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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV), Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Moran/Jim_Moriarty
  Character:
      Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Underage_-_Freeform, Anal, Bleeding, Rape/Non-con_Elements
  Series:
      Part 2 of Eat_me_alive
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-19 Words: 2918
****** Crying is for Babies ******
by ProfessorPlum
Summary
     Sebastian can't stop thinking about how much fun he had had with that
     little boy, and so he decideds he'll break his rule and go for the
     same boy twice.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It had been two weeks since Sebastian had even seen the boy whom he had shared
such a lovely evening with on the floor of a woman's toilets in an empty park.
Sure he had had a few run in with some younger men at pubs or prostitutes that
he was pretty sure weren't even under sixteen, but it wasn't the same at all.
Nothing could compare to the ass of a young boy who'd never been violated in
such a way by any man's cock. Nothing was as tight and nothing drove Sebastian
crazy like the need for such a luxury item.
 
He started thinking about the boy after two weeks, because he had seen the dark
haired lad walking down the street one day when he was driving to get lunch.
Sebastian thought he looked quite the same as all the days he had watched the
boy before finally taking him in the bathroom.
 
His cock twitched in his pants just watching the boy walking on the pavement,
and he knew in that moment that he was going to brake his rule of fucking the
same boy twice and see to getting his erection buried deep in the boy's tight
ass again.
 
Sebastian didn't take nearly as long as he had the first time watching the boy,
because the lad seemed to have decided that he was walking straight home
through the busy street every single time, probably to avoid another
kidnapping. In fact, the day Sebastian had decided he wanted him; the boy had
disappeared completely, so Sebastian suspected he must have taken the bus.
 
A mere three days after Sebastian had decided he was going to be taking the boy
for a second spin, he got his chance.
 
His plan was to take the boy to a place that he knew he'd be pretty safe; the
only issue was the money. Reggie's pub, which had formally been Reggie's pub
and grill before Reggie or whoever had changed it, was a locally known location
to bring tricks. If you were willing to dish out £100, Greg, the owner of the
particular building, would let you use the basement, which was perfect for
married men who didn't want to get caught and people who didn't want to fuck in
their cramped cars and didn't want their credit cards charged on a hotel.
 
You just had to pay in advance and take whoever you wanted down the stairs and
you'd get what you wanted for an hour.
 
Sebastian saw this as the perfect place to take the boy, as long as he could
get the kid not to scream ‘rape’ or whatever once they got in inside.
 
He had solved that problem with a knife. Sebastian wished he had had a gun to
use, which seemed more frightening and also a bit more badass than a stupid
little kitchen knife, but he made due.
 
At four, Sebastian had parked his car and waited, after making sure the boy was
walking instead of taking the bus. But it wasn’t until a quarter after four
that Sebastian actually saw his little victim actually walking down the street
along the pavement.
 
He had his head down and his backpack over his shoulders, marching purposefully
to his destination. The boy practically passed Sebastian without even glancing
up, so it wasn’t exactly hard to come behind the lad and grab the other’s bag
as Sebastian put a knife up to his neck and said, “Remember me?” in what he
deemed as a very threatening tone.
 
Sure it was dangerous, there were cars going by every second along the road
beside them and people walking on the pavement across the street, but it would
be worth it.
 
“Don’t scream or I’ll stick this fucking knife in your throat, hear me?”
Sebastian asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer and didn’t think he would
have gotten one anyway. “Now get in my car,” he ordered gruffly, giving a sharp
tug on the boy’s backpack.
 
He wasn’t extremely surprised that the boy listened to him. Sebastian had taken
loads of boys in similar ways, and they were almost always more afraid of dying
then they were of getting fucked. It could have been different since the boy
had already had his little asshole raped by Sebastian, but it wasn’t, and he
boy let himself be tugged to the car.
 
“Don’t even think of trying to fucking run,” Sebastian told him, pushing the
boy across the driver’s side and into the passenger seat. “Cause maybe my knife
is feeling a little horny too. Maybe you’d like my knife instead of my dick in
your ass, yeah?” He asked, sitting behind the wheel.
 
Sebastian looked over at the boy as he started driving. He had put his back
pack on the floor of the car and had hadn’t bothered to put on his seatbelt. He
could see the other was crying, but at least he was doing it quietly.
 
“What’s your name?” He asked. There was no reply so he pushed the tip of the
knife against the boy’s cheek though nothing happened; it was a dull knife.
“Oi.”
 
“J-James,” was the response.
 
“See? Now we’re getting somewhere. How old are you? I’m curious.”
 
Sebastian didn’t have to poke the boy again to get his answer. “Twelve.” He had
thought the answer would be a lower number, but he smiled anyway.
 
“And did you like having your ass fucked by my big cock?” Sebastian didn’t
really care if that question got answered, and all he got from the boy was a
chocked sob anyway.
 
