaeya's little frame back against the bed. "I'm going to make you scream, Kaeya Alberich," he said. "I'm going to make you scream my name."
"Fuck you—"
He grinned, sadistically. "That's the idea.
"Diluc—stop!" Kaeya panted as Diluc slid his mouth down to Kaeya's groin and took the hardened muscle in. Kaeya nearly lost it altogether. Goddamn him for making it feel so good. He didn't want it to—but fuck, it did. It did.
He resisted grabbing Diluc's face, that red hair that he wanted to shoot up between the cracks of his fingers—he wanted to push him down farther. Faster.
"You're going too slow," he eventually said, and you can believe he said it with his typical attitude. Fuck Diluc for expecting anything else. He may have made a bitch of him in that moment, but he was still a Bitch. Capital B. And Bitches never lose their sass, not even under circumstances like these.
"Oh? You don't like this?" he replied, shortly after, dragging his tongue up the shaft and then pushing it inside the leaking slit at the tip of his head.
Kaeya arched his back. He did like it. Fucker! He couldn't admit it; he had to be strong...
"No? What about this?" he then dropped his entire mouth over his dick and deep-throated him.
Still, Kaeya was bent on resisting him. Though it was getting harder and harder to convince either of them...
"Okay, my little diva. What about this?"
Lastly, he licked down the shaft and sucked Kaeya's scrotum a moment, then took his sack into his mouth gently. As he did, he pushed on his prostate and rubbed the soft skin so that more drops began to surface—it was all too much. So that when Diluc put two fingers in his own mouth and wetted them, Kaeya was afraid he already knew what was coming next—
And he was right...
Diluc began then to finger the small, puckered opening, all while sucking, and then inserted his fingers up Kaeya's asshole. The burning caused Kaeya to recoil, but Diluc did not stop, only pushed harder. Pushed inside him to that special place where pain gave way to sinful pleasure.
"Holy fuck!" Kaeya exclaimed.
"Just think what I can do with my cock—this isn't anything."
"You dirty bastard—who said I wanted you to?"
But anything Kaeya said was terribly unconvincing, especially considering he had sunk his hips and allowed Diluc to molest him. Who could blame him, really? The blowjob, the rectal fingering—it was all quite hot when ignoring the fact that he hadn't asked for any of it. Still, if he conceded to Diluc now, he'd be marked his bitch forever. It would be this way whenever he wanted it.
He pushed him off suddenly and tried to sit up, but Diluc grabbed his wrists and forced him down again. Kaeya squirmed under his weight, especially when he bent in and kissed him on the mouth.
"Stop struggling," he said.
But Kaeya didn't stop. He tried again to push his groupmate off of him, but Diluc met with equal resistance. And that's when he bit him. He bit his bottom lip. Not hard, but enough to get his point across.
"Ow! Fuck, Kaeya!" Diluc screeched. But he did not leg go, only pinned him harder. "Oh, I got something for you," he said, seemingly amused by his own statement. "Something extra special I figured I would need to tame you..."
Diluc took one hand off Kaeya's wrist and slid it in his pocket (whereas he'd stripped Kaeya clean from his clothes, Diluc had left his own pants on), and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Silver, shiny fucking handcuffs.
"Oh, hell no—" he tried to say, but Diluc was back on him now and already clasped a metal ring around one wrist.
"Get up here," he ordered again, motioning him to scoot up the bed, towards the headboard (they were still dangling over the foot of it). And for some unexplainable reason, Kaeya obeyed him. In fact, he not only obeyed him, he stood down, listlessly, as his sexual master looped the cuffs around one of the wooden beams and locked it on his other wrist. He was completely secure now; he couldn't escape—not that he was convinced that he wanted to.
Diluc then took off his pants and his boxers. And then—then he started touching himself; prepping the muscle for the strenuous exercise about to take place. He must have brought the bottle of lubricant too, though Kaeya hadn't noticed until now. Now that he was putting it on himself, so that his erection would slide into him like a fucking rocket.
