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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Demons, Demon_Sex, Spirits, reasons_to_listen_to_yo_auntie, Very
      graphic, Character_Death
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-07 Words: 2492
****** Demon Attic ******
by CoffeeHunt
Summary
     Adam should have listened to his aunt when she told him "Don't go
     upstairs."
     Too bad he didn't listen.
Notes
     Really, really old. Years old.
     Nothing else to really say. Except be warned this is very graphic,
     watch out.
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A pound.
The echoing sound vibrated down the walls, loud enough to shatter Adam’s
thoughtful concentration and send his head snapping up toward the ceiling; dark
brown curls whipping around with the movement like a ripple. He’d heard the
sound constantly since his arrival at his Aunt’s house and each time it drove
him all the more insane. With her crooked, leathery face twisted irritatingly,
Aunt had tongue-lashed him for asking about it and told him to forget it. But
his Aunt wasn’t home this evening and Adam was as curious as any sixteen year-
old. Dropping his pen to the desk and shoving his English homework to the back
of his mind he stood and went in search of the mysterious sound. Hearing it as
many times as he had, he already knew its source was above the first level of
the musty, cramped home. He took the stairs in eager steps, hardly setting foot
on the second floor landing before he heard the sound again, loud and
beckoning. Adam continued down the hall, checking the rooms as he went for a
possible source. His fingers wrapped around the cool brass of the bathroom door
when it sounded again. He never heard it more than once a day, but tonight the
sound rang louder than ever, as if to call him to its place. The fourth
pounding came no sooner than he had stepped away from the bathroom, confirming
his budding suspicions of it coming from the attic. Adam crossed to the end of
the hall and up the short stack of stairs to the attic door. It was decrepit
and ugly, much like the rest of the house, its brown paint flaking and its knob
dingy with grime. Adam reached for it, ignoring the warning his ragged Aunt
gave him to never go into her attic. The knob was cold against his sweaty palms
and the anticipation coiled like a spring in his chest. He knew it was probably
nothing more than a broken loose shutter, but the fact he wasn’t supposed to be
doing it made it an adventure.
He rattled the handle when it wouldn’t turn and felt his would-be venture
burnout in an instant. The door was locked, and his untrusting Aunt surly hid
the keys in some un-fathomable place.
Feeling a bit dejected he turned and started back down the stairs, that dreaded
homework looming back into the forefront of his mind when a click behind his
drew him attention back.
To his astonishment, Adam found the door cracked open, a dusty draft escaping
from beyond the darkness of the forbidden room. Without pause, Adam wheeled
around and flung through the door.
He was hoping to find something creepy, odd or at least just a little
interesting, but there was nothing. Some old furniture covered with what he
imagined was once white sheets, now brown with dust, and some trunks that, with
some investigating he found, were filled with clothing that could have only
come from the sixties. He cringed away from the burnt-orange psychedelic flower
print vest and matching bell-bottoms (which only looked uglier in the dimming
sunlight creeping around the heavy drapes on the singular window) and closed
the chest. He looked around but didn’t see anything that seemed capable of
making the irritating sound he’d been hearing. With a defeated sigh he turned,
ready to give up and return down stairs when he nearly jumped out of his skin.
With a shriek and a clutched chest he looked back up but his eyes hadn’t
deceived him. By the door, half hidden in shadow, stood the looming figure of a
man. This man, tall and broad shouldered with darkened skin and black as night
hair, leaned against the wall easily; arms crossed and a smirking smile. “You
must be Adam.” He drawled his tone thick with something unreadable.
It took poor Adam a moment to respond, his breath still hitched. “Who the hell
are you, what are you doing up here?” Adam had been living with his crooked
Aunt for some months and certainly would have noticed someone else around, his
first thought was that this man was some sort of intruder.
Man just smiled an odd sort of smile that set a cold lump in Adam’s gut.
“I said who are you?!” Adam shouted this time, looking around for something he
might use as a weapon if it came to that. The man continued to smile, pushing
gracefully off the wall and pacing a step closer, his lips parting to show off
strangely shaped teeth as he spoke; “Don’t worry about that Adam. My name
really won’t matter to you.”