It took longer than Sebastian would have liked to finally get to the pub
because it was nearly prime traffic time on the roads. The car park was nearly
empty when they got there, mostly because the only business Reggie’s got was
from pedophiles and perverts.
 
Sebastian got out of the car and went around. “Come on, get out,” he said,
waving the knife before grabbing the boy’s collar and practically pulling him
out of the car. He thought it would have been a little easier getting in if the
lad would just stop his sobbing, but he had brought other little boy’s there
before without too much problem.
 
When they entered the darkly lit pub, Sebastian pulled out his wallet and put
down the money on the counter while the old man behind the counter eyed them. “
‘S changed. for under sixteens,” the man said in a gruff voice.
 
“He is sixteen,” Sebastian said, but all Jim did was look pathetically down at
his shoes which didn’t help his case.
 
Greg shook his head. “£200,” he said again. It was remarkably obvious Jim
wasn’t anywhere close to sixteen.
 
“This is bullshit, I only have £150.” Sebastian pulled out the money and set it
down on the bar. “Just give me the key.”
 
Greg inspected the money before reaching under the counter and retrieving the
key to the basement. “Next time ‘s £200,” he said. Sebastian grabbed the key
and pulled Jim along by the lapels of his school blazer.
The basement was dark and had the feeling of dampness to it. There was a
matrass on the concrete floor that Sebastian knew had never been washed or
swapped out, and there empty bottles of alcohol on the ground that he supposed
Greg hadn’t bothered to clean up.
 
He saw Jim looking around and pushed the boy down on his knees where he started
up his crying again as Sebastian undid his trousers. He had hid the knife
tucked into the waist of his jeans, away from sight, put took it out again.
“You’re going to suck what I put in front of you,” Sebastian told him. “And if
you so much as scrape me with your teeth I’ll cut off your tongue and fuck
you’re bleeding mouth,” he threatened. Sebastian pulled out his limp cock and
grabbed the boy’s hair, forcing Jim’s face against his groin.
 
For a minute, the boy just whimpered, and it wasn’t until Sebastian gave a
sharp tug on the other’s dark hair that he finally was able to feel the wet,
warmth of a tongue taking a lick of his cock. Sebastian sighed and momentarily
moved the hand from the lad’s hair and to his own cock, hitting it against the
boy’s cheek and telling him clearly to open his slut mouth and take it.
 
Sebastian moved his hips slowly, fucking the boy’s mouth before forcing Jim to
start doing some of the work with the grip he had on the kid’s hair. He could
feel his cock swelling from the contact, even if it wasn’t even close to a
decent suck job.
 
It wasn’t until the boy was gagging around his cock that he finally pulled away
and shoved Jim back. His cock was almost completely hard, slick with saliva
from the boy’s mouth. He grabbed the boy’s collar and pushed him onto the bad
so he was lying with his back against the dirty matrass.
 
Sebastian crawled over the small body as Jim moved his hands up to cover his
eyes and cry. He knelt over the boy’s legs and undid his school required
slacks, pulling them down to reveal a pair of simple white briefs. He hummed
and gladly moved a hand to rub at the fabric.
 
Jim seemed intently determined on keeping his legs tightly together, but
Sebastian moved to lie down and wedge himself between the skinny, pale legs
with ease.
 
Sebastian continued the movements with his hand, letting his thumb stroke the
small protrusion in the boy’s pants before dipping his head down and mouthing
at the fabric. He heard a small whimper from the lad, but he didn’t care if it
was one of pleasure or just another sob, Jim was still crying so it really
could have been either. “Every had your tiny cock sucked before?” he asked.
Regardless if the boy wanted it or not, Sebastian could definitely see a rise
in the fabric where his cock was hardening.
 
He pulled down Jim’s pants just enough so that the boy’s cock could be freed.
It stuck up with pleasure and Sebastian moved his head down again to easily
take the whole thing in his mouth. He heard Jim whimper, and Sebastian took a
few more sucks before pulling away. “Now turn around,” he said, climbing out
from between the boy’s legs and easily turning the small body onto its stomach.
 
He admired the pale little bum, giving it a squeeze before pressing the cool
metal of his knife against one of the cheeks. “What do you think? Should I fuck
you with my knife?” He asked with a dark laugh. He just heard the boy sob a
little harder, his high voice muffled by the dirty mattress. “Maybe next time,
yeah? If you’re a good little boy for me today, I won’t have to kill you.”
Sebastian grabbed the boy’s slim hips and forced his ass up into the hair. He
leaned down and licked along between the boy’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart
with his hands as he slicked up the boy’s hole. “I got a bit carried away last
time, don’t you think?”
 
Sebastian leaned down over the boy, pressing his hard cock against the crack of
the other’s smooth ass and bringing in his fingers to the boy’s face. “Suck
‘em,” he ordered. “And suck ‘em good because they’re going inside you.” All the
got from Jim was an open mouth, but Sebastian did the rest; shoving his fingers
down the boy’s throat and making Jim gag and his mouth salivate heavily around
his fingers. “Good boy.”
 