"You ready?" he asked as he spread Kaeya's legs and kneeled between them, his dick in his hand. Though it wasn't really a true question; it didn't matter whether Kaeya was ready or not—this shit was happening. And it was happening... right... now...
He touched the opening with his wetted tip and paused a moment, eyes closed. It already felt so good, and they hadn't even got to it yet. Then, slowly but effectively, he eased his hips forward, rhythm steady, until he was all the way inside him.
"FUCK!" Kaeya yelped. It hurt like hell. Hurt, but also felt so fucking good.
Diluc's pace began to pick up. Kaeya could tell that he was shaking. His breath became irregular, his sighs turning into incompressable groans.
"Sh—shit, Kaeya~" he muttered, chaotically.
Who was whose bitch now? This was all Kaeya could think at the moment he heard the desperation in his lover's voice.
"You're so... oh, my god, you're so tight—"
"That's 'cause I'm not a fucking whore, like you."
"Yeah, say more shit like that," he trailed, happily. He was thoroughly enjoying Kaeya's angst. Must have been, because he started moving even faster then, so that Kaeya shrieked and writhed under the immense pressure. Diluc only bucked faster, like an oversexed stallion topping a helpless, delicate—beautiful mare...
He wasn't terribly big, but he was solid. And this was all it took to reach that sacred spot.
"Ah, ah, ah~!" Kaeya screamed. Oh god, he was about to cum—why was this happening? How could this be? Shit!
"Oh yes, there it is—I found it..." He sounded so pleased with himself. He leaned in and started sucking Kaeya's neck as he hit the prostate over and over again, the frictional touch of Diluc's rock-hard body rubbing against his cock as he did... Poor Kaeya—he really had no choice but to spill everything right then, it was all too much.
"Goddamn it... goddamn you, Diluc Ragnvindr! Fuck, fuck! Fuck—YES~!" This was all jumbled together into one long orgiastic sentence as Kaeya's cum shot out over his abdomen into a pool of sticky white.
After it was over, Diluc attentively began to lick up the aftermath. "Oh baby, you taste so good..." he said, indulgently.
But Kaeya was too spent to reply. His eyes were closed, heart still racing. Though when he felt Diluc pull out of him, he suddenly became aware that something was changing—
Changing, indeed. Diluc eased his body over—which was hard to do handcuffed to the bed, but he was capable of getting him on his side nonetheless. He then picked up one of Kaeya's legs and draped it over his hip so that he could, unobstructed, slide inside him again—again and again, and again, his hand wrapped tightly around Kaeya's small milky thigh in order to keep him still—as if the handcuffs hadn't accomplished this already.
"Oh—my—god...!" Kaeya's shrieks renewed. "Ah—!!"
Diluc's grunting became terribly loud now. He wanted to orgasm; he wanted to cum inside him. And with one final set of thrusts, that's exactly what he did: wordlessly, but far from noiseless, Diluc spilled everything he had into Kaeya, hitting him so hard with his forceful thrusts that he just knew he wouldn't be able to walk the next day (which, sure enough, proved very difficult to explain to everyone when asked why he was limping around the dorm).
When it was all over, Diluc collapsed onto Kaeya's body and laid there, inert.
"What the hell was that...?" Kaeya couldn't help but ask.
Diluc chuckled. "So, you're still going to act like you didn't like it? Even after I made you scream my name, as promised?"
His cheeks flushed slightly. He was right—he hadn't even noticed till now. "Don't think this makes me your little 'pleasure-slave.' "
"Oh no, I would never think you a slave..."
He sniffed. "But you chain me up to the bed and fucking rape me?"
"Rape you? Are you serious?"
"Hell yeah, I'm serious. What the hell, Luc?"
"Oh baby, no no, I'm sorry—is that what you think really?"
He wouldn't let him finish. "I'm so going to get you back for this. You know that, right?"
"What, you mean like you're going to try to 'take' me?" He laughed here.
"You think it's funny now, but you better watch your back."
Diluc made a weird face; he seemed both amused and a little scared. "Really~?"
"Oh yeah, this is the reality you asked for—you messed with the wrong bitch, Diluc. You messed with the wrong fucking Bitch."