Huge TW for the story below btw. I'm sure you can guess what for.
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Eli waits patiently on the too-soft couch for the wolf's return, allowing himself a moment to breathe in the unfamiliar-yet-cozy surroundings. The apartment is low-lit, illuminated just enough by only the TV and a single table lamp. With the already setting autumn sun outside, it's admittedly difficult to see everything, but he's always preferred dark spaces and is comforted to learn others do too.
He glances at the clock. 5:35pm. Early enough to confirm Mom will be stuck at work all night, but too late to be hanging around his school alone. It had been incredible stroke of luck to run into her boss just as he'd decided to try walking. Not that it would matter, as he has no key.
The semi-stranger's name has already slipped his mind. He's never been good with names or faces, but still feels a twinge of guilt, especially given Mister Wolf's offer to stay until his Mom's late shift is over. He even turned the TV to Lapin Rangers before heading for the kitchen. It's a re-run so Eli isn't terribly invested, but prefers it to whatever stuffy news show he assumes a businessman like the wolf would enjoy. For that he could extend a bit of extra effort.
Hearing the wolf return from the kitchen, Eli's eyes dart around in a panic, "Thank you for the lift Misterrrr..." around and around, in every nook and cranny in a flash. Then, another stroke of luck; a business binder on the coffee table, "...Voight." he pronounces correctly.
The wolf lets out a laugh so full of mirth it deflates the bun's anxiety, "Hahaha, hey not bad. You must be one of them readin'-at-a-college-level kids."
"I think I heard it on TV once..."
"Ah. Well, still. Bet you can read better than me, heh." the says, kicking off his shoes and sitting down next to the bun.
A clink hits Eli's ears, drawing his attention away from the TV.
Two glasses sit on the table. Voight is already pouring himself a drink. The green bottle and golden liquid assume some kind of lemon drink.
"Want a drink, kiddo?"
Lemon isn't really his thing, but he'd hate to be rude, "Oh, thank you." he says as the wolf hands him the glass, "I thought you had to read really well to be a businessman."
Voight pauses in the middle of his sip, his pursed lips curling into a grimace, "You sayin' I can't?"
The bun feels a pang in his heart. He sheepishly turns his gaze away, "S-sorry, you said--"
The wolf laughs again, moreso snickers and throws back half his drink, "I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin'. You're right though, smarter you are, easier it is to get yourrrrr...position."
His tensions cooled once more, Eli inspects his drink. Yellow but no fizz, smooth but not sticky. He gives it a quick sniff. It smells faintly of lemon for but a second before singing his nostrils, making him shake his head.
He brings the glass close to his mouth and dips a cautious tongue in it. The flavor immediately spreads and stings every nerve on the tip of his tongue. His core tenses, his paws tighten around the glass, "Oh! It's...sour."
"Good thing!" Voight smiles, playfully ruffling the bun's hair, "Otherwise it'd be bitter!"
Not one to be a bad guest, Eli goes for a full sip. It burns in his mouth and makes his center of mass crumple like paper, but he gets it down. After seeing Voight so effortlessly finish his, he goes for another full sip, hoping it gets better as it goes.
To an extent it does. Now that he expects the burn, he can taste the few speckles of lemon beneath. Maybe he's misjudged the taste. He'd been wrong to judge Mr.Voight like he has until today, hadn't he.
He takes a third sip and doesn't even cringe!
"Attaboy." Voight praises, pouring himself a second glass.
The night passes smoothly. The pair idly sip their drinks, Eli even finishing all of his in a moment of pride. Voight cheers the bun on when he excitedly stands and copies the Lapin Ranger poses as the heroes defeat the monster.
Only when the bun starts to wobble a bit does Voight urge him to settle down and pass him another drink.
He's certainly parched after all the posing. Already used to the unusual taste, he's able to guzzle it down, earning another pat of praise from the wolf.
Eli flops against the couch. His head is swimming, feeling too light to stay in place yet too heavy to keep upright. A warmth radiates throughout his whole body, so much that removing his hoodie does nothing to alleviate it. The catchy Lapin Ranger credits theme rings muddy in his ears. Normally he would sing and dance along, but its all he can do right now to remind himself where he is.
He opens his eyes and glances at the clock. The numbers refuse to stay still long enough for him to read it, "Wah...wha time izh it...?" he mumbles.
"Bout eight."