Adam retracted away from the man but within the blink of a second found himself
caught in a crushing grasp. He struggled to get free of the hold, his mind
caught between wondering when the man had moved for him and the pain spreading
down his arms. With clenched fists like a vice, the man easily yanked Adam
toward him. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to when his eyes told the boy
nothing good was going to happen to him.
Adam was so frightened he didn’t even think to react when the stranger crushed
their lips together in a mockery of a kiss, snaking his slimy tongue passed
trembling lips. By the time Adam cleared his mind enough to clamp his teeth
down that invading tongue had already withdrew and was sliding across its
owner’s lips—as if to take up any spare drops of a sweet dessert. Adam swore
but the sound came out as garble as he was retched painfully to the floor. The
hardwood connecting painfully with the caps of his knees before the wind was
swept from him and his back made the same hard contact.
He gasped like a fish flung from its bowl, his lungs fighting desperately for
air as his eyes watered and blurred his vision. The tears slipped down the
corners of his eyes, clearing his sight enough to see the stranger standing
over him, pulling down the zipper to his dark dress-slacks. He lowered to his
knees near Adam’s shoulders; swatting away Adam’s flailing arms like a fly and
gripping a hand full of dirty-blond curls. “Poor Adam…” He crooned, though his
voice held no sympathy. “Poor, sweet Adam…This will go easier if you just take
it.” Even as he said it Adam fought to twist away and the villainous smile on
the man’s face told he didn’t really expect the teen to give-in and rather
enjoyed that he didn’t.
With his handful of hair he yanked back, forcing Adam’s head back and leaned
forward to rub the moist head of his dick over tightly sealed lips. His smile
didn’t fade, not for a moment, and he moved his free hand to Adam’s mouth.
Without the guidance of that hand his penis drifted down to the corner of
Adam’s moth and dribbled over his cheek. Adam tried to pull away from it but
only pushed himself into the man’s waiting hand, his thumb languidly stroking
Adam’s bottom lip before falling down to run along his jawline. To his horror,
Adam found himself spreading his lips unwillingly, opening his mouth so the man
could glide his cock in and groan with lust-hazed eyes watching intently as
every inch slipped deeper in. Adam closed his eyes and tried not to take in the
heady scent of the man, thinking he would stop and pull out soon, but the
stranger kept going. Pushing his cock deeper in until Adam gagged and flinched
away. The man laughed and held Adam’s head still, his dick in enough to no
longer need the guidance, and continued. He filled Adam’s mouth again with the
rest of him, pushing down until Adam gagged and the clenching muscles pushed
him out. He kept going and going, Adam didn’t know how long and the man lost
count, until Adam’s reflexes gave up trying to force the intrusion out. He gave
a loud groan as he felt the smooth, hot back of Adam’s throat glide along his
cock. Tears fell down Adam’s cheeks despite his tightly clamped eyes and wry
hairs of the man’s crotch crudely tickled his nose.
Just when he thought it would never end, the man pulled away. Adam opened his
eyes, and wished he hadn’t, to see the man scoot forward. He stroked his thick
cock, wet with saliva, and lowered back down to drop his fat sac into the
warmth of Adam’s mouth. He met Adam’s eyes and smiled, one hand stroking his
cock, the other Adam’s curly hair, and rocked his hips over Adam’s face. The
hand in his hair came down the pet his cheek as the man spoke with a hoarse
voice, “Suck on ‘em, boy. We’ll both enjoy it.”
It was a lie of course, He didn’t enjoy it. The man’s scent flooding his nose,
the salty taste lathering his tongue and the feel of his heavy, hairy balls all
repulsed Adam, but somehow he found he couldn’t control his actions and he
sucked greedily as though he did enjoy it.
The man finally pulled away, dragging his sac across Adam’s face before
kneeling away from the boy and all but tearing every thread of clothing from
him. Adam tried to resist, but every time he threw a punch or lashed out the
man would catch his arm and Adam would find his limbs moving without his
consent again. As he was now, he was up on his knees affront the man, unbelting
his own jeans as the man toyed with his nipples. Adam gritted his teeth against
the ache as the man bit down on one sore nipple with longer and shaper than
natural teeth, his fingers twisting the other sharply.