He moved back up and didn’t waste his time shoving his middle finger deep into
the boy’s ass. Sebastian watched Jim press his face back into the mattress
again, giving a pained sob. “You like that, don’t you, you little slut.” He
worked his finger in and out before adding another twisting them and pushing
them deep, not taking nearly as long with the second before pulling out. He
smacked the palm of his hand against the bare skin of Jim’s arse and which gave
him the cutest little muffled yelp from the boy below him.
 
His cock was practically burning to be put to use and Sebastian stroked himself
slowly a few times while he held the boy’s ass in place with the other hand.
“You’re going to take my cock again,” he said. “And I’m going to fuck your
tight little asshole for hours,” Sebastian added.
 
Sebastian set the knife down on the bed beside him and lined himself up with
the other’s hole. He pushed in hard, giving a sigh of pleasure as he felt the
boy shaking, driving his cock in deeper. “Get on all fours,” he ordered at the
boy, grabbing his hair and forcing Jim to folly is order so that he could hear
the moans and sobs and whimpers from the kid without being muffled by the
mattress, which he got plenty of along with a pleading stream of ‘stops’ and
‘pleases’.
 
He fucked the boy with determination, moving slowly and wanting the feeling of
the tight warmth around his erection to last forever.
 
“Say you like it,” Sebastian growled, holding the boy’s hair and giving it
another sharp tug. “Say it.”
 
“I like it! I like it! Please,” came the chocked out words from the sobbing
boy. Sebastian removed his hand from the other’s hair and to Jim’s hips to help
guide the boy’s body around his cock. There was still a bit of blood when the
skin broke, which made it easier for his cock to slide in and out of the boy’s
ass, but not nearly as there had been the last time. They were just adding
another stain the old bed.
 
Sebastian was almost disappointed when he felt an orgasm approaching. He wanted
to stay there and fuck that boy all night long and into next morning in the
dark basement below Reggie’s pub.
 
The palm of his hands started to get sweaty against the other’s hips, but he
gripped even tighter to Jim’s skin and he forced his cock deep inside the
other’s body.
 
Even when he came, Sebastian kept his hips jerking. “You such a fucking slut,
taking my cock like this,” he told the boy, finally settling down and watching
the boy’s body shaking around his dick. He pulled his cock out with a cocked
sob from Jim and gave the other’s ass one more spank. “How’s your cock?” He
asked, pushing the boy to lie on his stomach and then turning Jim to lie on his
back
 
Sebastian lay down on his side next to the boy and looked at his face, red from
crying. He moved a hand down to the other’s half hard cock. “I can tell you
loved that, just look at your cock,” he laughed. Jim shook his head, moving his
hands up once again to cover his eyes as he cried some more.
 
He moved his hand over the hairless groin of Jim, and rested on the other’s
cock, beginning to stroke it slowly. “Come for me, I want to see if you come
when you orgasm,” he told the other in a low voice.
 
Jim didn’t though. Sebastian stroked him until he had the other whimpering into
his hands and practically begging Sebastian to stop even though he knew Jim
wanted him to continue. “You want this, you little slut,” he told Jim, and a
moment later the other’s hips were jerking up and he was letting out a moan
that Sebastian just wanted to bottle up and keep with him forever.
 
There wasn’t a single drop of come from the other’s cock, but it went limp
again soon after and Sebastian smiled. “Get your trousers back on,” he said.
Grabbing his knife from the bed and standing to pull up his own pants.
 
It took Jim nearly five minutes to get his trousers back on, what with his
whimpering and quiet sobs and shaking hands. When he was done, Sebastian shook
the knife at him again and the boy followed him slowly up the stairs. He handed
the key back to Greg at the bar who eyed Jim closely as they left.
 
He happily watched Jim wince as the boy sat back in the car, feeling a sense of
pride that the boy’s bum would now be leaking his come all the way back as the
boy walked home. “Want to get something to eat?” he asked, but Jim just shook
his head and wiped his noes on his shirt. “Suit yourself,” Sebastian said with
a shrug.
 
When he pulled up to the side of the road along the same busy street, he looked
over at Jim. “I don’t think I have to say what’ll happen if you tell someone
about this,” he said. “Because I know where you live, and even though it would
be hard to stop you from screaming when I’d come in your room and cut off your
cock with my knife, I’d do it anyway,” he told the boy with a smile.
 
Jim nodded, still sniffling and hugging his backpack to his chest before
getting quickly out of the car and standing there looking like a little lost
lamb.
 
Sebastian pulled away from the pavement and drove off, knowing he wouldn’t
easily forget about his little Jim.
 
 
To be continued...
End Notes
     At least someone wanted me to make it a series so here's another one
     to go with the last one. I might continue this if you guys want.
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