Eli looks over to the source of the voice. Oh! It's Mr.Voight, though he looks a little different, "...heheh...your face is all red."
"Heh, so's yours."
This gives Eli a moment of pause. There's no mirror around for him to look in, but a paw to his face reveals his cheeks almost burn to the touch, "Wuh..." he flops over, leaning hard on the arm of the couch, barely able to pick himself up.
"Ish thisss really ogay...?" he fumbles. He can't get his words out right, like when he's extremely sleepy. A bit embarrassing, frankly, "shh...she shaid she won' be home until..."
"A good three in the mornin', yep." Voight cuts in, "It's alright, buddy. I called her up. She said it was alright if you stayed."
"You...did...?"
"Off in the kitchen?"
Eli squints, confused, as he plays back the night, or rather tries to. He can only focus on an idea for a moment or two before it's lost to the new ether that formed in his brain over the last hour. Mr.Voight had been in there a while and he'd been so focused on the room he probably just didn't hear, "Uhhh...oh. O-oh yeah! I remember now...I think..."
"Yeah, so relax!", says Voight, muting the TV as a particularly annoying commercial started up, "Shame she couldn't celebrate with us, am I right?"
"thh...mmh...shhelebrate?" the rabbit mumbles to the tall, blurry suit sitting next to him.
"Her new position?" Voight asks, an eyebrow cocked in disbelief. Suddenly, it clicks, "Oh oh oh, right right. Haven't announced it yet, duh." he says with a laugh, setting his glass down and turning to face the boy, "I've been really impressed with her output lately. Her annual's comin' up, so I figured it'd be the best time to give her that promotion she's been eyeing!"
Eli only understood a few words of that, "She...hash?"
"Yep. Think about it, more money, more opportunities, and more time to spend with her lil baby boy." Voight says, ruffling the bun's hair again, a little too roughly this time.
"O-ow, ow..." Eli jerks away, gripping the sides of his head.
Something isn't right. His entire body feels like a rock. The heat has turned to sludge. He can barely move. He can think even less, "Thatsh...good...I guessh..."
The couch seat crinkles under Voight's weight as he slides closer to him, "Mmhm. It is good. So long as everyone does their job..."
"Whash tha'suppose to mean...?"
"Don't worry about it. You still thirsty?"
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How long had it been? Is he in the same place? Is he even still awake? Each thought only had a moment to linger before it was pushed away, up and out of his brain with the rest of them.
"...please..."
What he'd felt as a fire in his mouth is nothing compared to the one he feels now.
"Mnnhhgh...n-no more..."
Even with his eyes shut tight, tears streaming down his cheeks, Eli could still feel it. The pressure atop him, the heat around him, the daggers inside him...
"Aaahh! Plehehease stop!" he cries, but no matter how he pleaded, how he begged, it wouldn't.
A voice once dripping with sweetness spat venom into his ear, "Nnh, thaaaatsss it. Cry for me...god you're so fuckin' cute..."
The wolf bottoms out again. Eli opens his mouth to wail, only to find it occupied by a rancid, slimy worm.
Deep, guttural moans escape past the Wolf's lips as he kisses the boy deep. Eli's thrashing continues to remain harmless.
The wolf pulls off, leaving a trail of saliva to fall onto the bunny's chest, "Haah...good boy...watch those teeth..." he leans up a bit.
Eli's wails fall to whimpers, wincing each time he feels a heartbeat that isn't his own.
The wolf catches his breath, "Hey...hey look at me. Look at me!" he growls, grabbing the bun's cheeks and forcing him to look up, "You remember what I said earlier...about everyone doing their job?"
He can't remember, nor does he want to. He meekly shakes his head.
The wolf grimaces, "I meant everyone." the wolf collapses back on top of him, eliciting another cry, "Petunia would be pretty--angry!-- to lose out on that promotion." he dives back in mid-sentence, "You don't wanna upset her, do you?"
"Mmgh!...n...no..." Eli chokes out.
"If she doesn't get it, she might have to kick you out. Costs a lot of money to raise a kid, y'know. Don't wanna be homeless do you?"
"No......"
The wolf lays down fully atop him, his movements becoming less intense, but the deepness in his voice still utterly feral, "You love your mother, don't you?"
Eli feels a rush of ice down his spine, "...yes..."
"Course you do. All good boys do. You're a good boy, aren't you?"
Eli nods, saying nothing.
"That's what I thought. Now relax..."
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