“Mmmm, such cute, pink little buds…” He teased as he wetly kissed across Adam’s
pale chest to torment the other with his mouth. Adam’s jeans dropped to the
floor with the clatter of belts and spare change left in his pockets, and took
a deep breath as he felt the hot dick rubbing against his thigh. The breath
forced his chest forward and the man took it for encouragement and bit harder.
Adam cried out as he felt teeth pierce skin, his hands coming up to push away
but were only able to get far enough to clutch at broad shoulders. Adam’s ears
rang with the satisfied chuckle vibrating against his chest as a wet tongue
laved at the now red and bleeding nipple. The ache remained but something else
stirred beneath the surface and settled in his abdomen. Adam grasped tighter at
the stranger’s shoulders as he continued to lick and suckle across his chest.
That torturing mouth made it up to his neck and then his ear, licking up the
shell before hoarsely murmuring, “You’re starting to like it…”
Adam pulled his head and spat words like poison, “It’s disgusting.”
The man laughed, his vicious mouth asking, “Oh, is it?” as his hand slid down
the boy’s ribs and hip to tease across his thigh. The gentle touch was gone in
a second as he violently griped Adam’s penis, bringing to the teen’s horror the
erectness of it. “Odd how you show your disgust.”
The man’s eyes went black with something Adam could only name as ‘evil’ as his
hand wound around the back of Adam’s neck. That serpentine smile spread wide
before he captured Adam’s lips once again but only for a few seconds before he
flung the teen to the floor, chest down, and dominated over him. Panic rose in
Adam and he fought with all his might to get loose, but from his position on
the floor it didn’t take much to keep him in place. Even if he could have been
lucky enough to wriggle free, a cold touch to his lower back had crushed that
possibility and he was rendered still as a stuffed bird; even as his mind
fought his body ignored the commands to movement.
The man wouldn’t, and didn’t, bother with lessening the boy’s pain. He reached
down and spread the boy’s ample ends wide, revealing his goal. He licked his
lips and spat on the tightly clenched ring of muscle, for his own sake rather
than the boy’s, and used the wetness to help his thumbs slip in. He wiggled
them about for a moment then pulled, spreading the entrance wide. Adam screamed
in pain, his fists clenching and eyes shutting tight. He could hear his
agonized voice echoing off the walls back at him like a sick joke. Tears
spilled down his face as he buried his it in his arms, certain he would never
feel anything so painful. That thought was shattered in the next moment as he
felt that fat cock shoved down into him, spearing him like a fish. The man gave
no pause; he thrust in and out at vicious speed, laughing as the blood lubed
the tight hole enough for him to stab the boy harder. Adam was in such pain he
couldn’t find the breath in him to scream, all he could feel was the jabbing,
torturing trusts of the man’s fuck. It went on longer than he could have
imagined. The pain never faded, even after everything else had gone numb, and
the man never seemed to be done. The pain was so much that he never felt the
thick, hot seed spill forth into him and only noticed it when the man pulled
out and shoved his fingers in, scooping out a glob of it to force into Adam’s
mouth; laughing as he forced the boy to swallow it. Even then, it wasn’t over.
The sight of Adam swallowing his thick ejaculate only aroused him more and he
forced his ready cock back into the depths of Adam’s pained body. It continued
like that for a time, Adam didn’t want to know how many times and in how many
ways the man could spill his seed on his battered body and he tried not to
count. It passed in a blur to him until he heard the slam of the front door and
hope bloomed in him as his Aunt returned. He heard the man swear and was rolled
onto his back, feeling the ooze of sperm from his stretched hole. “Damn,” The
man said as he looked down at the raped boy. “…I was hoping to get a bit more
time with you. That witch always ruins things for me.”
His hand caressed Adam’s cheek, gliding down to his soft, pale neck. “Thank you
Adam…” He smiled, almost sincerely and leaned down to kiss him with sadistic
passion. “Without you I never would have gotten out.”
With that, a sharp, deep pain came down across his throat and Adam felt the hot
sting of blood spill.
Then everything went black.
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