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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Faculty_(1998)
  Relationship:
      Casey_Connor/Zeke_Tyler
  Character:
      Zeke_Tyler, Casey_Connor
  Additional Tags:
      Drama, quick_fic, Prompt_Fic, Non-Graphic_Rape/Non-Con
  Series:
      Part 13 of The_Faculty_Shorts
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-01 Words: 425
****** Betrayal ******
by Naemi
Summary
     Zeke has dark desires, and he lives them out on Casey.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
He dreamed about it many nights, jerked off to the thought, not without feeling
guilty, but reality—reality was so much better than anything his imagination
could ever produce.
When he first realized what strange sort of kink set him on fire, pure
embarrassment overcame him and he needed a shower, after which he still felt
dirty. But the more often the thought returned, the easier it was to allow it
in, until finally he did not only accept it, but begin to like it, which
bordered on craving.
Once he decided to give it a real go, everything was surprisingly easy.
Tricking Casey into coming to his place was not much of a trick in itself, nor
had drugging him up been very difficult. The boy was too trusting and maybe
looked up to him a bit more than was good for him.
When Casey, high as a kite, smiled at him and outright said, “I want you to
fuck me,” Zeke felt stings of anger and disappointment: it was too easy. He
backhanded the boy without warning so hard that Casey toppled backwards off the
couch.
And here they were. The younger one's blue eyes stared at him, wide with shock
and hurt, lashes furiously trying to blink away the tears, and upon that,
Zeke's cock reacted instantly.
He shook his hand a little, for it hurt, and wondered if the bruise on Casey's
cheek would turn into a lovely purple and how long it might take until it would
be completely gone.
Casey opened and closed his mouth repeatedly in an obvious attempt to say
something.
“What?” Zeke snapped at him while undoing his pants. “Get the fuck over it.
There's worse things I might do—will do.” His voice was as cold as his flesh
was hot against Casey's lips when he knelt down and pulled the boy's head into
his lap.
Casey gasped at the firm grip in his hair as Zeke forced his mouth open. He was
so surprised that he didn't even fight it for the first few seconds. When he
realized what was happening, he started to squirm and flail as much as he
could.
“You better not bite me, boy, or else . . . No one will hear you scream, you
know?”
No one did hear him, in fact, not through all those painful hours that
followed, even though he screamed and screamed until his voice finally died.
And no one did hear him out when he tried to tell.
Zeke got away with it many, many times.
End Notes
     Prompt: abusive!Zeke. Go hog-wild.
     Beta'd by the wonderful Moit, who also made sure that all characters
     were returned unharmed.
      
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